Night of the Soulless Heathens – 442



#443. Manifestation of Darkness 6

“…First of all congratulations on your excellent achievements. King Azadin who is truly decisive.”

The whites including Dahlia prostrated themselves before Azadin and congratulated him on his victory.

However even though they were congratulating each other with their mouths the expressions on the Whites’ faces were not good. This was because the number of Dahlia’s blood relatives the elven Whites had decreased by half.

It was a timely decision to attack at the moment when Triodana’s assassination was successful.

Because the enemies were a rabble unable to do anything and unable to come to their senses.

But they had a terrible weapon: the Angel of Corruption.

The Wisdom Order had freed the Angels of Corruption that had been sealed away in order to buy time for their escape and had also used all sorts of Nether magic to release monsters before fleeing.

These monsters were too much for even the undead of the Fimbul Horde to handle so much so that the wights were reduced by half.

On the other hand the messenger clan led by Azadin did not directly fight these monsters as they occupied the cannons and watchtowers throughout the castle so there were no casualties.

Then it becomes suspicious.

Cedrin a wild druid and vassal of Azadin wanted his people to be freed from the command of Lord Sok.

‘Isn’t this how she wants to achieve what she wants?’

Dahlia was looking at Azadin with suspicious eyes.

At that moment the sweet scent of blood reached their noses.

Azadin was bleeding from the nose.

It’s not just a simple coffee it smells like death.

But Azadin said with a calm expression.

“This could not have been accomplished without the help of the Fimbul Horde. Thank you Lord Dahlia.”

“We only followed our master’s wishes.”

“Sir Sok you say. Hmm. Actually we shouldn’t be here right now we should be pursuing the enemy…”

Azadin wanted to destroy the remnants of the Order of Wisdom before they could return to St. Mallory.

Because originally the most effective attack was to strike the back of the head of a retreating enemy.

However Azadin’s current physical condition is not good and the troops are not Azadin’s but the Fimbul Horde borrowed from Lord Sok.

It was a golden opportunity to wipe out the power of the Wisdom Cult but Azadin felt the sickness eating away at his body and held his nose.

“Oh my head isn’t working very well. Can I rest for a bit?”

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“Of course. We’ll take a break too.”

“….”

“It is said in the world that undead do not feel fatigue but that is simply because they are soulless beings. Undead with souls suffer from fatigue accumulating in their souls due to their thinking.”

“Please don’t misunderstand. I didn’t mean it that way.”

Azadin made that excuse but it was clear to anyone who saw that he was flustered by the undead’s request to rest.

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The Wisdom Order lost Triodana and was attacked and fled in confusion before they could reorganize their forces.

Of course not all troops were killed or disappeared.

As they regrouped and began reconnaissance they discovered one thing.

Azadin brought only twenty messengers.

The Fimbul Horde did join in but even they were just a remnant of those they had already defeated in the Battle of Fireglyph.

A catastrophe that was fooled by a mere 20-man suicide squad and if you think about it it was no different from being done to one Azadin.

The enraged Wisdom Order wanted revenge but Azadin had already taken control of Fireglyph and the remnants of the defeated soldiers who had fled when the castle fell were quickly gathering in Fireglyph.

And then the blizzard started to blow in.

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“It was definitely summer…”

Although it should still be summer and very hot in terms of the season snow is falling from the sky.

Azadin looked up at the sky and sighed.

“How are you feeling?”

Ismail asked Azadin from behind.

“To be honest it’s not good.”

“Are you okay? Since you are also the queen please take care of yourself a bit…”

“But if I hadn’t done it things wouldn’t have worked out this way.”

“That is true but.”

It is true that Azadin is ruining his health by overdoing it but if Azadin had just stayed still his entire force would have been destroyed.

Either the force dies or I die.

Azadin simply chose the latter.

“Is the reorganization going well?”

“The soldiers are complaining. Desertion should be punished by death but they are accepting these guys back as soldiers.”

In Fireglyph there were those who were captured while fighting the enemy and were about to be turned into pieces of meat.

From their point of view they were caught guarding the line until they died but they didn’t like the fact that the guys who quickly ran away were now showing up without any punishment.

However as a monarch he could not punish them and reduce his own troops.

“They will be sentenced to military service. Their lands will be taken away they will be forced to do military service and they will be placed on the front lines in the future.”

Azadin handed down a moderate but certainly effective punishment.

“Then Your Majesty please rest for a while. I am worried about who will go to the royal palace.”

Ismail was worried about Azadin’s body.

To be exact Azadin is worried about Medium who will be left alone if he dies.

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“With the weather like this and our lack of troops it seems impossible to pursue and fight the Wisdom Sect. Understood.”

Azadin also felt that he needed to rest so he sat down on the chair and covered himself with a blanket.

“Please lie down on the bed.”

“No. I want to stay awake a little longer.”

“Is it because I gained eyes that I didn’t have before?”

“That is a very poignant remark.”

Azadin of Muan Azadin a monster without eyes snickered at Ismail’s words that were neither a joke nor a serious matter.

But then the Fireglyph’s tower shook with a bang.

“…This is.”

“Something flew in.”

Azadin already remembered the past when Selim had flown in on a hippogriff.

If something heavy were to fly and land on top of the Fireglyph Castle which is made of stone the entire castle would shake.

“I think Lord Sok has come.”

Azadin said so.

But the person who came in when the door opened was an unexpected person.

“Hello Captain!”

It was Scott McGreen an orc necromancer. Surprisingly he had lost more weight and muscle mass than usual and his skin was gaunt and dry.

“…Did you become rich?”

Azadin saw the change in Scott and realized that he had succeeded in becoming a lich.

“Yes. Now we are free from the disease that has plagued our race. It will be a blessing to the world that my superior intelligence will not perish in vain.”

“Surprisingly it didn’t take that long.”

“Well don’t compare my talents to those of other magicians. If they compete with me it would be too pitiful for them. They must be some of the idiots known as geniuses in the neighborhood.”

“….”

Then another orc walked in behind Scott.

It was Lord Sok the leader of the Fimbul Horde.

He walked towards Azadin and prostrated himself before him.

“Congratulations on your victory Your Majesty. Not only have you reclaimed the castle that was taken from you but you have also defeated the evil enemies of the Knights of Salvation so Your Majesty’s reputation will be further enhanced.”

“….”

Although Sok was externally a vassal of Azadin in reality he was an equal ally.

But does this mean that he recognizes Azadin’s sovereignty?

At official functions he appeared as a subject.

“I appreciate your sincerity but no one is watching so don’t be like that and just take it easy.”

“….”

Sir Sok glanced at Ismail absentmindedly. He and Scott may be like that but isn’t Ismail a human?

But his gaze soon also meant that at least he and Scott were self-aware that they were not human.

“What a joke. Anyway Sir Sok. Thank you for coming. The Fimbul Horde was a great help.”

“I’m glad I could help. I was worried that this old man might be holding back Your Majesty’s business….”

“No way. I wouldn’t have been able to get the Fireglyph back without your help.”

“No. Our men alone were no match for those Nether monsters. In fact without your protection we were no match for them. Thanks to you half of my wights have been killed. I am sure Miss Cedrin will be pleased. She wanted her kin to perish.”

Why are there bones in words?

The immortal Fimbul Horde fought against the Order of Wisdom of the Knights Templar in this battle and suffered irreparable damage.

In particular the problem is that the Whites are undead that do not recover easily and they have been lost in large numbers.

Does that mean we should create new high-level undead like whites or death knights that must bind human souls?

That was something Azadin could not tolerate.

From the beginning Azadin’s values ​​were bound to create discord with the Fimbul Horde.

And Sir Sok will know that too.

“Your Majesty what will you do now? We have heard that the treacherous bandits of Chitai are ravaging Naisandokhar. Or will you continue to pursue the Wisdom Cult and strangle them? Either way we will gladly take the lead.”

“Let’s continue attacking the Wisdom Order. Even if Chitai loses Naisandokkar if we take control of the Rescue Knights Command we can transport supplies by water and that way we’ll suffer much less damage during transport.”

When it comes to which is easier to transport land or water water is obviously easier.

If you travel by land you will need a huge number of carts and horses and even then the amount that can be carried is very small.

Is this the opportunity for Azadin to seize control of the Rescue Knights?

“That’s too bad.”

Sir Sok muttered this absentmindedly.

It was a remark made without context but Azadin could tell what he meant by it.

“Oh please forgive me for my rudeness. I was just talking to myself. Then should we move our troops right now? The enemies will be regrouping so if we pursue them and kill them at this time they will fall without being able to do anything.”

“No. In fact we are not in a position to fight right now. We need to figure out what supplies are left in Fireglyph and gather up the defeated soldiers to reorganize.”

Fortunately Azadin’s army was able to recover the Fireglyph by assassination but in reality they were in a state of total destruction.

It was a good thing the Fimbul Horde provided us with arrow shields otherwise we would not have won.

And now the Fimbul Horde is not in its proper state either.

“I see. I understand. Then I will take my leave now. Rest in peace.”

Sir Sok said and withdrew from Azadin.

Scott also noticed Sok’s expression and followed him out.

“…….”

Azadin sighed as he watched Sok retreat.

“What did you just say?”

Ismail asked cautiously.

“What are you talking about?”

“That’s what Sir Sok said suddenly he felt sorry.”

“That’s right. Because I realized that I had no intention of sending the Fimbul Horde to fight the Cheetah.”

“yes?”

“Chitai is a fight against humans anyway. If I use the undead army in a war against humans my reputation will be ruined.”

“That’s a shame….”

“From Lord Sok’s perspective I am not a lord worthy of serving. Lord Sok may like me personally. But in the end our positions and goals are different.”

“…Isn’t that a big deal?”

Ismail was terrified.

Azadin’s physical condition right now is beyond words.

The vassals under him except for the heralds are all stragglers of Fireglyph. What if Lord Sok changes his mind now?

There is no way to handle it.

It’s like a lumberjack entering a tiger’s den.