Previous chapter:
Chapter 107: To the shadows!
Next chapter:
Chapter 109: Dragon Land
PREVIEW
... pale, mechanical glow over the Royal Plaza.
The riotous cheering had finally died down, replaced by the heavy, rhythmic snoring of ten thousand dwarves passed out on the cobblestones. The "River of Magma Ale" had claimed its victims.
Even Leona, the victor of the drinking contest, was currently dozing against the side of a dismantled tank, her tail twitching in her sleep.
Isabelle had curled up on a stack of flour sacks, murmuring about "more spice" in her dreams.
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE



























