Chapter 227: That Sweet Cold Feeling
“It’s a city made with moving gears,” Fowl said, his eyes wider than Max could ever remember. “I mean look at it! There are moving parts and if my eyesight isn’t wrong, those are automatons of some sort on the walls!”
Everyone else nodded, seeing what Fowl was excited about.
An entire city made of metal lay before them about a quarter of a mile away. Large golems made from metal with giant gears on their chest patrolled an enormous wall of patch worked metal sheets.
The city before the wall had houses made of different colored metals with steam and smoke rising from them. Inside the area were creatures moving around, but they were still too far off to make out what kind they were.
“This is stuff of legends,” Batrire said. “Dwarves used to create stuff like this a long time ago, but the knowledge hasn’t been talked about or shared in a few generations. Apparently, the power of those creations was dangerous and the other races asked for no more to be made.”
“I can see how a twenty or thirty foot tall golem made of metal might upset those who used melee weapons or arrows,” Cordellia replied. “I guess what chance do we have against something as powerful as that then?”
Max felt Tanila’s gaze and turned his head slightly, smiling as he winked at her.
“We’ll be fine. Nice and slow. Besides, we have a few extra tricks up our sleeves. Both Tanila and I have lightning, and even our ranger can shoot arrows infused with it.”
A few grumbles came, but everyone seemed willing to try fighting whatever the tower had thrown at them on this floor.