Chapter 75: When the Mountain Roared
Velren tightened his grip on the wooden frame of the carriage, his mind racing through the possibilities. The wyvern was relentless, and unlike a dragon, it couldn’t rely on elemental breath to attack from afar. That meant it had no choice but to get close.
Close enough to kill.
That was its weakness.
Velren exhaled sharply, glancing at the barrels of black powder. There was only one way to make this work, and it wasn’t going to be pretty.
He hesitated for just a fraction of a second, Harven’s words surfacing in his mind."No weapon is equal to a person’s life."
His jaw tightened. "Tch... Sorry, old man."
There was no other way.
He moved fast, grabbing one of the barrels and dragging it toward the edge of the carriage. With a grunt, he lifted it, his muscles burning under the weight, and threw it overboard. The heavy container crashed onto the dirt path, the impact splitting the wooden top slightly. Dark powder spilled from the opening, trailing behind the speeding carriage like an ominous, winding snake.
Nico’s eyes darted back for a brief second. "Kid—what the hell are you doing?!"
"Just drive!" Velren barked, already reaching for another barrel.
The wyvern shrieked above them, its massive wings hammering the air, sending violent gusts rolling through the pass. It was getting desperate now. It had realized its attacks weren’t working, and with every failed strike, it was closing the distance.