REALM OF GODS -
VALCROV
WASTELANDS
YEAR 1273.
All around was a whirlwind of violence, the color of vicious motion, the cries of injured men and the thunder of steel striking steel.
Nothing was to be said much, in this bloody battlefield is the most powerful war gods ever know battling each other with their battalion of warriors.
But as the Lord of Xamor halted his horse, his eyes glanced around the battlefield, and just then did he realize that he wouldn't be victorious in this bloody war - he came to the realization that the great impaler and his warriors would soon wipe his men out, from where he was on horse top he could see his men - his trained men falling by the sword of the great impaler.
'That bastard!' his thoughts screamed out. He has been plotting ever since to end the life of that bastard, but every time he fails just like how he has failed in this war.
"You will die today, lord impaler - you must" he said as he took out a dagger from his boot, and without any delay he hurled the dagger at his direction. The dagger flew sharply in the air, before it lunged at the great Impaler's shoulder. The pain registered immediately - Zander felt it, t'was excruciating, the worst part was that he never saw it coming. But he has experienced pain far worse than this one, so he reached at his shoulder and pulled the dagger out, he grimaced.
His eyes studied that dagger carefully, they was a whitish substance laced on it's blade - t'was poison, the dagger was poisoned. He sworn silently.
"Retreat!" The lord of Xomor shouted, and immediately the Xomor warriors started to move back, their lord has ordered them to retreat - and besides the Lord Impaler's warriors have already reduced them, so they was no use battling with them.
"Fall back!" Their lord said as he rode his horse.
"No, you wouldn't" Zander murmured as he tossed the dagger aside, he saw exactly what he needed laying on the ground - a bow. He picked it up, and on his left was one a Xomor warrior that has been shot down by an arrow.
Zander grabbed the shaft and pulled the arrow out. He held the bow down and carefully he attached the arrow on it, with his fingers on the drawstring he raised the bow. Then he pulled the bow's drawstring towards his face, carefully aiming his target.
"One eye, two eye - dead eye" he whispered before he released the arrow.
The arrow made a whooshing sound as it shot through the air. Then forcefully it lunged on the Xamor lord's head. The arrow came so fast that it came through his forehead. It was a clean shot.
The Xamor's lord died instantly as his body dropped down from his horse. The Xamor warriors lay down their weapons and yielded. They have been defeated.
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Zander used his hand to cover the eyes of Gled which lay vacant - he was one of his best men and now he is dead. He glanced around the blood bathed battlefield - he has lost a lot of his warriors to this bloody war, he sighed at least now that deranged war god is no more.
"My lord" a voice called from behind.
He turned, facing his right hand man - Ian.
"We've taken all of the Xamor's warriors But there is another problem" Ian informed.
"What problem?" The great impaler asked as they both stride across the battlefield.
"The Valkyrie that the Xamors came with, escaped and unfortunately our witcher can't track it"
Zander glanced at Ian, "Why can't he?"
"He claims that he is in shock - according to him this war had him under pressure"
"Fair enough," Zander replied and added,
"We don't need the witcher, we will find that creature"
"Of course, My lord" Ian answered before his lord grimaced.
"It still hurts?" Ian asked.
"It's poison laced Ian, it wouldn't heal quickly"
"Should I be worried?" Ian asked his lord.
Zander smiled, "You worry too much"
"I have my reasons" Ian said for he knows just how stubborn his lord is. And Ian would rather die than have anything happen to his lord.
As they walked pass, a herd of his men was impaling the corpse of the Xamor's warriors on long sharp rods. For it was known through out the entire seven realms that the great impaler, leaves the dead bodies of his defeated enemies hanging from a long rod - it's was his own sign of victory, and every single god and goddess that lives knows that.
"I want our warriors that we lost to be honored well." Zander informed.
"They will, My lord" Ian assured as they halted Infront of a certain dead body.
Zander used his leg to kick it over.
"I still can't fathom how you shot that arrow" Ian said as they both stared down on the Xamor lord's dead body - the arrow that killed him was still deep in his skull.
"You never will, Ian" Zander said before his right hand, handed over to him a long rod.
The Great impaler raised the sharp rod up and with enough strength he pierced the rod deep inside the corpse, using that rod the great impaler dragged the corpse up and impaled it on the long rod - now the vultures could feed on his body.
His war beast - a gigantic wolf came closer to his lord and howled.
Zander turned to his right hand, "Round up the men, we are going home" he said and Ian bowed before he left to do as he was told.
Zander ran his hands through his wolf's fur - that was now stained with blood. But the wolf was not the only one that was blood stained - his master was too, and he has already gotten used to the stench of blood as every war god would.