Chapter 29
“H
ow are we going to carry all this?” Ash asked, looking at the heavy boxes and long tubes, paying special attention to the iron chest with a big lock in which the arrows were stored. Enchanted arrows with adamantium tips were the dream of any hunter and archer. They could break through heavy armor and demon scales. It was probably the best thing to have on your travel. If you could afford such a luxury, that is. Rare were units, let alone individuals, who could brag about owning such a thing.
“You’re a mage,” Blackbeard responded and mounted his horse. “Think a little.”
Ash stroked his imaginary beard, considered the situation, and struck the cobblestone with his staff. The boxes rose into the air and floated to Blackbeard, stopping a foot away from him.
The shield-be
