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Ogg fell to the ground with an arrow in his arm. The sting was too painful, but he gritted his teeth and stood up - just then, another arrow whizzed past his head.
"asshole!"
He screamed, roared, and fell to the ground, the wooden spear on his back useless. He can't get any closer! The enemy shows no mercy to their ammunition!
After an initial skirmish, the melee warriors fought each other, and now half of them lay on the ground, with rivers of blood running down the windy mountaintop. Others stayed behind to nurse their wounds, allowing the ranged warriors to control the battlefield.
But they can't take it back. All the ammunition was shattered by the dense arrows.
Grogg felt despair and rage seize him, all his hard training was in vain! He couldn't even get close enough to thrust his spear in! He rolled to the side, dodging another arrow, and saw Pebbles on the ground.
A perfectly sized pebble. Covered in dirt, but heavy... Graug's youth is still fresh in his ears. Once, he played a game with his brother before the demon in front of him slaughtered his relatives like animals.
A simple children's game, throw stones.
Grogg pretended to be dead, slowly reached out and grabbed the pebble. A stone would really be... just fine. Were it not for the circumstances, he would have started collecting rocks. It was a little heavy, but it only made him laugh. greater damage.
He leapt to his feet at lightning speed, lifting the stone with the skill he once mastered, somehow still embedded in his muscles. He prayed to heaven and prepared to face the test of life. This one's for you, Gru.
He threw the stone forward, but the wound on his arm caused him to stumble at the last moment and lose his balance. The thrown ball went off course, Grogg yelled, and fell to the ground again. The sky was filled with arrows, but he still stared at the pebble, cursing how it... didn't go off course? His eyes widened, the rage of the battle gone as he focused on this miraculous flight.
Gradually, the rock's trajectory changed with eerie precision. Right, right, then unerringly followed by a sideways leap as a wide-eyed goblin tried to duck. A blow to the skull.
Graug jumped to his feet, filled with new confidence, and he praised all the gods and goddesses of the world. "My brother! Your spirit of revenge is still there!"
Then he paused. A goblin on the other side picked up the pebble and was aiming at him.
Grogg chuckled confidently, tensing up as he prepared to crouch down. Because he is prepared, he will not be caught off guard. If it zigzags, he zigzags, if it zigzags, he zigzags. The enemy lifted the stone, turned it around in his hands, and then threw it towards him.
He used [ski
mische
dodge], jumping five feet in one leaping step.
He landed on his side, head upward, looking for the stone. His eyes widened.
it is heading towards
clang
—
Collision activated!
[Unnamed] dealt 3.3 * 20.3 / 4 = 17 damage to [Goblin Skirmisher Grogg]
New speed [unnamed]: 0 meters/second
Pebbles celebrate inside. This place is amazing! A veritable celebration of blood! A true battlefield!
The rock gained a new kind of wisdom, for it discovered that it knew how to fight. The battlefield is a place of movement, more specifically, a place where two vector forces collide and challenge each other.
Like two stones rolling down opposing hills, inexorably heading towards an inevitable collision. Who will collapse first?
Cobblestone doesn't care about that - it only cares that the torrent of war is a good place to let it go and move on.
Almost as soon as it hit the ground, a new goblin rushed over and picked it up. On this battlefield, it has not gone unnoticed. Goblins are a poorer species and often cannot afford magical tools.
But this stone..., there's something special about it. weird stuff. The goblins noticed this. This is no ordinary rock, not even a piece of gneiss. This stone…
special.
It was thrown twice and claimed two lives. There were already five goblins on the field who felt the sting of the treasure and stared outside warily. They were looking at the sixth monkey who picked up the stone.
"The powerful Kabab will kill all enemies!"
A big, muscular goblin, he started pitching, his muscles flexing in preparation for the pitch.
He pitches. Once again, movement is greatly increased.
But this time, the shields went up.
Collision activated!
Causes 3.3 * 25.7 / 4 = 22 damage to [Reinforced Shield]
Hurt!
New speed [unnamed]: 0 meters/second
An eager hand shot out from under the shield to grab the stone - but mighty Kabbah was a wise man. It noted the fate of the previous thrower. The strong goblin chuckled and pointed his muscular arm at the stone, activating a skill.
"Boomerang Throw!)"
Just as it hit the ground in a mess, the pebbles began to accelerate again. Back to a giant goblin.
Seeing the opportunity for a huge gain, the pebbles started moving upwards, towards the great goblin's face. But a force held it firmly. Disturbingly, the movement of its [acceleration] vector is counteracted by an equal and opposite force - a skill that ensures the stone's safe return.
Thrower. Bang, but softer and ready. Cabba smiled at the ornate enchanted weapon in his hand. He took aim again, this time mumbling a technique.
"[Shieldpie
ce
]".
The pebbles were thrown again. Throw faster than ever before. Shields were erected on the other side of the field, ready for emergency defense, but Cobblestone didn't care. This is very strange. A [Shieldbreaker] skill? That sounds like something worth investigating.
So, the pebble headed towards the shield, aiming at the hardest shield it had seen on the field. Toughness is naturally made from the hardest stone, so it chose a gray shield.
Collision activated!
Causes 3.3 * 29.1 / 4 = 24 damage to [Reinforced Shield]
The strong shield is shattered! Damage penetrates!
New speed [unnamed]: 15 meters/second
The shield shattered into pieces and pebbles squeezed in. There was no time for a proper [turn], but it was enough. The shrapnel on the shield tore a face into pieces, knocking the shield holder to the ground and leaving him covered in blood.
Gain support experience!
The cobblestone continued forward, through the back line, and hit an unprepared shooter right in the face.
Collision activated!
[Unnamed] deals 3,3 * 15 / 4 = 13 damage to [Goblin Archer Archie]
The strong shield is shattered! Damage penetrates!
New speed [unnamed]: 0 meters/second
Then the pebble fell to the ground, but no one picked it up this time. For—even as he threw the stone—Kabbah had charged, leading his melee troops forward. In a bloody steel storm, the battle lines clashed again.
Cobblestone lay among them, forgotten as he played a brief role in the battle. But Cobblestone—it gained a lot in this battle.
So, against the backdrop of the end of the war, the cobblestones sat back to rest. It starts checking the received notifications.
Level!
40 / 40xp
You have reached level three!
Statistical data!
Mass (m): 3.3kg -> 11.3kg
Diameter (d): 0.14m -> 0.20m
HP: 2 -> 3
Get new skills!
energy transfer
Convert energy from one form to another.
It's a new skill - one that's more interesting than anything it's acquired before. The stone did not vibrate with excitement - it sat motionless, but nevertheless, its heart was filled with anticipation.
As it sat there brooding, the war ended and only one victor survived.
Kaba stumbled forward, with 10 arrows embedded around him, and finally found his victory stone. He picked it up with a smile on his face. The cobblestone didn't know how many years it would have to wait to serve this warrior? Maybe it was the opportunity of the level. People's expectations are growing.
Kabab raised the stone and looked at the sky, where the crescent moon shone. "The gods thought it appropriate to bless my victory with a divine miracle!" Thus began my new life as King of Ka'ba - "
Tho
k.
An arrow went right through his face, through his mouth, and out his back. Kaba stumbled to the ground and died instantly.
The hidden human [Ranger], who had been furtively throwing arrows throughout the battle, finally stepped forward. It is no coincidence that so many orcs fell to the ground after being struck by arrows, scattering the force and leaving only one orc in the end.
Cobblestone wasn't the only one to put his own stone on the scales of war.
(Ranger) walked around the battlefield, his face not as cold as stone, surveying his work. A serious task. He examined each orc carefully, double-checking that they were dead, cut off their ears, and finally returned to the body of the big orc and hid his bow there.
He saw a stone. He smiled, his thick beard spread out in all directions.
“Hey – this is just the right size!” Just like I’d been waiting for. "
The pebble was once again lifted up to help a new person in need complete a great task, and it felt more and more expectant.
If such a great hunter could destroy the orcs so easily... what plans did he have for the "enchanted" pebbles?
The topography and growth here...you can almost taste the stone.
But it can't. Pebbles have no taste.
So once again it sat and waited in the comfort of my hand.
The patience of a stone will always prevail, even if the man carries it around for a hundred years.
In this way, the stone was taken down the mountain to a simple hunter's cabin.
Pursue:
Current altitude: 7823 meters
