Chapter 8:
My will shall resonate in this stormy game
The praetor stood at the front of the hollow and gave orders so that they could face the captives more easily.
and the spears that emerged from the ground imbued with light gave them time to put an end to those problems, but the quantity they saw impressed them more than the emergence of an advantage itself.
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"Sir, that was the last sweet bait, I'm afraid we didn't manage to attract as many as we thought." He spoke.
young man dressed in black, while handing over the last 5 silver pearls with a wick.
“It doesn’t matter, they’re distracted and the advance in the North seems to be going smoothly.” I grab the box without any problems and
He put it in his backpack, while his warriors showed eagerness to join the monsters for battle.
“My lord, I inform you that a fireworks display has been set off in the southern area.” The person in charge of guarding the southern wall I speak, still with the telescope in hand
"Did you manage to take the southern zone so quickly?" I look at the young man doubtfully. "If that's the case, we'll have to change our plan."
“No sir, in fact, they are sending a message by light, wait a moment.” I look closer and interpret the message correctly. “We didn’t send the message, and no, we were informed of spies inside.” He paused for a moment and looked at the leader atop the tree. “Question: Should we storm the entrance?”
“Tell them to send a detachment of 10, if it's a trap they'll still be able to deal with it.”
The hooded man put the Morse code almost without problems, while the person in charge of watching confirmed the made and reported as there was no news of hostile attacks.
For the next hour they saw the body fall and after that the doors open and a short time later they noticed as they had entered with the load almost without problems.
“Sir, the entry of the South line is confirmed.”
“Well, trap or not, they’re doomed.” He climbed down the tree and went down to the small makeshift cave.
where nearly 100 people were resting. “Gentlemen, rise. Today the goddess of fortune has favored us. The southern entrance was taken more easily than we imagined. Now we leave. By the time the onslaught of the vestments is over, we will have already taken the interior.”
“So soon, it shouldn't take another hour, according to the herald's calculations.”
“So much the better, that it not be said that the Sons of Sariah are so incompetent as to require plans of strangers to achieve their goal.”
Everyone rushed to get up and put their equipment in order, while they continued on their way, masked. In the dark they reached the south entrance in 40 minutes and after a brief warning they opened the doors, while he found something strange in that place, having a child leading his men.
"And you?"
“Abaddon, Prodigious Seer, ready to assist in your rescue mission, here.” He extended his hand, handing a map and with the same I notice a more than considerable help.
“What is the reason for your help, child?”
"I have seen what will happen to those at the North entrance, I do not want to see my city stained with the blood of innocent, especially when I have such a good relationship with the cursed kingdom.”
“I see; you have an alibi ready?”
“Yes, I'm leaving,” he offered a slight bow before turning around. “Give my regards to Herald Fix, “He was truly a fascinating speaker.”
“Everyone in formation, we're going to the North Gate and you two escort the boy quietly so that you're not seen.”
“At your service.”
The route through the city was much easier to navigate than they imagined; the map was so accurate, it seemed made by a local, who practiced geography and cartography all his life and as they arrived and saw them they quickened their pace and after a while of changing into white clothes and tying the edges in cloth they reached the rearguard with ease.
"Sir, the praetor sent us to reinforce us." Fatigue only made his actions more credible.
“What a miracle, please reinforce my right hand.”
“Men on the march.”
A short time later they noticed how they had been distributed in a simple way to the sides, but mainly
to the left and with it the examination of who would wear the shackle of domain, a bracelet so thin and at the same time so important, to his displeasure, they identified themselves at 5 and after slight signals with their hands they proceeded to put an end to the enemy.
“What is…” Before he knew it, his neck was already gushing blood like the opening of a waterfall and he took quickly the shackle in his hands only to notice the boot stepping on it. “Trgggdo.”
“SLAVES OF THE VILE LIE, RISE UP, OPEN THE DOORS, ALLOW YOUR BROTHERS TO ENTER,
LET US RETURN TOGETHER TO OUR LONGED-FORTH HOME, TO OUR ADORED FREEDOM, WHERE WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU IS A SIN AND WHERE LIFE WILL BE EASIER!”
In the next instant all the slaves who were surprised by the fallen shackles began to attack the
White Guard, who defended themselves and almost at the same time were impaled by the supposed reinforcements, while they unwrapped their weapons from the rag that were small black cloaks to differentiate themselves and with it a counteroffensive, women and children not accustomed to battle, simply advanced towards the entrance, as ordered by the guards in black and after that the doors finally opened.
They could see how more warriors clad in darkness came to the front and stood at the sides with swords against their backs and gave them time to run into the woods to meet up with the main force, and with no one present who was a problem to deal with, they were the last two to meet up with their leader.
“Sir, the boy belonged to the House of the Sun.”
“I already said it was suspicious, they found out something else.”
“No sir, everyone was sedated, although we managed to copy some important information itineraries of delivery of supplies and future slaves arriving tomorrow.”
“Well, we won’t come back empty-handed in the end.”
“My lord, young Abaddon, he said he spoke with the King, consider that…”
“He said he was a good speaker, not like the holy faith, but rather like someone who gave a speech without a doubt, perhaps of A long time ago or perhaps from some tome that the family kept secret, the king went out for the last time 12 years ago, and the child did not seem to be more than 10 years old.”
“I can confirm it; it seems that today he acquired his name.”
“Good luck on you, but we will report this event, lest we attack such a valuable ally for mistake, this campaign is just beginning." Halfway there, he noticed the girl moving forward, clinging to the stick as if dead, and soon he ordered that he help her go faster, noticing how his troops returned to the safety of the night, one last one arriving with a sack.
“My lord, the Bishop’s head as I command.”
“Good, this will give us an extra reward.”
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Towards the end of the storm it was noticeable how the red of the sunset came and faded quickly, while the
The last creatures were finished off and the Followers of the Holy Faith pronounced blessings of healing and calm, while the Saint and the Praetor gathered ready to finish off the next enemy.
“Too quiet.” I try to stay two steps ahead of the saint and keep my eyes on the forest.
“I agree.” He was equally alert at the first sign of movement.
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