I’ll Take Care Of These Pests For You

"Run, children!" Grandma Annie desperately shouted to the fleeing Dwarves, wanting them to run faster towards the shelters.

She was already feeling faint after casting spell after spell without a single break. She hurriedly ate some of her candies to replenish her health and mana as she scanned her surroundings.

Not far from her, Randolph was fighting against two Draugr's with his hammer. The Blacksmith had been a warrior in the past, and even now, he would train his body as long as he had extra time, which was whenever he wasn't busy forging weapons or armor for the foreigners who would visit his shop.

"Die!" Randolph shouted as he smashed one of the Draugrs' head like a watermelon. He then rolled to his side, evading the attack of the Draugr behind him.

"Do you need help?" Grandma Annie asked as three Fire Bolts floated around her.

Randolph shook his head as he faced off against the Draugr in front of him.