Chapter Thirty-Four
A Desperate Plan
Valanandir gripped the hilt of his knife and forced his weary arm to continue its deadly dance. He landed a blow on a female drakhal’s cheek, slicing it open. Blood dripped down the creature’s face. She licked it and gave a feral grin. Valanandir fell back into a weary defense as she threw herself at him in a frenzy.
Lodariel and Daroandir fought at his side with what remained of the elven army. The battle had started at the forest’s edge, but as more and more elves had fallen to the poison that had been put in the water, they had been forced to fall back. Now that most of the dark creatures were under the shelter of the trees, they didn’t need to retreat to their tents in the Lavi Eadros each sunrise. They were firmly entrenched in Melavalion.
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