The Orb of Wrath (The Merchant's Destiny Book 1) by Nic Weissman Page B
Authors: Nic Weissman
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The magic missiles always reached their target, although they weren't extremely powerful. Again, the four orange spheres rapidly crossed the clearing in strange trajectories and hit the monster in the head. The spider paused just a moment, and then continued the race to them.
Erion was lucky to have been able to get his crossbow that was hanging from the saddle, just before his horse fled. As he turned to his horse, he felt a chill even greater than when he saw the spider appearing on the north side of the clearing. Two other monstrous spiders were approaching from the southeast. They were very similar to the first, equally terrible and disgusting, although one was a little larger than the others.
While this was happening, the elf armed her bow and fired again at the first spider in the head. Erion saw how she tightened her bow to the maximum. That girl had an amazing hand. The spider fell this time, apparently dead. Erion pitched his crossbow and shot one of the spiders that had entered from the southeast. The arrow hit its shell. But it was so hard that it bounced out without digging or causing significant damage.
The young man from the other group began to sing a song. It was similar to some he had heard as a child in the temple. After a moment, a strange circle of about ten steps across appeared on the ground around the young man. The circle was formed with a strange yellow light, like if thousands of tiny fireflies had been perched on the grass in a perfect geometry.
“Come in!” he cried watching them very seriously.
Mithir ran and with five or six strides entered the circle with Erion after him.
It was then when they saw the hawk again, which swooped down on one of the spiders, digging its claws into its eyes and took flight again. The spider just paused, looked up and resumed its pace. The elf, who took less time to fix her bow than the time it took Erion in saying kingdom of Bor, shot and hit one of the spiders, again in the head. A green viscous liquid poured from the wound caused by the arrow, but this did not make it stop.
Mithir began performing another spell. It was a new spell that he had recently learned. He had not yet mastered it and had already had a couple of accidents with it. But the magician knew it was time to take some risks. A yellow and deep red ball, from which small flares flowed, was ejected at high speed and exploded violently upon reaching the spiders. A large black circle was drawn on the ground, completely burning the grass in that area. Both monsters shouted with a horrible, disturbing screech. One of them sprouted some small flames for a moment. The stench of the beasts now mingled in the air with a terrible plague of decay. But both spiders continued. The one wounded by the arrow seemed to move a little slower, however.
Erion fired his crossbow again and this time hit the wounded monster in its head. The creature stopped and, after a while, fell dead. The knight and the young man moved brandishing their weapons, a long sword and mace respectively, and placed themselves at the end of the circle waiting for the arrival of the spider that remained. It was only a few steps away from the group and seemed ready to avenge its comrades. It was the biggest spider.
The prodigious archer armed her bow again but before she could fire again, something happened that Erion didn't expect. The spider bent its abdomen slightly at an odd angle, orienting it to the group and a strange white substance was thrown at them. The substance exploded, forming a million thin white threads, completely covering the elf and Mithir. It was like a giant spider web. None of them could move. The spider had also caught the young man. One of his legs had been almost completely covered by those infernal threads. It seemed he could move the rest of his body, and even use his mace, but he couldn't move. He hit the web with his mace, but the threads seemed tough and also had some elasticity. After a couple of
Erion was lucky to have been able to get his crossbow that was hanging from the saddle, just before his horse fled. As he turned to his horse, he felt a chill even greater than when he saw the spider appearing on the north side of the clearing. Two other monstrous spiders were approaching from the southeast. They were very similar to the first, equally terrible and disgusting, although one was a little larger than the others.
While this was happening, the elf armed her bow and fired again at the first spider in the head. Erion saw how she tightened her bow to the maximum. That girl had an amazing hand. The spider fell this time, apparently dead. Erion pitched his crossbow and shot one of the spiders that had entered from the southeast. The arrow hit its shell. But it was so hard that it bounced out without digging or causing significant damage.
The young man from the other group began to sing a song. It was similar to some he had heard as a child in the temple. After a moment, a strange circle of about ten steps across appeared on the ground around the young man. The circle was formed with a strange yellow light, like if thousands of tiny fireflies had been perched on the grass in a perfect geometry.
“Come in!” he cried watching them very seriously.
Mithir ran and with five or six strides entered the circle with Erion after him.
It was then when they saw the hawk again, which swooped down on one of the spiders, digging its claws into its eyes and took flight again. The spider just paused, looked up and resumed its pace. The elf, who took less time to fix her bow than the time it took Erion in saying kingdom of Bor, shot and hit one of the spiders, again in the head. A green viscous liquid poured from the wound caused by the arrow, but this did not make it stop.
Mithir began performing another spell. It was a new spell that he had recently learned. He had not yet mastered it and had already had a couple of accidents with it. But the magician knew it was time to take some risks. A yellow and deep red ball, from which small flares flowed, was ejected at high speed and exploded violently upon reaching the spiders. A large black circle was drawn on the ground, completely burning the grass in that area. Both monsters shouted with a horrible, disturbing screech. One of them sprouted some small flames for a moment. The stench of the beasts now mingled in the air with a terrible plague of decay. But both spiders continued. The one wounded by the arrow seemed to move a little slower, however.
Erion fired his crossbow again and this time hit the wounded monster in its head. The creature stopped and, after a while, fell dead. The knight and the young man moved brandishing their weapons, a long sword and mace respectively, and placed themselves at the end of the circle waiting for the arrival of the spider that remained. It was only a few steps away from the group and seemed ready to avenge its comrades. It was the biggest spider.
The prodigious archer armed her bow again but before she could fire again, something happened that Erion didn't expect. The spider bent its abdomen slightly at an odd angle, orienting it to the group and a strange white substance was thrown at them. The substance exploded, forming a million thin white threads, completely covering the elf and Mithir. It was like a giant spider web. None of them could move. The spider had also caught the young man. One of his legs had been almost completely covered by those infernal threads. It seemed he could move the rest of his body, and even use his mace, but he couldn't move. He hit the web with his mace, but the threads seemed tough and also had some elasticity. After a couple of
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