Chapter 137 Battle of the Boiling Bog

I scream fire as I clutch the haversack to my chest, roasting a bog creature as it gets too close to Nymir and me.

“Keep moving!” Vaedrin roars.

Oberon takes the lead, galloping blindly into the fog and swinging his sword from side to side, hacking bits and pieces off the monsters as he rides. 

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