A boy from the Dark Elven Village.
Small answers from the author:
Do not worry. This person is not a Mare, he is a Farello. Mare is in a different place, in an extremely unexpected place. Although his personality and looks like him, in the future, this will all be explained. And I think you'll like it. It will be unexpected. it will be explained why Farello has this character.
Farello with his mind and personality an ordinary boy who remembers nothing that was before. He is not overpower. Elders did not feel even a drop of mana in him. And although he is almost as strong as an adult, he is weaker than an ordinary soldier.
About the time interval... This happens after 11 volume, but without rewinding the time in the epilogue.
I'm writing fanfic for the first time. And i do not understand why, but sometimes the paragraphs are not where I wanted. But I try to fix everything. Hmm. How on this site to divide paragraphs? It really upsets me. The site eats my spaces and paragraphs.
Part 1
Chapter 2
Captain of the Squad.
The messenger rushed, galloped on the horse that there was strength. He had in his hands an urgent report for the Commander of the Slane Theocracy division. Being a part of a special reconnaissance squad, he could not delay with the report. This information can change the course of the war with demi-human in the west of the country.
After the disappearance of the Sunlight Scripture, the duty to destroy non-human races was given to them, the defensive division of Slane Theocracy. And honoring the Six Great Gods, they performed their task as effectively as possible.
Strongly holding on to the best horse he had was, the rider tried to get to the military base of Bitler as soon as possible, in which the main defensive forces settled. The only really safe place in these regions. That's where his goal lies.
Bitler is a large military base of Slane Theocracy on the western borders, right in front of inhabited demi-human races wasteland. Being mostly populated by ogre and orcs, it was an extremely difficult task to fight on this desert.
Therefore, they tried to destroy small, weakly protected settlements. As quickly and secretly as possible, using the magic of illusions, they approached the demi-human settlement under the cover of night. It was at the moment when those tired, were at home. And despite the small placed guards, thanks to the magic of illusion and invisibility, the assassins could sneak close enough to quickly neutralize them without causing excessive noise. Getting rid of the sentries, it was time for the work of the main detachment. Equestrian riders, fast enough that no enemy could escape, surrounded the village.
At the battle of 1 on 1, the human was much weaker than the demi-human. Therefore, they pressed the number of and tactics. Having commanded a battalion of 700 men, the Captain of the Squad gave a quiet signal. What happened later, he has seen countless times. The usual quiet night was interrupted by the cries of agony and fear. The smell of blood and burning filled the once typical demi-human settlement. He saw how his soldiers destroyed those whom the Six Great Gods considered unworthy, how they burned buildings, using alchemical potions. Cries for help were heard everywhere, but his Personal Squad spared no one. Demi-human - despicable and ugly creatures, today he came a step closer to their main goal - the Greatness and Glory of mankind! And for this, he is ready for anything.
This attack was swift, and just as swiftly, they completed their assignment and headed back to their main base, Bitler. Leaving, no one looked back, for everyone knew what they would see. Once the usual village of orcs and ogres with a total strength of 400 creatures, was completely destroyed and burned to the ground. From her, nothing remains, except for burnt-out ruins and hang-up bodies that look like bones in this Immense Desert, located in the vicinity of Aberion Hills.
The messenger raced, being one of the best scouts, he should have remained in his position along with his special reconnaissance squad consisting of 13 people. But having acquired such important information, he had no choice but to leave his comrades, and rush at full speed to the main military base. And although the path will take a little less than a week, he should return as soon as possible.
Because of the high unreliability of the [Message] spell, and the importance of the information he carried, he had no choice but to jump from all his piss on his horse, in the hope that his headquarters would receive a report earlier than the inhuman race could have known about it.
He fled through the Immense Desert, seeing few settlements that had not yet been destroyed. He fled, noticing the burnt villages and the burnt corpses. He noticed the endless battles fought among these fools. He fled without paying attention to these offspring. Sooner or later they will get to here, and destroy all demi-human, that poison life both to his beloved country, and to their human neighbors - Roble Holy Kingdom. And although the food is almost over, while there is water, he can get and carry out his task. This meant dedicating yourself to the service of the Six Great Gods.
Because he traveled alone, he had to use the precious disposable items that his squad had given for self-defense and survival, but despite this, he believed that this was only a small price for the possibility of complete destruction and purification from all non-human races in this region. And even more.
Standing beside a large map, which lay on a wide and solid desk, along with the other captains, he, the Division Commander, and Defense Commander of the western part of Slane Theocracy, listened attentively to the report of his subordinates.
Being no longer young, he had a fatty abdomen that he hid under the uniform. But despite this, under the layer of fat, the steel muscles of the warrior clearly felt, which went through much. And though the gray hair on his temples was old, his eyes were filled with life and strength. Strong look, which could make you feel bad even the veteran warrior. All this, and his past merits made him one of the best strategists that were in this country, but even so, because of an extremely difficult situation, even this was not enough.
Listening to the reports, he struck hard on the table, forcing the dark elf flinch. To put it mildly, she is his maid, but, to put it in its essence, she was a slave whom he got in these lands.
Usually they sent all the elves into the interior of the country, for sale. After all, even a weakened and battered elf, was worth quite a lot of money. And the younger he was, the more expensive it was to sell it. Aristocrats were ready to pay rabid money, for the very fact of possession of an elf, and if he or she were young, then at the bidding prices were simply sky-high.
But he decided to keep her to himself, when she was caught not far from the forest, she was a very proud and strong person. And breaking her temper, her thoughts, her body, he received a great sense of satisfaction. And although it was usually started to cut off their ears, as a sign of slavery, he decided to leave it for later. As a dessert. Once, if she again tries not to obey his orders, he will do it. And she understands this perfectly. Due to this, he acquired a more obedient elf than could be obtained in the usual way. After all, when there is nothing to lose, it's all the same, but being broken, but having at least something, you will want not lose it until the very end. And she did not want to lose the only thing that she had left of honor.
"Damn Sunlight Scripture, because of their loss, we now have such a difficult task. We were created to protect and support the western border. But now, we have to waste our power on this, weakening the country's overall defense. In the name of the Six Great Gods, I fully understand that for our safety, we must exterminate non-human races. But because of the war with this stupid Elf King in the Southeast, we have very little strength."
And it was mildly said, as the Commander of the Western Defense, he had only one division in his disposition, with a total strength of almost 12,000. Although him was supposed to allocate at least 20 thousand people to fulfill his tasks. Therefore, if all demi-human unite, its defense will fall pretty quickly. But fortunately for them, most of the settlements living in the south of Aberion Hills were scattered and each fought for itself. But still, it was not enough to protect the borders and destroy settlements of nonhumans. Because of the constant possibility of an attack, most of the forces were distributed to protect the borders, and only slightly less than 2,000 people were engaged in the destruction of enemies outside the country.
"We understand you perfectly, but unfortunately, due to the location of the nearby Sorcerer Kingdom, the country simply does not have enough military reserve for all tasks. And although the loss of one of the Scriptures was a powerful blow, we must continue to fulfill our main mission."
"Sorcerer Kingdom ... Who would have thought that such a powerful enemy will be so close to us. And at the same time, the head of this country is hating life, undead. If it was my will, I would destroy it. But the Cardinals are very afraid of him, and ordered us to work on in the regular mode, while being ready to relocate our forces at any time."
Lightly scratching his cheekbones, the Commander asked.
"How is our Captain Medrid?" He still has not returned from the assignment?"
"Not yet, as far as we know, he will have to arrive tonight or tomorrow morning. Being one of the few commanders of horsemen, he has to exterminate demi-human settlements. But as far as we know, this time everything was without losses."
"Here's how? Good, very good. Although in these raids we press a number, they are stronger than us, and often people die."
"The dead would be even less if he himself went out on the battlefield, and did not sit out in the rear."
"There's nothing to be done, this is his style. Likes to be in the rear and command his own Squad."
And though he was sitting in the rear, in terms of combat skills, he was not equal. Having a powerful talent for fencing, he became a very strong knight in the service of the Six Great Gods. In fact, it's strange that he has not been invited to Black Scripture. According to his fighting power, he was equal to the adamantite adventurers.
Choosing a soldier for his squad, he personally taught them how to master the sword, and they in turn became his personal Squad, which has greater loyalty to it than to the higher command. And although in the future this can bring many possible problems. Now he perfectly fulfills his task and thinking about him in such a way would be extremely disrespectful.
"It's just that there are very few such poorly protected settlements. And if we continue our mission, then we will need many more people to destroy the well-fortified places of the enemy. We think that if we at least double the total number of suppress detachment, this will be quite possible for us. Otherwise, we will have terrible losses among people."
"Yes, everything is correct. But as I told you, these Cardinals are terrified by the enormous power of Sorcerer Kingdom. And they do not want to give me additional military forces. And taking people out of the main defensive unit can be extremely risky. In addition…"
In addition, he already many times asked for additional support. Or at least give him under the command of one of Six Scriptures. Previously, he actively collaborated with Sunlight Scripture, but after their destruction, they were not given out their replacement him. And he perfectly understood why. The remaining 5 Scriptures were very busy with their tasks, about which, in truth, nothing is known. Also, due to a possible attack from the Sorcerer Kingdom and the terrible situation at Dragon Kingdom, all military reserves were very busy. And even realizing all this, he many times asked for additional soldiers. And every time he sighed heavily, receiving a negative answer.
But even so, for the sake of the Six Great Gods who saved the once dying mankind, he proudly tried to fulfill his duty.
Pondering all this, the heavy load again fell on his shoulders, but remembering the waiting elf, he suppressed the urge to lick his lips. Being a race that lives much longer than people, though with a broken will, they remained very beautiful. He was looking forward to her, but now it had to wait. And looking sternly at the captains present, he heavily said:
"Enough about this, we must wait for the return of all the units and the very captain Medrid. And there, with new information from scouts, we'll talk about future plans. Now other questions..."
"Ah ... How boring. We stand here as I do not know who. So, that we were only recently transferred here, could have been more interested in finding the work." Yawning, said one of the guards of the gate leading to the Immense Desert.
"Yes, but still, although boring, but someone must do this, and this time it's us." The second replied.
"But here nothing happens at all. Well, at least not under the scorching sun, we stand. But honestly, I do not think there is such a stupid orc to try to attack us. This is our main base, unsurpassed Bitler! Try to storm such a fortified base, it's like going to suicide"
"Maybe so, but now our Bitler is not the same as before. Due to problems on other places, our garrison is not even fully replenished. Although the walls are very strong, if they take us seriously, I do not think that we will win."
"Oh, come on. These demi-human, are too stupid to unite. While they are gnawing among themselves, we do not have to worry about anything."
"It is true, but you heard that a new force appeared among them. If he can unite them, then even it will be extremely difficult for us."
"May be. Or maybe not. Hmm ... look, watchman from the tower is running here. What happened there?"
"Without a clue, like everything was quiet, there was no alarm. What happened then? See how he is running."
Running to the guards, the sentinel furiously said:
"You two, what the damn are you doing here?! Are you completely crazy?"
"Greetings! We are all quiet here, why are you in such a hurry and are so rude to us talking?"
"Yes, that's why!"
Furiously saying, he pointed to the desert side. Looking closer they saw a rider, a scout dressed in standard scout clothes in Slane Theocracy. After noticing them, he shook his hand slightly in the welcome sign and, swinging, collapsed from the horse to the ground. Judging by his appearance, and the sight of his horse, they were heavily exhausted by the long journey.
"I have healing magic, so I'll rush to him quickly. And for now, call the medics and get ready to receive the guest. Judging by the badge, he is from a special reconnaissance squad. We cannot lose it! I only know the 2nd level of healing spells, so I can only provide the first necessary help. Faster!"
After drinking 7 hours ago the last bottle of water and having given the last to horse, he rushed as fast as possible to the main military base - Bitler. This block of the post was very similar to the city of the Kingdom of E-Rantel. But at the same time, Bitler was much more armed and protected. In principle, it was not surprising because civilians not lived here, but soldiers, well-trained soldiers, each of which was at least equal to the knight of the Empire. Containing at least most 20 thousand people, now it was inhabited by just over 15 thousand, if you count both soldiers and service personnel who help support the fortress in working order. But even so, these forces should be more than enough, especially with the information that he carries. This can completely reverse the course of the entire military company that is being conducted here.
Because of the extreme fatigue, malnutrition and lack of sleep, he too late noticed how people began to swarm on the walls, noticing him. And waving his arm lightly, he fell to the ground, walking into the gentle embrace of unconsciousness. He arrived. I did it! It remains only to bring the information to the Commander, and everything will be over. And if Captain Medrid takes over, maybe they can do away with the Elf King, and with this damn desert, and with the sinful Sorcerer Kingdom...
Sharply rising, Farello took a deep breath.
"Oh, everything is fine, it was just a bad dream." Tears were accumulating in the corners of his eyes. "I'm here, safe. Everything is fine."
However, even trying to calm himself, he could not restrain the feelings boiling inside him, and tears streamed down his small childish face. In a dream, he saw really terrible things. He saw how a huge number of people were killed, as in a slaughterhouse, without any chance of life. He felt a strong fear that came from them, and what was more terrible, all this was as in real life. He stood as if by his side and watched people die. He sobbed, he wept bitterly. Tears streamed from his once beautiful eyes. He saw how they wanted to live, they tried to survive, but almost all died. He was scared, very scared. It was the real horror of what he saw. And he sobbed bitterly, trying not to wake anyone, he was crying under an old partially holey blanket. He did not want such terrible things to happen. But the world was cruel, very cruel. And knowing all this, he weeps, in the hope that someday these nightmares would end.
