Knight Eternal (A Novel of Epic Fantasy) (Harbinger of Doom Volume 3) Read Online Free PDF

more,” said Mort Zag, the red
creature. “If it came to blows, the first was yours. You started
this.”
    “ You took my
father!”
    “ We offered you a deal,”
said Ezerhauten, the dragon knight, in a deep gravely
voice.
    “ A fair deal,” said Mort
Zag. “Square and honest.”
    “ But you came with your
troops to cut us down,” said Ezerhauten. “You have no honor, boy,
none at all. Lord Korrgonn foresaw it; he foresaw your
treachery.”
    “ And now you’ll pay
dearly,” said Mort Zag.
    “ Wait,” said Jude. “We
can—”
    “ No,” said Ezerhauten.
“The time for negotiation is past. We didn’t want it this way, but
you’ve given us no choice. Take him.”
    The two red-armored knights moved in.
    “ To victory and tomorrow,”
said Jude through clenched teeth. He launched himself at the
nearest of the two, barreled into him shoulder first before the man
could bring up his sword, and sent him flying.
    The other.
    Jude spun in time to parry an overhand
strike from the second knight, and launch a brutal kick to his
groin. The man stumbled back a step and doubled over, stunned.
    For father.
    Jude spun his sword in a tight arc, a move
taught him by Sir Gabriel, and separated the red knight’s head from
his shoulders.
    Killed him. Can this be real? Behind me.
    Jude turned and parried a
blow from the first knight, now back on his feet. They exchanged
several more cuts and thrusts while screams and shouts of the
nearby melee echoed in the background.
    He’s good. Muscle him. Crush him down.
Where’s the dragon knight, and the red monster?
    Jude pummeled the knight, smashing down with
his sword over and over, beating the man back, before executing a
dwarven overhand strike. The red knight blocked the titanic blow,
but the impact shattered his sword, leaving him nothing but the
hilt.
    Got him.
    “ For my father,” Jude
spat. He spun around, chopped down with all his might, and cleaved
the man from shoulder to waist.
    Dead gods, I killed him.
Two down. Where are my men? Jude wrenched
his sword free.
    “ The pup has sharp teeth,”
said Mort Zag. “Your Sithians can’t match him.”
    Must be quick, can’t fight them both.
    Jude feigned a move toward
Ezerhauten, then spun toward Mort Zag, pulling a dagger from his
belt. He launched it underhand, just as he had practiced with Ob a
thousand times. The dagger caught Mort Zag in the throat, the
monster’s eyes wild with shock. He staggered back and clutched his
neck as the wound spouted green ichor.
    In a flash, a second dagger spun toward
Ezerhauten. The knight brought up his sword and effortlessly
knocked the blade aside.
    Zounds.
    “ Time for a lesson,
whelp,” said Ezerhauten.
    I can take him, I can beat them all.
    The berserker’s fury consumed Jude, body and
soul; every ounce of his strength poured into each blow. He would
crush his enemy. He would utterly annihilate him. He would have his
revenge.
    Two great swords flashed and sparked. Jude’s
sword thundered against Ezerhauten’s, but for each powerful blow he
struck, Ezerhauten struck twice, slashing and slicing into Jude’s
armor.
    Jude roared in
anger. I’m hurt. He’s too fast, too good.
Gods, help me.
    Ezerhauten moved with blazing speed,
parrying or dodging blow after blow after blow.
    Toying with me. No chance.
Hold out until Balfin can help.
    “ To the north is Asgard,”
shouted Jude. Blood dripped from his mouth.
    “ Asgard cannot save you,
boy,” said Ezerhauten. “Nor can Thetan.”
    As Jude raised his sword
for another slash, Mort Zag struck him across the shoulders from
behind. Jude dropped to his knees, his strength gone. He was
stunned, numb. His sword fell from his hands.
    Mort Zag grabbed Jude, lifted him above his
head, and threw him as if he were but an apple and not an armored
man of well over three hundred pounds. Jude smashed into a thick
oak some twenty feet away. He dropped down unmoving at its
base.
     
    Jude opened his eyes.
Everything hurt. He felt cold, so