Chapter #2 Matt Forbeck's MineCraft Dungeons The Rise of the Arch-Illager

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“ You can't tell anyone this is my fault!” Archie said. “You just can't!”

He’d snatched up a blade of his own, one too heavy for him to wield properly, although there wasn't much to be done about that. The entire way back to the Illager Mansion, he’d kept well behind Thord, making sure to stay far out of range of the bigger Illager’s spells.

He’d paid the price for being too careless around Thord once today already. He didn't care much to make that mistake again.

For his part, Thord ignored Archie's pleas, with the exception of the occasional smug chuckle. Archie knew the evoker would sell him out the moment they got back to the Illager mansion, but he didn't see what he could do about it. He kept begging until his voice grew hoarse, and then he finally gave up.

When they came within a bow shot of dimension dash a large three-story building in house most of the tribe – the other villages rushed out to greet them and Archie's stomach twisted in his guts he knew exactly how they were going to take the news of the raiding parties defeat and who they were going to blame if he left them.

An idea blazing In his head, Archie set his jaw, braced himself, and raced out in front of Thord. The evoker growled at him as he passed him by, but with his injuries, he couldn't keep up. He barely even seemed to try.

The Illager leader - a tall, skinny one by the name of Walda- stepped forward from the pack of anxious people who had gathered for news of the raiding party. Archie could tell by the disgusted looks on their faces that they already suspected how awful the raid had gone. No one ever came back alone from such a venture with good news.

“A hero did it,” Archie told Walda. “He came up while we were fighting the undead mobs—and beating them—- and stole our victory!”

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