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Ogg fell to the ground with an arrow in his arm. The sting hurt too much, but he gritted his teeth and stood up—just then, another arrow whizzed over his head.

"Bastard!"

He screamed, roared, and fell to the ground, the wooden spear on his back useless. He couldn't get close! The enemy shows no mercy to their ammunition!

After the initial skirmishes, the melee fighters fought each other, and now half of them were lying on the ground, blood spilling like a river on the windy hilltops. Others stay in the rear to care for their wounds, leaving ranged fighters to control the battlefield.

But they can't take it back. All the ammunition was shattered by a dense barrage of arrows.

Grog felt desperate and angry grab him, and all his hard training was in vain! He couldn't even get close enough to poke his spear in! He rolled to the side, dodged another arrow, and then saw the pebbles on the ground.

A pebble of just the right size. Covered in dirt, but heavy ...... Glaug's youth is fresh in my ears. Once, before the demons in front of him slaughtered his loved ones like animals, he played a game with his brother.

A simple children's game to throw stones.

Grog pretended to be dead and slowly reached out and grabbed the pebbles. A stone, really...... That's it. If it weren't for the situation, he would have started collecting rocks. It's a bit heavy, but that only makes him laugh. More damage.

He jumped up at lightning speed, lifting the stone with the technique he had once mastered, and somehow the stone was still deep in his muscles. He prayed to heaven and prepared himself for 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 become unsteady on his feet. The thrown ball was off track, and Grog screamed and fell to the ground again. The air was full of arrows, but he still stared at the pebble, cursing how it ...... How did you not get off track? His eyes widened, and the rage of battle vanished as he focused on this miraculous flight.

Gradually, the trajectory of the rock changed with eerie precision. To the right, to the right, and then when a wide-eyed elf tries to dodge, it jumps sideways with unmistakable accuracy. A thump to the skull.

Graug jumped up, his heart filled with new faith, and he praised all the gods and goddesses of the world. "My brother! Your vengeful spirit is still there!"

Then he paused. A goblin on the other side picked up the pebble and was aiming it at him.

Grog giggled confidently, ready to crouch down, tense. Because he's ready, he won't be caught off guard. If it twists, he twists, and if it twists, he twists. The enemy lifted the stone, spun it in a circle, and then the stone was thrown at him.

He used [ski

mische

dodge], jumping five feet in one jumping step.

He landed on his side, head up, looking for the stone. His eyes widened.

It's heading towards

clang

—

Collision activated!

[Unnamed] deals 3.3 * 20.3 / 4 = 17 damage to [Goblin Skirmish Grog].

New speed [unnamed]: 0 m/s

The cobblestones are celebrated inside. This place is amazing! A veritable celebration of blood! A real battleground!

The rock gained a new wisdom as it found itself knowing how to fight. The battlefield is a place of movement, more specifically, a place where two vector forces collide and challenge each other.

It's like two stones rolling down opposite mountains, coldly towards the inevitable collision. Who will collapse first?

Cobblestone doesn't care about that – it only cares about the rapids of war and is a great 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 did not go unnoticed. Goblins are poorer species and usually cannot afford magical tools.

But this stone..., there is something special about it. Strange stuff. The goblins noticed this. This is not an ordinary rock, not even a gneiss. This stone...

Special.

It was thrown twice, claiming two lives. There were already 5 goblins on the field who felt the sting of the treasure feeling and stared out vigilantly. They were looking at the sixth monkey who picked up the stone.

"The mighty Kababu will kill all the enemies!"

A muscular, hunky goblin who starts throwing the ball, his muscles starting to flex and preparing to pitch.

He pitches. Once again, the movement has increased considerably.

But this time, the shield went up.

Collision activated!

Deal 3.3 * 25.7 / 4 = 22 damage to [Enhanced Shield].

It hurts!

New speed [unnamed]: 0 m/s

An eager hand reached out from under the shield to grasp the stone - but the mighty Kaba was a clever man. It noted the fate of the previous thrower. The strong goblin giggled and pointed at the stone with his muscular arm, activating a skill.

"Throw back the stick!)"

Just as it slammed into the ground in a mess, the pebbles began to accelerate again. Back to a giant goblin.

Seeing the opportunity for great gains, the pebbles begin to rise upwards towards the face of the great goblin. But a force held it firmly. Disturbingly, the movement of its [acceleration] vector is offset by an equal and opposite force - a skill that ensures the safe return of the stone.

Ball thrower. Bang, but softer, ready. Kaba smiled at the ornate enchanted weapon in his hand. He started aiming again, this time muttering a trick in his mouth.

“[Shieldpie

ce

]”。

Once again, the pebbles were thrown out. Throwing it faster than before. Shields were erected on the other side of the field, ready for emergency defense, but the cobblestones did not care. It's weird. A [Shield Breaker] skill? That sounds like a good thing to look into.

So, Pebble headed for the shield, aiming for the hardest shield it had ever seen in the arena. Toughness is naturally made of the hardest stone, so it chose a gray shield.

Collision activated!

Deal 3.3 * 29.1 / 4 = 24 damage to [Enhanced Shield].

The sturdy shield is broken! Damage Penetration!

New speed [unnamed]: 15 m/s

The shield shattered to pieces, and the pebbles squeezed in. There was no time for a proper [steering], but it was enough. Shrapnel from the shield tore a face apart, knocking the shield bearer to the ground, covered in blood.

Gain support experience!

The Pebbles moved on, through the back line, right in the face of an unprepared shooter.

Collision activated!

[Unnamed] deals 3,3 * 15 / 4 = 13 damage to [Goblin Archer Archer].

The sturdy shield is broken! Damage Penetration!

New speed [unnamed]: 0 m/s

Then, the pebble fell to the ground, but this time no one picked it up. Because—while he was throwing stones—Kaba had already charged, leading his melee troops forward. In a bloody storm of steel, the battle lines clashed again.

The pebble lay in it, forgotten, because he played a brief role in the battle. But cobblestone - it gained a lot in this battle.

So, against the background of the end of the war, the pebbles sat down again to rest. It starts looking at the notifications it receives.

Level up!

40 / 40 xp

You've reached level three!

Statistics!

Weight (m): 3.3kg -> 11.3kg

Diameter (d): 0.14m -> 0.20m

HP: 2 -> 3

Gain new skills!

Energy transfer

Transforming energy from one form to another.

It's a new skill – one that's more fun than anything it's acquired before. The stone didn't shake with excitement - it sat motionless, but it was full of anticipation anyway.

While it sat and pondered, the war was over, and only one victor survived.

Kaba stumbled forward, 10 arrows embedded around him, and finally found his Victory Stone. He picked it up with a smile on his face, and the pebble wondered how many years it would have to wait to serve this warrior? Maybe it's the chance of the level. Expectations are growing.

Kabab lifted the stone and looked at the sky with a shimmering crescent moon. "The gods think that my victory should be blessed with a divine miracle!" And so began my new life as King Kaba—"

Tho

k。

An arrow went right through his face, through his mouth, and then from behind. Kaba stumbled to the ground and died instantly.

The hidden human [Ranger], who had been secretly throwing arrows throughout the battle, finally stepped forward. It is no coincidence that so many orcs were shot and fell to the ground, scattering their forces, and in the end only one orc remained.

Pebbles are not the only ones who put their own stone on the scales of war.

(The Ranger) walked up and down the battlefield, his face not as cold as stone, examining his work. A serious task. He carefully examined each orc, double-checked that they were dead, cut off their ears, and finally returned to the corpse of the orc, where he hid his bow.

He saw a stone. He smiled, his thick beard spread out in all directions.

"Hey—that's the right size!" Just like what I've been expecting. ”

Once again, the pebbles are being lifted to help a newcomer in need with a great task, and it feels more and more excited.

If such a great hunter could wipe out the orcs so easily...... What are his plans for the "enchanted" pebbles?

The topography and growth ...... here You can taste almost all the stones.

But it can't. Pebbles have no taste.

So it sat in its comfortable hands again and waited.

The patience of the stone will always prevail over all, even if the person carries it around for a hundred years.

And just like that, the stone was taken down the hill to a humble hunter's hut.

Pursue:

Current height: 7823 meters