Clang!
Sparks flew! The Third Lord was shocked to see that Lambert deflected the strike even when he wasn’t looking.
Lambert turned a bit, glaring at him from the corner of his left eye.
“You’ve been using your talents all this while. Let me use mine.”
Even after speaking, nothing happened, causing Ham to chuckle, but his smile changed when Lambert swung his sword at the Third Lord.
The power behind that strike was so terrifying that the Third Lord created a crater.
Seeing Lambert pull out a javelin, Ham lunged toward him. Unfortunately, the javelin wasn’t for the Third Lord but him!
It was as if the moment Lambert threw it, the javelin teleported and pierced through him. Ham coughed a mouthful of blood, his eyes widening in disbelief.
Was this a human?
Lambert didn’t give the jackal chief time to recover as he impaled Ham to the ground with three more javelins!
In the next moment, his horse neighed, causing Lambert to fall off. On the ground, he saw the blood spilling from the cut the Third Lord delivered to his horse.
The Third Lord aimed to sever the horse’s legs, but the Centraks’ legs were more sturdy than they looked.
Rising to his feet, Lambert slapped off the Third Lord’s slash, wrapped his fingers around the jackal’s neck, lifted him up, and slammed him against the ground.
Dust rose up, and alongside it, one man stood, but the other remained on the ground, lifeless.
Worried, Lambert rushed to his horse’s side and applied pressure on the wound to stop the bleeding.
When he finally arrested the bleeding, he lifted up his head and saw his men riding their horses and cutting down jackals.
Because of the dust, only a few knew their chief was already dead, and Lambert wasn’t planning on letting them know.
After all… His Lordship’s orders were: “Slay all.”
The Jackals had committed an atrocious act by slaughtering every breathing thing in the keep and writing a message on a wall with their blood.
Since they saw no meaning in life or respected the dead, Asher saw no meaning in keeping his laws before them.
As a servant, Lambert carried the same mindset as his lord.
“Kill them all.” The Black Knight commander muttered under his breath, his eyes cold and emotionless toward the fate of the beastmen.
There were children in that keep, civilians who lived with the soldiers. Most of them were the families of the soldiers and aided with things that the soldiers couldn’t do.
Lambert could have sworn he had never seen his lord so furious. This was the reason his unit was sent.
They were built and trained to be terrors!
Shing!
He unsheathed his sword, pulled the torches out of the ground, and walked into the battlefield, his cloak fluttering softly.
…
Puchi!
A Black Knight retrieved his sword, panting softly before turning to find his commander sitting on the ground, leaning against his horse.
The skies were a bit bright, and the sun would rise at any moment. All throughout the night till it was morning, they had been fighting, and finally, this Black Knight killed the last Jackal.
“We have eradicated the great Jackal clan, commander.” The Black Knight walked up to Lambert and bowed his head.
“Set it ablaze and let’s return.”
Lambert rose to his feet, and his horse also rose up.
Two days later, a man clad in a thick jacket to prevent dying from cold found himself in a vast ruin. Even the two days of heavy snow were not able to hide the fact that there was a great battle that ended with flames.
This man was none other than Simon, captain of the guard from Winter Stronghold.
He squatted. Looking at the bones of jackals charred black.
“Who could have done this? This looks like a full-blown war, so it can’t be a beast. The Winter stronghold is the first force up north and up south…”
Simon looked at the south, his eyes flickering. “The Bashan clans.”
….
Inside a grand hall, several folds greater than the sacred hall in Nineveh, a man sat on a throne. There was a row of pillars on both sides of the hall, and before this man stood a count, a friend of Count William.
“My lord.” The Count went on one knee and bowed his head. He was before the great Archduke Nubis, famously known as ‘The Lightning Spear.’
“I bring confirmation to the news, my lord.” He said, unable to bring himself to look at the Archduke’s face.
“Confirmation…” Archduke Nubis clenched the armrests until the stone began to crack.
“You bring confirmation of my son’s death.” He said, his tone calm and light like he wasn’t a bit affected.
“Y… Yes, my lord.” The count shuddered.
“So it was the one they call the White Wolf of the North that killed him.”
“Yes, my lord.”
“This same person is a member of ‘That’ House?”
“He is.”
“And what about his fiancée?”
“She lost control due to the death of her fiancé and became corrupted.”
Archduke Nubis slowly rose to his feet. “So I have lost a son and a mage with supreme talent.”
The count couldn’t bring himself to reply.
Whoosh!
A sudden gust of wind blew against the Count’s face, causing him to lift up his head, and he saw the Archduke standing right before him.
“Then… where is Count William?” Explore stories at empire
“According to our scouts, he had gone into the Wildlands with his army.”
“So he dares not appear before me. I want him to tell me of his failure, but before that, I heard this ‘White Wolf’ is younger than my son yet slayed him with his own hands.”
The count could only nod.
“I see.”
Before he could blink, the Archduke was gone. After he confirmed the Archduke was gone, the count clutched his chest.
“White Wolf of the North. A member of ‘That’ House. Is centuries-old rivalry about to rise up again? Unfortunately, this time that boy can’t stand against the Archduke.”
Turning, the count left the hall, while also making up his mind to send a letter to his friend, Count William, informing him that the Archduke would soon make his move against the White Wolf.
