Chapter 131: Stirring the nest
While Damon happily farmed for skills and buffs, his shadow clone darting among the ice orcs like a ravenous ghost, the rest of the group was in full survival mode. The snowstorm howled louder, a swirling vortex of wind and ice that bit through even the thickest armor.
Sylvara’s ice sword danced in the whiteout, but she was panting now, her breath ragged. The constant hail of arrows and frost spikes from the enemy lines was taking a toll. Even the strongest of the Frozen Throne’s elites were struggling to keep up.
Only Sylvara and Nevin had managed to close in and get on the other side of the enemy line, where they faced multiple orcs at the same time, getting utterly crushed.
It was only thanks to Mira coordinating with Sylvara that she was able to clear a few and get the upper hand. A few clan members supported Nevin, and he, too, eventually managed to get the upper hand.
However, there were still more than forty big guys left on the battlefield. Damon had a feeling that these were not the only ones around. There was probably a big tribe somewhere close by, and at any time, there could be backup arriving.
Damon was happy to be farming at a leisurely pace, but his gut instincts told him that he should be doing the opposite. He took a look around the landscape. He narrowed his eyes, focusing past the swirling snow.
There, beyond the clearing, on the closest mountain range, he could see some small flags whipping about. There was unmistakable movement in that area.
Damon immediately shadow stepped next to Sylvara. "Are we heading in that direction or can we bypass that mountain range?"
Sylvara shook her head with a bitter smile. She forced herself to meet his eyes despite the exhaustion that lined her face. "No. We have to go through there. That’s the only path to the dungeon. If we detour, it’ll take us days to get back on track."