Chapter 704: The Marked, the Runed and the Bloody

Chapter 704: The Marked, the Runed and the Bloody

All sound died. Snow melted, turning to puddles around them.

Swirling debris filled the air and Alex slammed his eyes shut, splintering wood piercing his torso as red dripped from burning flesh.

His skin felt raw, stinging, blistering. His lungs screamed for air as he held his breath, setting his teeth, stopping himself from choking on the arrows acrid smoke.

And through the haze, Bjorgrund bellowed in alarm, the young giants voice reverberating through the trees, loud enough to be heard for miles around.

Their opponents were much closer, they certainly heard his cries.

Metal clinked on metal through smoke and steam. Heavy bodies charged through the trees, as war-cries were shouted in challenge. Alex opened his eyes to waves of power coursing all around them.Cheêck out latest novels at novelhall.com

His hair stood on end.

Kill the human, a deep voice ordered. Kill all others and retrieve the rune-marked giant. He is of our own.

For an instant, the world seemed to stand still.

Its like the church, Alex thought. These rune-marked bastards are coming for Bjorgrund the same way the church and king wanted to take me.

His jaw clenched as rage burned in his chest.

Alex planted his feet, grabbed his staff and raised it high. The aelds mana joined with his power and the Travellers.

A connection formed.

Magic shaped a strong bridge between planes.

And the wind howled, announcing a greater air elemental shimmering into being before him; one of the wind spirits that had guided the Red Siren through the stormy Prinean Sea.

Lord of Wind and Rain, Alex called. I ask you to clear this smoke away!

The air elemental whirled, sweeping through smoke and steam, sucking all debris up in a vortex.

Sight returned.

His eyes flew wide. The wizard dodged, teleporting away from a volley of arrows racing for his chest, soaring through the air, sinking into trees behind him but not exploding.

Runes glowed, running along their shafts, tips splitting evergreen bark and thick tree trunks.

Shit! If I was still standing there, they wouldve gone right through me! he cursed, taking in his surroundings.

Rune-marked were emerging from the woods like phantoms from the mist; fierce and numerous.

The column of runed-warriors looked familiar.

Barbarians poured from between trees, their warleader towered in their midst, black-armoured, and menacing. He gestured toward Alex and Bjorgrund with a sword in one hand and his axe in the other.

Barbarian warriors had moved across the snow with grace and power, closing the distance with their weapons poised for violence.

Bjorgrund hesitated.

The rune on his chest burned as bright as flame.

Alex looked at the young giant. Do what you have to! He called to him then raised his staff.

Its blooms blazed.

Run or fight! Its your choice! the wizard shouted.

A connection formed between him and the celestial planes.

But whatever you do, do it now!

The air elemental lashed out, blowing smoke, steam and debris at the oncoming warband. Some stumbled. Some choked. Most kept coming.

They were close, misting breaths near enough to see.

Bjorgrundhis rune-marked chest blazing fiercelyglanced at the Fool of Thameland. His eyes fell on the Mark as he touched his rune. His gaze rose to meet Alexs.

Alex nodded.

Bjorgrund set his jaw.

The young giant roared. In my fathers name and mine!

He swung his axe.

Barbarians tried to slow, but the greater air elemental flew above them, lashing them with powerful gusts of wind. Warriors stumbled.

Alex was preparing to teleport away when a massive woodcutters axe met the rune-markeds skull, splitting the warrior in two.

Bjorgrund gave Alex a quick nod, his red rune shining on his chest.

Whirling sounds whistled through the air.

Bolasmetal balls linked by thick chainsspun toward the giant, launched by rune-marked warriors who resembled mortals less than they did living mounds of muscle and steel.

Bjorgrund cried out as the bolas struck him, binding his limbs.

Yet, they barely slowed the giant.

He thrashed around, striking at his attackers like a cornered wolf.

Pin him! shouted the warleader, sending rune-encrusted veterans at the young giant, each holding steel man-catchers. They restrained his thick limbs, slowing him further.

More rune-marked threw chains around him and pulled.

The giants strength, though formidable, was held in check as the rune-marked swarmed, wrapping their chains around tree trunks, pulling at him with all of their collective strength.

Nope, not today, Alex snarled, sending more Wizards Hands at Bjorgrunds captors. They blocked the warriors eyes, pulled at their wrists, trying to make them release the chains.

With a wave of his staff, Alex conjured another celestial dire tiger, setting it on the chain-wielding barbarians, but it was soon swarmed, its path blocked.

Arrows cut the air.

The young wizard teleported around them.

Retreat, little man, the rune-marked warleaders voice resonated through the forest, his words spoken in grim tones in the common tongue. We only want what is ours; you are a fine warrior with strange powers, but we will overwhelm your magic. Retreat now, or I promise, you will be slain.

Are you kidding me? Alex laughed.

Claygon mentally touched the young wizards mind.

I guess you dont know it, but youre not even fighting us at full strength. He grinned.

There came a sound like wind rushing by.

Then Theresa was leaping past with Brutus bounding ahead of her, fully armoured in bone plate. They met the barbarians with full fury; Theresa was a blur, the Twinblade flashing around her. Her swords weaved through guards, leaving deep, double-cuts in barbarian flesh.

Runed warriors fell around her like wheat.

Brutus barreled in, his spiked body leaving ruin in its wake. He ripped and tore, leaving their attackers in shreds, flaying them with his tail, shattering bones like dried twigs.

Veteran warriors whod stood against the celestial dire tigers were ripped apart by the cerberus blood-familiar.

The barbarians momentum wavered.

And then came Claygon.

The golems iron footsteps echoed through the forest as he waded through the enemies ranks. He lifted his war-spear, the rune-markeds weapons glanced off his body, and he swung the blade in a deadly arc.

It cut through groups of warriors, leaving them shattered like dried logs.

Broken barbarians flew past Alex, landing in limp heaps as the war-spears deadly haft crushed them.

Let go of my son! Birger shouted, limping out of the cottage. Bjorgrund!

He took a stone from a bag hanging across his shoulderone larger than Alexs headand hurled it at the barbarians. It glowed, barrelling through the rune-marked, sending them toppling like falling stones.

The warleader watched the battle.

Mist boiled from his visor. Retreat, my warriors! he shouted. Regroup.

The armoured hulkand his hordequickly turned, much as they had against the Irtyshenan knights and began melting back into the thick trees to disappear.

But, Alex Roth wasnt about to let enemies get away only to return and menace Birger and Bjorgrund some other day.

Not if he could help it.

Drawing on the aelds remaining power, he conjured another dire tiger, sheathed himself in flight magic, then shouted. Hey, I thought you liked fighting, you lumbering coward!

He called on the Travellers power. If youre going to run away, dont forget your parting gift!

Touching the tigers flank, he teleported above the warleader.

He grinned down at the armoured hulk. Hello there, was all he said.

And then launched a half ton of angry celestial tiger at him.