novelzi Chapter 353 Training By Fire
Chapter 353 Training By Fire
He was wrong, so wrong, the tall one, who all knights and soldiers referred to, gave orders to his men the instant it was learned that only a single tribe resided on this small island, all spoke in a strange language to one another, simply hearing their words was enough to bring pain.
They were not simply there to kill them, first, they began by gathering everyone in one spot, surrounding from all sides, spears preventing any hope of running away, anyone that dared to resist, or even raise their voices was severely beaten for everyone to see, their twitching, bruised bodies thrown atop all.
A few cut down trees and tore down habitations, fashioned simple pillars, planting them into the ground, those who had previously opposed them, alongside the strongest men of the tribe, were taken from the mass, tightly tied in place, where they were set to experience their final anguish.
First, their leader ordered for some of the archers to step forward, raising his right hand straight up, palm and fingers aligned, they each knocked an arrow, the arrowtips were blunt, speaking words that the locals could understand.
"Liver" and so the archers all drew fire upon the liver, their aim was perfect, and so was their coordination, to prevent wasting any of their projectiles, they all let go of their bowstrings at slightly different timings, barely noticeable.
Each of them striking the skin and battering the organ below, none piercing.
The leader raised his hand once more, the archers stepping back, leaving place for others.
"Pancreas" the blunt arrows fell once more.@@@@
"Left kidney" and again.
"Right kidney" and again.
And again, and again, all organs were targeted, but the archers did not pull back with all of their strength, the arrows were not simply blunt, built to inflict as little damage as possible, well, little was all in perspective.
Not stopping there, twisting the neck around, and around, tying it into a knot, until finally, it gave in, ripping it off the shoulders, the head was thrown with the rest.
There were no one with any sort of strength in their bodies left to train upon, so it was now time for the rest, starting with the elders, one by one, they hung from trees, lined up, a soldiers pulling down on their legs to tighten the noose and make sure they could not, somehow, escape. Enjoy new tales from My Virtual Library Empire
The only old man left was the chief, self-proclaimed seer, his visions had not told him of the arrival of slaughterers.
Then, came the time for the young, the soldiers forced the women to dig a large pit, and then to bury their children, younger siblings and alike, even grabbing upon their hands on the shovels to strike those that attempted to climb out, there was no struggling against them.
Being the last one left, the women were directed to a home that had not been destroyed, forced inside, barricaded from the outside, bringing something out of satchels, the soldiers laid what looked like charcoal all around, throwing it on top of the roof.
Following this, they reached for something else, roundish objects with small ropes attached, within, something was moving, in unison, under the directive of their leader, they threw it at the habitation.
All erupting with a black flame, sparks of crimson, foetid green, pale silver and red flying all around as the makeshift bombs exploded, waves of ghostly and spectral air, a blinding light flashing for a brief instant, these bombs were still unstable, but worked nonetheless.
The black flame consumed the home and those within, their cries only serving as further fuel for it, their flesh, their minds, their souls, all that they were was burned away.
Although needing some refinements still, this was what he had aspired to create.
This was it, the flame that would be bestowed upon his legion.
Loimosfire, as his soldiers called it.