The Kingdom of Shadow
Chapter One
The horrific scream came from the direction of the river.
Kentril Dumon cursed as he shouted orders to the others. He had warned his men
to avoid the waterways as much as possible, but in the dense, steamy jungles of
Kehjistan, it sometimes became difficult to keep track of the myriad wanderings
of the rivers and streams. Some of the other mercenaries also had a tendency to
forget orders when cool water lay just yards away.
The fool who had screamed had just learned the danger of growing complacent -
not that he would likely live long enough to appreciate that lesson.
The slim, sunburnt captain battled his way through the lush foliage, following
the pleading call. Ahead of him, he saw Gorst, his second, the giant, shirtless
fighter ripping through the vines and branches as if they had no substance at
all. While most of the other mercenaries, natives of cooler, highland regions
in the Western Kingdoms, suffered badly from the heat, bronzed Gorst ever took
all in stride. The scraggy mop of hair, dark black compared with Kentril's own
light brown, made the giant look like a fle ... read full excerpt from: Diablo #3: The Kingdom of Shadow ebook
