Chapter IV : Breaking.
Its been 2 months since the attack of the king and the preparations were already done on both sides. But none tried to make the first move. It became a game of patience. Neither of them had any information regarding the power and size of the enemy.
"You are grand warden! what are you waiting for?" Azazel seemed agitated, he was elected army chief few weeks ago but he couldn't direct his army. They had no direction so to say.
Silvexor was busy reading letters and replying them. He glanced once to see the irritated chief's face and resumed on pretending to be busy.
"You hear me? Our spies see unusual activity. Goblin towns have been deserted and the portals to travel to Ragnarok outskirts have been sealed from the other side.
He went on and on about this and that. Being the grand warden was getting tougher. Azazel tapped on the desk. Silvexor stirs out of his thoughts, " Ah, well to tell you the truth i don't want a war."
"Who likes a war like this?" said Azazel.
"Yes no one wants a war like this, but its hard to control the new generation of wizards! They are too egoistic and you want to add other troops?" Silvexor said. He had no reason to avoid his questions now. Its time to clear things out.
"I know its a big responsibility to be able to avoid heavy losses if they have an element of surprise. I did ask for the archers and barbarians. Only the elite classes would join us to increase our chance of winning." said Azazel. He wanted to convince the grand warden at any cost.
"Is there a list of elites that bless us with their support?" Silvexor places his hand forward, expecting a written list immediately.
Azazel lifts his hand and snaps his fingers, conjuring a white scroll in air. Silvexor grabs it & opens it -
We thank the continued trust and brotherly love among all factions that in the time of need we gladly help each other for war!
Paladin and Guardians with Assassins and Rangers are all we can spare for this war. Hope they execute their roles skillfully and help stop evil!
Your's dutiful,
Grand Chariot.
" Well, even the Grand Chariot is being a miser in sending his top elites!" said Azazel. He flared his nostrils and Silvexor wondered if he would turn into a dragon inside his room for a moment.
The angry army chief walks away cursing under his breath as the poor grand warden returns to his letters. On second thoughts, he left the remaining letters and decided to meet Exor.
The huge golem seated himself between two oak trees and looked on as the Barbarian/Archer reinforcements arrived. Guardians and Rangers were what they called themselves, one of the highest ranking barbarian and archer with a high IQ and various abilities uncommon to the lesser troop types.
Exor turns sideways "Oh its you."
Silvexor was surprised. "What did you mean by its me? Some one bothering you?"
"Yeah, your idiot army chief. Been askin' a lot of questions of this and that. Didn't want to show himself weaker than golems."
"Well, he's egoistic and is itching for war." Silvexor took a big sigh and leaned against the golem's body.
"I don't like him one bit. How did an idiot like him get to be a warden?"
"Beats me, he is good with words. He was eyeing for the grand wardens position, good thing father stepped in for it."
"And then you become the successor, makes sense."
"Whatever, i don't feel being cut out for this role"
Exor straightens himself, "Well give it some time, you are 2nd best hope after Daruis."
SOMEWHERE...
Short figures scurry around with determination. They were promised great powers, yes. They would do their masters bidding, yes.
A close look would give them away as goblins out cold. These tiny bodies were like devils children, more worse than gold hungry goblins.
They reach out into an opening amidst the dark trees they found what they were supposed to.
"It, it is huge!" one of the tiny mouths squeaked.
"Shush! Minion 1 you fool. Nobody wakes a deep sleeping super gia...
*PISH*
A hand lay on the ground where the minion stood before. The giant was disturbed from its slumber. How dare someone wake such dumb and dangerous creatures?
Well the minions didn't have the answer for it, maybe the could if they would miraculously survive the super giant that now stared at them.
3 times the strength of all the living giants/hulks/goliaths. These beasts are some of the oldest creatures after dragons and golems. As they age their brain power decreases to nothing. A perfect weapon for war.
Whatever was left of the leader minion, was now stuck to the beast's palm. The super giant slowly moves his body to get up, shaking the whole forest with him while doing so.
The other minions nervously head for the giant's hand that still rested on the floor and risked their short lives by climbing up to its forehead.
Before the giant could even "think" or probably realize it by any chance, thanks to his empty mind the minions had drawn various symbols on its forehead.
The minions, celebrating over their mission completion, completely ignored the 2nd palm falling on them.
The impact on its forehead didn't erase the symbols, but the poor minions. Tch.
What did the symbols meant? Some sort of fancy tattoo? No?
NEXT - Breaking the Good.
The big bad grand warden?