Necron: The Legend Of Rezar DeathWind - Chapter 318: The First Tribe (IV)

The smell of ash wafted into the air as the earth cried out for vengeance. Kit had been painted a deep rustic red, almost black, a vestige of the blood of thousands that was left behind after a weapon of mass destruction was let loose on defenseless nomads. Or so the story would go, if the victims were the ones who decided victory. But as it has always been, Victory is decided by the victors, and the victors in this case was Morte Bianca, and unlike every other kingdom or empire in history they had no need for anything other than the truth, because that was what history was really supposed to be about.

But the same could not be said for the people who survived the aftermath of the Particle cannon. It was a bloody affair, and at the moment all that was left was pain and sorrow. The previous bravado that they had in face of the colossal giant that was Morte Bianca was all gone. And in its place was despair, with not even enough energy to muster rage and anger at their current state of affairs. Thousands had just died from a single attack, and it was just from one Warcraft. Those that were left alive; wild tribe members barely numbering a thousand shook with fear as they realized that the Danse Macabre was not the only death bringer in the vicinity, there were three of them, and countless smaller crafts that seemed even more sinister than the large one that just wiped out 90% of their population.

“A choice was given to you all, and your leader chose to go against the might of the great Kingdom of morte Bianca. My mercy has run out, and I am more than willing to wipe what’s left of all of you from the face of existence. so right now you can either kneel and surrender, or remain standing within the next five minutes and die in the most painful and excruciating manner possible, the choice is yours.” Lenore’s voice resounded out across the great desert. The oasis that the first tribe had camped had been burnt into glass and a piece of land even more desolate than the desert it stood on.

Lenore shifted her gaze away from the stumbling and dead eyes group of people that were moving about, completely lost and empty at the incident that just transpired. She tried her best to squash the heaviness in her chest, but it wasn’t easy. Never had she had to be responsible for such a monumental decision and task like this, one that literally held the lives of thousands of people in her hands, and yet she had chosen to take them all down, d=sending to meet their maker…… as if such a notion was still viable in this godforsaken virtual world. But there wasn’t really anything she could about what she was feeling, well nothing but killing the people who she believes was responsible for forcing the hand of Morte Bianca…… for forcing her hand.

The leader along with one of the necromancers from the theocracy was still alive. They were still at the forefront and even though they were still alive, she could not begin to imagine the cost they both had to pay to live. Lenore Turned to Kari and used her head to point at the duo slowly getting ton their feet with shocked looks on their faces. Kari place a hand on her hip holding on to her katana as she gave a closer look at the the First Tribe leader and death class holder from the theocracy, then she turned to Lenore and said.

“I have your back my friend, given how they survived an attack that neither you nor I or dare I say it Rezar himself would survive, I would say we have our work cut out for us. But regardless of what tricks they used I do not believe that they can put up much of a fight against the both of us, so let’s go finish what we started.”

Lenore smiled as she turned around with a flourish, given a swift nod to Mina as Kari followed behind her with a look that promised loads of pain for whoever would decide to stand in their way. On the other hand, the leader pf the first tribe was incensed, but at the same time he was beyond terrified. The loss of his grandmother seemed to pale in comparison to the lives of his people that had been lost. Even the ancestral barriers from the totemic poles of creation was not enough to stop the power of that airship. It was crazy, and if he said he wasn’t scared then he would be lying.

He turned to look at the Death knight that was all that remained of the trio of death class users the theocracy sent with an offer of alliance. But he was not stupid, that offer could just as well have been a threat of servitude. But their interest had aligned, and dealing with what he undoubtedly could no longer deny was the most powerful person in the Bahrenburg wildlands: Rezar Deathwind. The man was unbeatable, at least they stood a chance of pressuring him together, or at the very least this was what they had in mine until all that was left was rubble and darkness, and blood hanging thick in the air.

“This is all your fault! We were fine, it you didn’t come with your stupid advice of an alliance against someone we should never have messed with, mu people will not have died! I’ll kill you!”

“Us! You all were stupidly marching towards death in the name of some stupid crusade against a man that would eat you out and spit you out ten times in a second. You were not worthy to stand in front Rezar deathwind. But yet you coveted his woman and you coveted his land because you felt it was your right! Death would have been a blessing to you and your people, we offered you a way out. Hope! That you would survive the wrath and onslaught that would have befallen your people, and instead you foolishly chose to provoke the Butcher of Morte Bianca. Calling you stupid would be a compliment.”

“Well while watching you too bicker amongst yourselves is amusing, I think it’s about time you both keel over and die, or do you think it’s necessary to keep a messenger alive Kari, I mean the theocracy has to know just how dangerous and much of a folly it is to fuck with Morte Bianca.” Lenore said as she stepped towards them, a fierce look on her face as Kari walked right beside her, her right hand still tightly clasped around her Katana.

“Well Your Highness I feel it would be better to kill them and then have their guts splayed, all over the land and laugh at them while they slowly die, but then again we have to end them now, to make a point. But still we have to keep one alive to make sure that the glory and power of Morte Bianca would be spread amongst their people.”

Lenore looked at her with a somewhat Blank look, Kari was not the kind of person to talk a lot, but this wasn’t somewhat unexpected. But what could she say, she couldn’t exactly call out the kitsune for being somewhat weird, and having a such a creepy conversation, obviously she need a little more work on how to be a wingman to someone who’s supposed be threatening to their enemies. But thankfully she was scary enough to give both the leader and the death class user pause.

“You don’t have to be so threatening, I surrender. And I know the rules of engagement you Bianca’s have, you will never take the life of someone who has surrendered, so I submit to your judgment.” The Death class user said.

The leader of the first tribe looked back at the death calls user of the theocracy and Lenore as they seemed to be making some sort of deal. Or rather it was obvious that he was surrendering just that he could survive and he felt threatened by the current situation. He was worried, because the only ally he could possibly have against the biancans was giving in to them and bowing their head to the queen in waiting Lenore; the so called butcher of Morte Bianca.

“I too will surrender to you!” the first leader said with his teeth grinding hard against each other, and loud enough that it was heard by all that was present. Lenore looked at them both with a smile before saying.

“Then you both should get on your knees, and show just how much fealty you have to Morte Bianca.”

The death class user did not even waste a single second as he got down to his knees, even going so far as place his head on the ground to show his fealty. The leader of the first tribe looked behind and noticed what was left of the people who followed him, and with a sight he too got down on his knees, his head bowed looking extremely desolate. It was over, he had lost everything, but regardless he gets to keep his life and his people will survive… or so he thought.

“Now that you have survived, please die and go on to the next life knowing that Morte Bianca is forever!”