Chapter VII: Confusion.
How do you stop a super giant that's 3 times a normal giant? No idea.
The golem stood there, helpless. If the super giant kept on its current route, it would reach Enchantima in a day.
It would take 3 days for any non flying transport. Exor was still recovering from the previous battle and didn't have enough stamina now.
Golems didn't feel pain, hunger, but Exor needed time to recover his energy. Splitting and reforming along with punching a Pekka costs a lot of energy.
He slowly resumes walking, as the super giant moves on ahead, now miles away and slowly fading in the darkness. A light purple light catches his eyes. He blinks and sees it, on the gigantic head. Something or someone was on its head. But why?
Exor sighed. Nearly 12 hours have passed since everything went down. Getting to Enchantima seemed impossible now. He needed to find help fast.
Thwack! Something hit the Golem's back and slid down on the grass. Exor turns around to face an injured healer, from the healing clan up South. The injured healer, picked herself up with a dizzy head, looks at the golem. "Oh thank goodness, finally the wizards! But, where's your beard?" The healer mumbled, pulling out a sealed envelope from her sling bag and extends it towards the golem.
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Perplexed, he takes it after which the healer lies down, probably losing consciousness. But how does he open it? Thanks to their huge hands without any fingers.
How he wished to sleep like other living things! A good sleep to forget all this madness and drift off in the ocean of dreams.
He takes the envelope and tucks it in between the spaces of his joints. It would stay safe until he could get someone to open it. He turns back at the healer / messenger, she was badly injured and in no way could wake up for a couple of hours. He picks her up and gently places her under a nearby oak tree.
He felt sorry he couldn't take her with him, for where he was headed, chances of his own survival looked slim.
Resuming his journey, he splits back into 4 golemites now for a more lighter and faster way for Enchantima.
Other than the sound of four boulders rolling on soft grass, there was something else 'running' along with the Exors.
A man in a red hood ran along side the rolling boulders. "Don't stop, we'll talk once we reach there." the hooded figure said. Exor remained silent, for he would have to stop rolling to talk properly.
"Can... I... Trust...? " he managed to say while rolling.
"Son...," the voice seemed familiar but distant, "... Lets just say I know your rune caster."
The four boulders stop abruptly by jumping off the ground and stood erect. Exor reverts back to full size.
"It can't be."
"Talk less, will you?" the red hood replied without facing him. "I need you to keep moving and have a clear mind to recover your strength fast, we are already late." he said.
"What are you exactly? " the golem demanded to know. So far no one seemed trustworthy. Except the healer, he thought.
"A wizard with cool friends" he said, turning to face the golem. He throws his head up, eye to eye. He had also covered half his face with a red cloth. "There's more than what meets the eye" he said in a grim tone "I'll reveal more when we manage to rent transport."
"Transport? " the golem believed he saw the wizards mouth grin widely under the mask.
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"There's a problem." the goblin brings down his monocular. "There's another guy to take care of. Seems like they are going after the giant."
The other goblin nods in affirmation and scribbles something down on a paper. Removing some fine blue powder from his pouch, he sprinkles it over the paper and rest over on the ground. The paper starts turning into liquid and falls on the powder on the ground. Slowly, the water turned paper with the powder burns in black flames and disappears.
Rhyzok startled, when liquid drips on his right hand. He turns his hand with palms up when he realizes what it was. The liquid that seemed to drip out of thin air on his palms slowly turned solid and back to its original form, paper.
Rhyzok glances and crumples it, burning it with his fist closed. " Two months." he mumbles. " Two months to wipe out the stupid wizards but still, one still remains!"
The prime minister was using a minion powered carriage instead of a magic portal straight to Enchantima. He didn't like the idea of popping up in the midst of chaos that his mist had caused. He he became more impatient as they neared the ruins of the great red hood colony of Enchantima.
The minion carriage hovered over the very place where Silvexor, the grand warden went berserk and attacked everyone. The ground was burned to kingdom come. Everyone died except a few strong wizards. Even the elite troopers sent by Grand Chariot also perished. The entire area still had wisps of purple smoke here and there, which was initially the purple thick mist that had corrupted every single being in the colony.
Rhyzok jumps down from the carriage, levitating a few inches of the ground before landing. His cloak blended with the burnt ground. His face, getting darker, with the excess dark elixir that flowed in his veins. He pulls down his hood and inhales deeply. "Ah! the smell of destruction, chaos, fear! Although its a pity only few are left to even 'begin' fearing. Its been ages since i ever got a chance to have some action!"
He motions his assistants to look around for survivors. He himself went along and checked over the corpses of the fallen wizards and elite troopers. From the corner of his eye, he notices a white figure leaning on a tree and falls down.
Rhyzok rushes to the figure. Taking a closer look, he saw the injured white warden. Smiling, he waves his hands which lifts the warden a few inches off the ground and turns him face to face. The wardens body seemed to be bound by invisible shackles in the air.
The warden's eyes rise to meet his. "Ba..Bastard!" the warden could barely breath. "Tch, tch! Calm down whitey. It looks like you have survived my first test! Which makes you eligible to join the legion of my slaves."
"Wha~" the warlock releases the warden who falls flat on the surface, knocking him out. " Get this one and place him in the mist cage." he commands the assistants.
Rhyzok's eyes hungrily searched for the strongest survivor. He could sense the power throbbing like a heart beat. Among all the debris of the buildings where the wardens stay was a bright read cloak, the person wearing the cloak was in a trance, staring at the sky with his mouth open. He occasionally mumbled some unintelligible words and lean left or right.
When he sensed someone nearing him, he snapped out of the trance. His eyes glowed all white, he growled at the stranger and short bolts of lightning at him.
The stranger, none other than Rhyzok, deflects the bolts with a swift action with hands. The bolts weren't strong enough to hurt him. It took him a moment to notice the red cloak had fading stars printed over it.
It was the grand warden himself.
Rhyzok put up a smile while shooting fire balls at him. "So the corruption was a success after all."
Silvexor couldn't here anything, the mist had fogged his mind which resulted in just a plain mindless wizard with dangerous powers of mass destruction.
He lunged forward, going for close quarter combat. Rhyzok wasn't expecting this but he held up pretty well. A fist came straight for his face, which he flicked aside using the momentum. Silvexor moves forward with the momentum, missing the warlock entirely.
Rhyzok pulls at his cloak from behind and locks him with his arm around the latter's neck. "Quite barbaric for a grand warden eh? Well ~ oof!"
Silvexor wasn't listening to his chatter. While his arm tugged at his neck, he bashed his head straight to his. Staggering back, the warlock realized he should subdue him before talking, so he thrusts his hands forward and attempts to use his force to paralyze Silvexor like he did with the white warden earlier.
Silvexor slowed down for a moment, Rhyzok smirked.
Next moment, Silvexor burst into full speed, hitting the strongest punch a wizard could in the history of wizard boxing, if it ever existed.
The blow to the face threw the warlock back on the ground. His nose bleeding. "Umf! why you..argh!"
The warden sat on him and kept sending a barrage of punches down his face for a few seconds.
As Rhyzok started drifting from pain to unconsciousness, he saw a few minions come dash into Silvexor.
The barrage of punches stopped, but it did a good deal of damage to the warlock. The minions couldn't hold Silvexor back for long, but luckily for the warlock more goblins and other warlocks came to pick their fallen prime minister up.
The grand warden began charging a spell, the ground shook below. Every one froze, they could feel the air getting hot. The other warlocks knew the spell he would cast will kill all.
Silvexor rose his hand up, as a ball of fire grew bigger and bigger between his palms.
Thwack! A huge fist connected Silvexor full.
The spell dissolved in the air and the warden went flying across the ground, hitting rubble and debris.
All heads turn to their saviour.
"Prime Minister" Rhyzok jumped up on hearing the voice "..I believe your are here to conquer something, does indulging in magic duels count as conquering?"
"Y..your majesty!" Rhyzok was down on his knees.
To be continued )
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