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Arc I


Chapter 1.3


Earlier….

"So what do you plan to do Jericho? You know, when the war ends?" Khairn asked him

"I….haven't thought much about it, to be honest," Jericho admitted. "But...I was thinking of maybe heading out to sea"

"You want to be a pirate?" Asger questioned, smirking.

"No! Move country! I was thinking of moving to Ravenna. Heard that they're preparing for war against their neighbor"

"Ravenna and Alexandria are going at it again? Haven't they learned their lesson from their past conflicts?"

"Unfortunately, they haven't"

"What about you Asger? What do you want to do after the war?"

"I was planning on going to Massari. Was thinking of maybe spending the rest of my life there on the beaches"

"And what die there?" Khairn commented "That's quite sad"

"Shut it Khairn, as if you'd have a better option than I have"

"Well, I was going to settle in Rad. Gonna open up a bakery there"

"Pfft! Hahaha!" Jericho couldn't help but contain his laughter "The great and fearful Khairn! Becoming a Baker? I can't imagine that happening!"

"S-shut up Jericho!" Khairn growled

"I thought you'd maybe go down south and find someplace in the other kingdom's army or something? What's with this decision?"

"If you haven't known, Jericho" Balthazar decided to speak "But Khairn just happen to have been dating someone in Rad for a while now"

"HUH!?" Nearly everyone stared at Khairn "For real!?"

"Shut your trap Balthazar or I'll use your skull to make a seat!" Khairn whispered.

Balthazar ignored his threat completely.

"Her names Luu Luu and they've been dating under our noses for a while. I only found out after accidentally meeting them inside an Inn"

"Luu Luu? Now, where have I heard of that name before" Asger mused to himself?

"Are you dense Asger! Luu Luu? As in Princess Knight Luu Luu! You bloody potato!" Jericho nearly screamed.

"EH!?" Asger also screamed. "You fucking with us here Balthazar!?"

"Ok! Fine! Me and Luu Luu have been dating for a while-!"

"-And out of all the people in this entire world you chose her, you fucking pedophile!"

"AM NOT! AND THAT'S RACIST!"

"Racist, but not inaccurate!" Jericho snarked

"FUCK OFF JERICHO!"

"YOU ARE IN DENIAL, YA SICK LIL MONKEY!" Asger yelled.

"Am-!"

"He hasn't responded back" Balthazar interrupted them.

"Are to-! Wait, what?" Khairn stopped his rant and glanced at the mage.

"Dexter. He's not responding to my messages"

"Maybe he's drunk?"

"Did you forget Asger?" Jericho spoke "He's not even an alcoholic"

"Did you try contacting his friend, Jacob?"

Balthazar nodded "Neither of them is answering back"

"Maybe he's just busy?" Asger said, whilst taking a sip from his mead.

"I know Dexter" Khairn spoke up. "He would always answer a message as quick as possible. Something just isn't right"

"...Hey guys?" Jericho spoke up. "Am I going blind? Or am I not the only one who's seeing lights in the distance?"

Jericho pointed out into the distance and everyone ceased their activities in order to look at where he was pointing at. As the Captain said, there were at least a few dimly faint lights glowing in the distance.

"They look like...torches?" Asger spoke.

"...Fuck I think they are!" Khairn exclaimed. "I think we're under attack!"

"Sound the alarm" Balthazar commanded "Man the walls. We all need to prepare for the assault"

"You guys doing alright?"

Everyone looked to see that some Black Dogs had joined them on the walls.

"The party's over, alert the others that we're under assault"

"Yeah it's over alright," One of the Black Dogs said with a certain edge in his voice.

Something definitely wasn't right.

Khairn's left hand gripped the dagger at his side.

"For you!" The Black Dog withdrew his dagger and attempted to stab Balthazar in the neck. However, Khairn was much quicker and swiftly draw out his own, slashing the dog's throat with a clean, bloody cut.

This unwittingly made the other Black Dogs draw out their own weapons, as did the Myrmidon warriors. Yet, Balthazar beat them all, by freezing them solid with an Ice spell before shattering them with his staff.

"That fuck did they try to do!?" Asger shouted

"They tried to kill us, you dumb-nut!" Khairn retorted. "I told you something isn't right!"

"Why the fuck would they do that!?"

Anymore questioning or retorts from Khairn were immediately stopped when everyone noticed a bright light flying high above the settlement.

"That's a signal arrow!" Jericho exclaimed. As the Captain said this, the small group of faint lights, expanded into the thousands.

"We're not only under attack but have been betrayed too!" Kharin growled in anger.

"Nero!" Asger realized. "He's with that bastard Volt!"

"Protecting Nero is our main objective!" Balthazar spoke, "We need to rescue him before anything happens to him!"

"But what about our troops?" Jericho questioned "Right now I bet they're finding themselves backstabbed by the Black Dogs"

"I'll go" Asger volunteered. "I'll alert everyone"

"Alright. Asger will go and alert everyone else. The rest of us will make our way to Nero"

"Alright! Now let's go kill some traitorous scum!" Khairn declared in anticipation.

"I'll hold them off for as long as I can with whoever I can pick up," Asger said "just hurry up the lot of you"

"Be careful brother"

Asger nodded. "You too Khairn"


Now...

The Black Dogs that were near breach quickly armed themselves, but ended up being run over by members of the Brutes of the Hound lead by Khairn. As they went into a beach-head formation both Jericho and Balthazar stood behind the line and followed them.

"Nero!" Jericho shouted, having been the first to spot him. The Captain quickly rushed over to him, cutting down any Black Dog that dared to stand in his way.

"How bad is it, Jericho?" Balthazar asked him, catching up. He then turned around to incinerate some Black Dogs with a Fireball.

"Not good. He's bleeding a lot, mostly from his chest and legs. I don't know if I can slow it down"

Nero suddenly coughed up blood when he tried to say something to Jericho.

"Don't. You need to only stay still"

"Any ideas Balth?" Khairn shouted, splitting a Black Dog's head in half. "Cause if not then Nero's gonna be dryer then the deserts!"

He lopped a Black Dog's hand off and delivered a strong punch to the face in succession. Before he could finish the man off he was tackled to the ground by two Black Dogs.

"I have" Balthazar responded, blasting a group of enemies away with a powerful gust of wind. He quickly pulled out a vial his pocket and handed it to Jericho. "Jengu mixture. Got it back when we were at Thorn. Get him to drink that"

"Alright" Jericho removed the cork plug from the vial and carefully had Nero drink its contents.

"*Cough!* *Cough!* Taste like shit!"

"Well, that's what everyone says when they drink it" Balthazar commented before going back to incinerating Black Dogs.

A sudden, familiar spike of magical energy caught Balthazar's attention, making him turn his head to see a Deka of Myrmidons be immolated by a powerful fire spell, leaving only their charred armor behind. The person responsible was a young man with light brown hair and green eyes. He wore a long dark purple cloak and held a spellbook in one of his hand.

"Kin" Balthazar growled under his breath.

He watched as said person immolated another Myrmidon Deka with another powerful fire spell. Just as he was going to cast a spell at another Deka, Balthazar quickly intervened; sending a gust of wind that sent Kin and a few nearby Black Dogs flying.

Unfortunately, they survived the impact.

Meanwhile, Khairn, having managed to remove the two Dogs off him was currently attempting to behead Byron with his ax.

"How could you betray us, Byron!? We trusted you! And treated you as our brother!"

"Things change" Byron responded calmly. He then smirked, "And besides, who wouldn't want to have free pussy every day?"

"Balthazar! Can you hear me!?"

"Akhoris" Balthazar responded through the mental link. "What's your status?"

"I'm currently with Asger sir. Black Dog forces along with their monsters have overrun our group at the old marketplace. We're pulling back what's left to the plaza"

"Damnation! How bad was it?"

"We're half a Syntagma left here sir. Meanwhile, Percival and two lochoi are surrounded and cut off at Baker Street, Ulfrik and his Regiment are trapped at the old manor, and what's left of our Silver Shields are making their last stand at the opposite side of town"

"It's worse than I originally thought," Balthazar thought grimly.

"We need to leave. Now!" The Mage shouted, getting Khairn and the others attention. "Before it's too late!"

"But how are we going to carry Nero?" Jericho questioned. "We can't just move him all the way like this"

"Loosen the straps on your Hoplon so that it'll stretch," Balthazar said. "Then place Nero on it and drag him"

"I don't know if Hoplons can be even used for-"

"It doesn't matter if so or not," Balthazar said "If it doesn't reach use rope instead. We need to regroup with Asger at the plaza before they're completely overrun!"

"Shit! Already!?" Khairn shouted as he blocked a sword swing from Byron.

Balthazar could only nod. "I'm afraid so"

"Alright! I got him!" Jericho said, hauling the hoplon behind him

"Don't drag him, carry him! He's not a sack of potatoes you know!"

"Fine! Harold! Help me out here!"

The Myrmidon known as Harold rushed over and helped Jericho with lifting the Hoplon.

"Alright let's go!" Balthazar commanded, sending another group of Black Dogs flying. The remaining Myrmidons quickly retreated back through the hole they came through.

"Khairn come on!" Balthazar shouted at him from the entrance. The Berserker could only growl, as his one chance of killing a certain traitor went out the window.

"Go on then, follow your friends to your deaths." Byron taunted

"Next time I see you, your head will be hanging from my waist as a trophy!" Khairn threatened.

He disengaged, but not before giving Byron a farewell gift.

A swift, hard and brutal kick to the balls.

"Try knocking up bitches now, fuckboy!" And with that done he quickly ran back to the others.

"After them!" Volt ordered the remaining Black Dogs in the room. "Do not let them escape with Nero alive!"


Elsewhere

Anarchy. Pandemonium. Chaos.

These words perfectly describe the situation that is the attack on Judas. Without a warning, the Black Dogs that the Myrmidons thought as friends turned on them. In the instance of their betrayal, approximately 35% of the Myrmidons fell victim.

The remaining percentage were quick to fight back against the Black Dogs. At first they had the upper hand with the guidance of Asger, Ulfrik and other veteran commanders. However, their advantage was soon stripped from them with the arrival of more enemy reinforcements.

Humans, Orcs, Beastmen, Ogres, Minotaurs, Cyclops and many more abominations poured through the broken gates into the fray. They were a tide of mass and muscle that swept through the battlefield; killing and butchering all those that stood in their way.

Under Asger's command, the other myrmidons and their regiments rallied to stand against the tide. A disciplined wall of interlocked shields and spears they were, but even their skill and discipline could not hold back the tides.

Lochoi of the Myrmidons and regiments like the Swords of Alaz, the Ferrucian Sentinels, the Mistwalkers all fell. Others like The Gargoyles were shot from the skies by masses of goblin and satyr archers.

It was a slaughterfest, and yet the Myrmidons would not fall easily and fought to the last. But, their enemies were limitless, theirs were not, and at it was only a matter of time until none were left.

This battle would be their last.

At the plaza, Asger and remnants of regiments such as the Crimson Sons, the Order of the Dragon and the Alcatraz Company, along with 3 Deka's of Myrmidon warriors were making their final stand.

"They're on their way!" Akhoris one of the soldiers shouted to Asger.

Asger knocked a satyr to the ground with a powerful punch before splitting its head in two with his ax.

"About time!" Asger shouted back with relief. He dodged an arrow from another satyr. Heaving his ax, he flung it with enough force to split the creature's upper body in half. "Cause this is getting tiring!"

All around him, those with him could be seen exerting the same tiredness as he was. Yet, they fought on, not letting their fatigue get the better of them. They had two missions; 1) to make sure that Nero gets out alive, and 2) Kill as many as these sons of bitches as possible.

Asger was knocked to the ground by a Tikbalang; a humanoid horse monster. The creature stabbed the warrior with its rustic blade, earning a cry of pain from the human. Before the creature could finish him off, a spear went through the horsemen's skull, .

"You ok?" Percival asked, running towards him.

"I'm fine" Asger responded, getting up with the help of Percival. He reached to his left shoulder and ripped the blade out with a grunt. "Hey...where's Octavia?"

"..."

"I'm sorry"

"It's not your fault" Percival replied. "Just...someone needs to die"

Asger nodded. "Yeah" He then noticed the Silver Shields that had joined with defending the plaza. Their numbers were no less than half a Lochoi "Is this all of the Silver Shields?"

"Unfortunately, yes. They got us good when they backstabbed us. So where the others?"

"They just got Nero out of the hornet's nest. They're on their way here"

"Well then, guess we're gonna make sure to remain alive when they come"

"That's the idea. Have the Silver Shields block off Almer's street. I'm going to block off Kyra's street" With that said, Asger made his way to where a mixed group of Myrmidon warriors and the Alcatraz Company were fighting near Kyra's street.

"Myrmidons! Form up!"

Those who weren't engaged in battle joined up with Asger as he himself picked up a Hoplon and Dory from a dead Myrmidon. Others, after finishing their opponents quickly followed the growing formation.

"Phalanx!"

With a single command, the Myrmidons in perfect sequence locked their shields together, their dories pointed out towards the approaching enemies.

"Give them nothing! But take from them, Everything!"

The lines clashed.

Meanwhile, Percival and his remaining Silver Shields, with some remaining sarissas, had them form a Pike Phalanx to counter the brunt of the beastmen charge. The Argyraspides held fast against the beastmen, who only ended spearing themselves through their sarissas. The beasts did not falter and pressed the attack.

"Stupid beasts only piking themselves!" muttered one of the Argyraspides. He thrust his sarissa forward, stabbing deep into a wereboar's gut.

"Push forward!" Percival commanded. An Argyraspides blew into a trumpet, while another holding a red banner moved it up and down. Both signaled the formation to move forward.

"Ei-is-I-ya! Ei-is-I-ya!" they chanted, pushing forward and bringing more beastmen to their deaths. Their chants were deafened by loud monstrous howls.

"Minotaurs!" an Argyraspides shouted, spotting the monstrous beasts at the end of the road.

"Fall back now!" Percival ordered.

4 Minotaurs came charging towards the retreating Silver Shield formation, for they knew that such beasts can't be stopped by a simple pikewall.

Five Silver Shields armed equipped with crossbows rushed in front of them. Aiming their weapons they unleashed a volley at the charging minotaurs but with no effect.

The Minotaurs soon reached the fleeing Silver Shields and began butchering and trampling many of them. Some of the Silver Shields attempted to fight back but found themselves either gorged, trampled or smacked aside by the unstoppable beasts.

One of the crossbowmen managed to place a well-placed shot into a Minotaur's head, sending it tumbling to the ground. Another Minotaur sent an already injured Silver Shield flying into the back of Percival, knocking the Captain to the ground.

Just as the minotaur was about to step on the Captain of the Silver Shields, a huge fireball collided with the monster, making the monster roar in pain.

"Percival!"

Percival looked up to see Balthazar running towards him.

"About time Balthazar!" Hel shouted, getting up. "And I thought I was a goner"

"Hold on let me take care of this" With that said, he breathed in deeply and exerted an icy cold breath freezing the minotaurs solid.

Crossbowmen quickly lined up and let loose a volley, shattering the ice statues into pieces.

"Where's Khairn?" Percival asked, only noticing Jericho with the Mage.

"He's gone to help Ulfrik. As for us, we need to get Nero out of here"

"If you're thinking of the front gates, no can do, it's all but overruned at this point"

"Shit" Jericho cursed. "Then what do we do?"

"What about the river?" Harold suggested

"Are you suggesting that we just dump Nero there?" Jericho asked the Cook.

"It's the only option that we have," The mage said. "We need to get Nero out of here, no matter the method"

"We can't just simply keep him on my hoplon and expect him to float safely to Thorn"

"Could we not make a raft out of wood or something?" Harold suggested, "Or maybe use a barrel?"

"That's what I was going to say," Jericho said.

"Alright, let's bring him to the river then. Thankfully the river also runs through the town"

"But what about Asger?" Percival asked. "He's still fighting"

"He'll hold out long enough for us to do our job" Balthazar assured him. "Now let's go"

They began to make their way to the river protected by the Silver Shields

Thus leaving Asger and the other myrmidon remnants to make their stand in the plaza.


Old Manor

This was where Ulfrik and his regiment; Ulfric's Wolf Kin had decided to stay for the one night. When the Black Dogs came to celebrate with them, he was reluctant to associate himself and his men with them. Reason being that being with them didn't bode well for the young heir of his tribe.

And his instincts screamed that he was right, after witnessing Black Dogs backstabbing Myrmidons of Skadi's Chosen as they feasted.

He and his kin charged out and a brutal brawl ensued between the two forces, with his regiment and other Myrmidons later joining them having the upper hand. But that all changed as the monsters came and Ulfrik signaled the retreat to the old manor.

The high walls that surround the manor and the spikes that were built on it prevented any enemy from attempting to climb over the wall. The single gate that leads to the manor became a choke point for Ulfrik and his regiment to defend.

So far, they were met with success after success, pushing back the enemy who came in waves. But for how long? He doesn't know. Hopefully, it would be enough for the others to arrive soon.

"They've stopped their attack!" A member of his regiment shouted.

"Stand fast!" Ulfrik ordered. "I have a bad feeling about this"

And right he was. From the horizon emerged a group of creatures that Ulfrik hoped he wouldn't see.

These creatures stood at a few inches taller than a troll, amphibious and humanoid in nature. They wore heavy plated armor and wielded weapons the same size as a normal man. The most defining feature of these creatures, however, was their one singular eye.

"Fimir"

"Aren't those creatures from your homeland, sir?" A Myrmidon asked

"Yes"

"...Can we stop them?"

A much larger Fimir suddenly made its way to the front of the group, wielding a large two-handed bludgeon weapon.

"No"

The Fimir warriors began to charge towards them. Knowing that they wouldn't be able to stop them, Ulfrik and his men tightened the shield wall formation. Prayers to the Goddess, Abyss and the Wolf God were muttered as the charging monsters came ever closer towards them.

Just as they were about to reach striking distance, a wall of iron suddenly appeared in front of them, stopping them in their tracks. This was followed by a rain of lightning that electrocuted the monsters, killing them all in one swoop.

"It's Balthazar!" someone shouted, seeing a familiar looking silhouette through the smoke.

"No" Ulfrik shook his head "Look"

From the ashes emerged the silhouette, who happens to be a member of the Crimson Sons and accompanying him was another particular member and 5 others.

"Khairn!"

"Sorry I'm late" Khairn apologized. "I had to deal with some pedophiles on the way here"

"Pedophiles?"

"...you don't want to know...sick fucks..."

"Ah shit" Ulfirk said as he glanced at a Crimson Son carrying a corpse over his arms.

"So where's everyone else?" He asked Khairn "Also where's the rest of your regiment?"

"A few are with Balthazar, everyone else though…"

The warrior looked down with empty eyes.

"I'm sorry Khairn..."

"Whatever, we need to get you out of here. You and your regiment stick with us and we'll get ya over the wall"

"What!? But what about-!?"

"It doesn't matter for us" Khairn shook his head "What matters is that you and Nero live to fight another day"

"But what about Luu-Luu?"

"..."

"How would she feel if you're no longer there for her?"

"...Shut up and let's get you out of here, Ulfrik"

"You haven't answered-"

"You going to babble more questions Ulfrik? Or do you want to prevent another war by returning home?"

"..."

"Grab your shit and let's go"

Ulfrik was left with no choice but to listen and follow Khairn. Together they made their way towards a section of the wall guarded by a Deka of Myrmidons.

"Through here" Khairn pointed to a decently large hole in the wall. "You should be able to sneak out through there, and no buts! Go now!"

With that said, Ulfrik and his Regiment began squeezing their way through the hole.

"Hey, you!" Khairn pointed to a random member of Ulfrik's regiment. "What's your name?"

"Ivan, sir"

"I need you to do me a favor" Khairn began. "Once you're out of here, ride to Rad and look for the Princess Knight commanding the Fortress. You know who she is, don't you?"

"Lady Luu-Luu right?"

"...yeah" Khairn nodded. He then handed Ivan a small pouch. "Give her this. She'll understand"

"Ok then" Ivan nodded. "I'll make sure it's delivered to her"

"Khairn! Enemies are heading this way!" Shouted a Myrmidon Archer on top of a tall building, getting his attention.

"What are we dealing with!?"

"Looks like Black Dogs intermixed with ghouls" Responded the Archer.

"There's still too many of Ulfrik's men getting through," said a Crimson Son by the name of Gamal.

"Can we block this path?" Khairn asked Gamal

"Sadly I'm out of mana"

Khairn sighed. "Guess we're going to have to keep them busy then" he heaved up his battle ax "Prepare for battle men, this will be our last"

After suffering casualties whilst fighting their way to the river, Balthazar, Percival, Jericho and as few as a Deka of Myrmidons and Silver Shields arrived at the river. Fasting together any pieces of wood that they could find they placed the roughly made raft into the water and seeing as it'll hold strong, placed Nero onto it.

"No..stop!" Nero shouted, however it came out weak. "As your Commander, I-"

"I know" Balthazar nodded. "You'll order us to stop and take you out of the raft"

"Ex-*Cough*-actly"

"We cannot do that sir" Balthazar shook his head. "You need to live. You need to live so that you can fight another day. To avenge us. This river doesn't flow to sea but the other way funny enough, so it'll take you straight to one of Thorn's towns on the river. Warn the other princesses, amass their armies and deliver vengeance upon the Black Dogs and their allies. We're counting on you"

Before Balthazar could push Nero's raft away, Nero grabbed a hold of Balthazar's arm.

"But...you won't live…"

"...I know" Balthazar smiled sadly. "But it's better that you survive than us"

And with that he let go, letting Nero's raft float adrift. The Commander attempted with one arm to paddle back to his men, but the currents were too strong and he quickly drifted away from their view.

"It sucks really" Harold sighed. "And I was hoping to open up my own restaurant in Ken when the war is over"

"Yeah, that's a shame." Jericho spoke. "Well, we're all not going to live to see the sunrise anyways"

"Well...at least can I say that it was a privilege fighting with those that I can call brother and sister?"

"It is a deep honor, Harold" Balthazar nodded. "Say your final prayers to what gods you believe in" He addressed his remainder of Myrmidons. "For tonight, we dine together in the halls of Heaven!"

*Cheers!*

The lines had broken long ago, caused by the doing of an Ogre that tore deep into the ranks of their formation. Although the Ogre was eventually taken care off, it prompted them to retreat back into the plaza.

Beset on all sides, the remainder under Asger's command were forced to make their last true stand as Black Dogs, Orcs, Goblins and other monstrosities assaulted their position.

No longer were the Silver Shields with them. Asger presumed that they must have pushed back their opponents...or were simply trampled to death given the amount of Silver Shield corpses that lay on the ground.

So this was it then?

This is how they'll die?

If he was going to die he might as well kill as many of these bastards as possible.

Asger bashed a Satyr in the face with his Hoplon before slamming his ax into his its skull. He then twirled around to bash his shield at a Black Dog, knocking him to the ground. Taking out his dagger he buried the weapon into the man's throat before taking it out and threw it into the skull of a Goblin.

Pulling his ax from the dead Satyr, he cleaved and cut through any enemy that tried to get close to him. As he fought, all around him, one by one, Myrmidon after Myrmidon were cut down and surrounded by the enemy.

Whilst cleaving a Black Dog's head in two, an arrow found its mark in Akhoris's throat killing the Crimson Son's Mage.

"Akhoris!" Shouted a Myrmidon.

"Goblins!" Shouted another

"Testudo!" Asger barked. The remainder of the Myrmidons quickly locked their shields together to form a dome. It held strong against the storm of arrows that bombarded them. The only people that the Goblins successfully killed were their own allies.

Such terrible accuracy, for such nasty and disgusting creatures.

Yet, the simple tactic of mass range units is but very effective.

Asger and company quickly disengaged from their formation and with himself at the front, they charged at the next incoming wave of enemies. Ghouls this time. Both forces crashed into one another, casualties for both sides already rising. However, these ghouls were more aggressive and numerous than their previous opponents and thus the Myrmidons quickly found themselves being overwhelmed and butchered.

Even as his brothers were slain around him, Asger still fought on. He swung his ax in an upwards motion, killing another ghoul that tried to swamp him. He then swiftly brought it down onto another; splitting its skull in two.

"Come on!" Asger roared, swinging his hoplon around, successfully bashing 3 ghouls away.

"Fucking flesh eaters! It's that all you got?!"

A ghoul managed to wrestle his Hoplon away as Asger continued to cleave and hack. Picking up another ax from a brutally killed Myrmidon, he hacked and slashed without stopping. A small mountain began to form under his feet as more and more ghouls threw themselves at him.

"I'm not afraid to die! You hear me! I'm not afraid! So come at me! COME AT ME!"

He killed, and killed, and killed, slaughtering as many as he could. His enemies did not back down and neither did he. Even as more and more joined in, Asger just kept killing. However it did not last, and as he cleaved the head of a Centaur off of its body, a ghoul managed to grab his back and bite his neck.

Asger screamed, but before he could throw the creature off another grabbed ahold of his leg, followed by another, and another till finally he was brought down by a swarm of ghouls.

The last thing he saw a ghoul reaching for his eyes

And thus, Asger Forsworn, died, killing many in the hundreds.


Arthur street

If Asger had slaughter in the hundreds, then Khairn slaughtered in the thousands.

He and his company confronted the enemy at Arthur street and leading the charge, they crashed into the enemy ranks. As the ghouls and Black Dogs crashed into their shield wall, khairn and his remaining Berserkers leaped over the shield wall and the slaughter began.

It wasn't long till the shield wall broke, and it didn't take long for the berserkers to begin to tire and yet they continued to fight on. Never yielding, never faltering, they fought with all they had. They knew from the start that they would not live to see the sunrise, and there is nothing they could do about it.

However, what they can do, is kill as many of these sons of bitches as possible.

Khairn cleaved, hacked, slashed and maimed at all who'd come at him. His once black armor became crimson red; stained by the blood of those he slaughtered. His Victims piled beneath him two or three at a time till a hill twice the size of Asger's hill formed.

An arrow suddenly found its mark on his shoulder, surprising the berserker for a bit. Dislodging his ax from a werebear's skull he flung it at the target, successfully striking a hobgoblin in the face.

He ran down towards his weapon, pulled it out, and swung hard at a charging centaur, killing it.

"Khairn!"

He looked up from his recent kill to see an all too familiar person walking towards him.

"Byron!"

The traitor made the first move, thrusting his spear forward, only for the berserker to sidestep. Khairn swung his ax at Byron, however, the traitor managed to raise his shield in time to block it.

Rather than removing his ax from Byron's shield, he grabbed the top of the shield, pulled it down to expose Byron's face and then headbutted him hard in the face.

Byron stumbled back in surprise but regained himself and charged the berserker.

Khairn's Axe collided with Byron's hoplon many times over, whilst Byron's spear was swatted away by Khairn's weapon.

It appeared that both would not let up in their fight, even whilst their warriors died around them.

The sound of shattering revealed that the blade of Khairn's great ax had finally broke from its wielder's mighty swings. This was the kind of opportunity that Byron waited for.

He took the advantage of Khairn's surprise; slamming his shield multiple times into the Berserker's face before driving the cold tip of his spear into his former brother's stomach.

"..."

"..."

"...Is that all you got? You fucking PANSY!"

Khairn swiftly grabbed the Traitor's spear and with his own strength, he snapped it in two. He then proceeded to deliver, swift, brutal punches to Byron's face, chest, and stomach. With each blow of his fist, he made Byron step back before finally with an uppercut, finally sent him onto a pile of corpses.

Growling, Khairn stomped towards the down Byron, picking up a halberd along the way.

"*Cough* *Cough* You think *Cough*" Byron coughed. "You think...with me dead that you'll survive? You won't even make it out of here"

"Me dead or alive doesn't matter, what matters to me is killing as many of you sons of bitches as possible" Khairn growled. He raised up the halberd with his two hands-.

*Schink!*

Only for a massive blade to pierce right through his chest.

Khairn dropped the halberd in shock and surprise.

"Now now, we can't have you kill one of my generals now, can we?" an all too familiar voice spoke behind the Berserker. Rage resurged back into Khairn.

"Damn you...Volt!"

Khairn attempted to reach behind him, to grab a hold of the Dog king so that he may squeeze the life out of him. However, he was well out of reach for the Berserker, and Volt pulled his blade out, letting Khairn collapse onto the ground.

"You look beaten up, Byron" Volt commented with a grin, offering a hand to the downed traitor

"Shut up" was Byron's response, accepting the hand. "So how goes their demise?"

"Going as planned. Once the remnants of the Myrmidons are gone then nothing can stop us from claiming what is rightfully ours"

"Good" Byron grinned. "I was getting tired of things around here"

"Now let us be off" With that said, Volt turned around and began to leave. Byron followed, but not before noticing something odd amongst the blood-soaked pavement. Upon further inspection, he found out that it was a small drawing; the drawing of a familiar face to the Traitor.

"..give….it...back!"

Byron glanced over at the dying Khairn, then at the picture of Luu-Luu, and was able to put two and two together.

"Never knew you had a girlfriend, Khairn, and I never knew that you were into children"

Khairn could only growl in anger at the insult.

Byron smirked darkly. "For what you did, i'll make you pay, and what better way than to make your woman nothing but my personal slut"

"I'll...kill you!...mark *Cough* my words!"

"Humph, whatever" and with that Byron left, leaving behind Khairn to die.

*Cough* *Cough* *Cough!*

Khairn coughed up blood before spitting it out. He was losing too much of it, and he knew that he wouldn't be alive much longer.

"Luu-Luu….I'm sorry"

He smiled sadly.

"But...I won't be able to...make it back for our anniversary"

And thus, Khairn Bloodaxe; son of Skarab Bloodaxe and proud member of the Myrmidons, died, without even saying his last goodbyes.

And thus they fell. One by one the remnants of the Myrmidons were slain. No one was spared, no one was given any mercy.

With their deaths, there was no one to stop them now. No opposing force that could rival nor stop the Black Dogs in their quest.


Nero

It had been hours of constant struggle.

After fighting the strong cold currents, Nero had managed to gain control of his raft. With his single arm he steered the hastefully made boat to the banks and with some success, managed to land on the shores of the banks.

Using what strength he had left, Nero crawled off the raft and onto dry ground. As he crawled, he felt himself losing consciousness. The exhaustion, combined with his injuries and blood loss was taking its toll on the Commander. He resisted, he fought to remain awake but after struggling he started to faint.

But before losing consciousness, he could have sworn that he saw something.

A small, brown impish looking creature and a short beard.

Well actually several, although they lacked said beard.

As his vision darkened, one of the tiny things came up right to his face, its yellow-puppy like eyes staring at him.

"...Masta?"


END

Military Units Structure (Before)

Deka: 16 men group. Lead by a Dekadoi

Lochoi: 128 men. Lead by a Lochagos

Syntagma: 6 Lochoi combined. 768 men lead by a Syntagmarach

Tagma: 12 Lochoi combined. 1,356 Lead by a Strategos

Legio: 6 Tagma combined. 8,000 men led by Nero.

I based the Unit Ranks on Ancient Macedonian Unit Ranks.

Ei-is-I-yo - Tried to get the wording for the Macedonian Chant from the Movie: Alexander. Hopefully, I got most of it accurate.

Argyraspides - Silver Shields

Regiments are between a single Lochoi and three Lochoi.

Ulfrik is the son of a powerful Chieftain from the Far North. His father would no doubt raze the entirety of the south, should he find out that his son was betrayed

Author's notes:

Hey guys! Sorry, this took long to release. Like I said; college work and soon enough a part-time job. Need to make money somehow, can't just sit around and do nothing now, can I?

I'd say this would be my last update for 2018 (Unless I write another Chapter, but with the assignments that I have, don't think I can). So yeah, this had been a year; transition to College, making new friends, them rewrites though…

Omg XD

Anyways, thanks for reading! If you have any questions, feel free to ask me and I'll answer each and everyone of them!