In the center of an underground town. Is a group of Nagas all chanting and screaming. Mothers hold starving Naga children in their arms. The Nagas are skinny and weak, their scales are not as lush as before. Their eyes are clouded by hunger and their voice speak for salvation.
"We demand food!"
"We demand freedom!"
"Meat and freedom!"
"Meat and freedom!"
The Nagas chanted at the circular building being guarded by Naga warriors, conscripts, and ghosts. The military look to be in better shape than the citizen. Well feed and well bathed. But even the soldiers don't compare to the leadership of the city.
The city priest, Pakshanma, looks both majestic and beautiful. It's like the siege the city is under those do not even affect him. It has been 4 weeks since the siege started. During that time they sent forces to break the siege of only 200 people large.
But the enemy army did not break or diminish. For every grey soldier they take out, another identical one appear to take its fallen brother's place. Pakshanma has never seen such a magic spell before. After all, magic is the only reason for such a never-ending army to appear on their doorsteps.
'This feels a lot like air magic but is impossible for any air mage to follow us here and try to fight us. 'We' don't have any bad blood with them.'
The Naga priest thought as he look at the hungry and rowdy crowd. Each day people go without eating their fill, the larger the crow grows. At this point, 500 Nagas have gathered in protest. Is slowly getting to the point were the military can't handle all of the Nagas that chant for meat and freedom.
The tension in the air is thick on the Naga's nose. It just takes one spark for everything to ignite.
"Mama…..i am really hungry….if daddy was here…"
The Nagi could not bare to see her child cry and beg no longer. After the loss of her husband in one of the many counter attack done. The food was provided to the family because of his service stop. She and her child have been abandoned. Many of the families here share a similar story.
The Nagas were made by the winds of nature for battle. If battle awaits them, then so be it! The Nagi grabs a nearby stone. Ready to ignite the fuse. To bathe this city in fire and war. She readies her arm, aims at a nearby Naga conscript, and sho-
"ENOUGH!!"
The large doors of the circular building open up. Revealing a three tail and four-arm Naga. A [Naga Kraken], a being handcrafted by the winds of nature. A natural-born leader for all Nagas. The extensive power and pressure that emanates from the Naga Kraken make all the Nagas bow down. Only the Naga priest was able to battle the effects of the aura.
Allowing for him to only half bow down to the Kraken.
"I have heard enough of your pleas! By both the winds of death and nature holy names! I command all of you to stop protesting and to arm yourself! For today we break this siege and kill or enslave those runaway Ghosts! For are we, not Jungle Nagas!? For glory and death!"
"…For glory and death!"
The Naga priest said right after his leader. Soon the military join in the chanting followed by the reluctant civilians. Soon the whole city became alive. The first group of Nagas was armed with enchanted swords. But those that came after were only given normal swords made of iron or bows and arrows.
A 1000 Naga-strong army was formed in a second. The gates of the city open up with a large thud! Mors who stood far away from the city, at the entrance of the tunnel that lead to city, could not believe his eyes when he saw how big the Naga army have become.
"That must be all of their fighting forces.. In that case, let the massacre star!"
Mors said, an evil smile on his face. Feeling a bit happy that he is fighting against a clearly evil force while helping his own side. It felt nice to once again reinforce the belief of his old life.
'War is nice when your side can't die and you aren't affected by post-traumatic stress'
Ever since Mors came to this world, he has not been under the permanent effect of PTSD. Maybe the act of a new life made it easier for him to separate the old trauma from his current self. Or maybe being a cultivator allow him to become free of that condition.
"Oh I was thinking to much and they started fighting my copies"
Mors said as he hit his forehead after such a stupid mistake. Mors takes out his bow, gets into position, and draws the string backward. A solid energy arrow from his Qi appears on the drawstring. Mors breaths in and out as he slowly focuses his vision.
Replacing any fallen copy with a new one. After finding a suitable place to aim at. He shoots his Qi arrow. The arrow cut through the air. The arrow passes by Mors copies. As it embedded itself in the head of a Naga coscript. The fallen Naga did not register in the fighting Naga's mind.
Mors nodded his head as he got ready to shoot another arrow. Repeating the same motions as before. He shoots the arrow with elegance and care. As the arrow enter the battlefield, it started to split off into countless other arrows. Mors unsummons his copies as the arrows grow to such numbers that they block the light coming from the entrance.
The arrows become the string of this war orchestra. As countless Naga meet their end by the arrows. Some of them become nothing but porcupines. The devastating blow lowers the Morale of the Nagas. Kraken could not let this happen as he rushes towards the entrance. Where Mors is.
"Found the boss~"