Building a Kingdom and Conquering the World - Chapter 35

Fall of Juriel
Henry’s soldiers swarmed Icemit’s unpaved streets, killing every enemy that dared to fight back and making the snow filled streets run red with their blood. Fortunately, the city’s residents were all safely confined to their homes, having been ordered inside by the City Lord, avoiding getting caught in the massacre.

One of the most fearsome groups within Henry’s army were the soldiers who had received a Tribal Tattoos, accompanied by fifty barbarians. They had received the blood of Winter Orcs, granting them a strength beyond their limits. They were able to tackle multiple enemies at once and emerge victorious.

These troops were the first ones to climb the walls, being responsible for opening the way for the others. Their massive strength striking fear into the hearts of their opponents, one of the main components for the easy fall of the city into Henry’s hands. The soldiers were rapidly occupying the most strategic places in the city, including the barracks and the storehouse.

At the moment, Henry mounted on his Snowfire Horse, directing it towards the Icemit Lord’s Castle. Every movement caused him to feel a piercing being throughout his whole body and a deep headache to assault his brain, but he managed to stay conscious, a great contrast from the last time he forcefully activated the Second Form.

“I can rest another time” – Henry murmured, trying his best to stabilize his position on the horse – “The only thing left is to get that bastard and take back the city.”

-x-

The Lord of Icemit, former Baron of Stahl, Juriel, was in a frenzy as he hoarded as much gold as he could lay his fat hands on. His eyes were wild with fear, as the sounds of war outside were slowly fading off, meaning that his captors would soon be here.

“They’re coming for me!” – He muttered frantically to himself, his hands shaking, which resulted in a few gold pieces to fall on the ground.

Jurel was ready to run away. His wife and children had already been safely transported to the Central Regions a couple of months ago, but he choose to stay a bit longer, greedily trying to swallow more of the people’s wealth before running away. Now, he realized how dumb his greed was.

“This should be enough to buy me a one-way ticket on the Teleportation Portal and also a ride towards there” – The Lord said, looking at all the expensive things in his hands. – “I just need to get to the hidden tunnels.”

The lord desperately run towards his throne, but his greed took the best of him as he grabbed more treasures on his way, increasing the load in his hands. When he got to the room, the cries outside the castle had already ended a while ago, making him desperate, but his heavy and unfit body didn’t allow him to go faster.

Breathing hard, Juriel had finally reached the throne room and swiftly kicked the wooden chair, revealing a staircase under it.

“Just you wait and see, I will come back” – He muttered coldly, revealing a deep killing intent.

However, when he was about to step on the stairs and descend towards the secret tunnel, a cold and metallic feeling pressed against his neck, threatening to behead him if he gave another step.

“Look who we got here!” – Henry’s playful voice sounded not far away from him – “Why are you in such a hurry?”

“I am fucked!” – This was the first thought that crossed his mind as he looked helplessly to his hands, towards the gold. He shouldn’t have been so greedy, he already had enough things to pay for the transportation.

“I have some funny questions about you and your actions in these last few months” – Henry’s voice continued to have a cold but playful tone – “Luther here will take good care of this small conversation, right?”

“Yes, my liege!” – Luther’s voice was full of killing intent.

-x-

The war was over and Icemit fell into Henry’s hand. Jurel was in the city’s prison, being slowly interrogated by Luther. At this point, he should have already lost a few fingers or another part of his body. Henry wanted to know everything about the betrayal and for that he didn’t mind using unorthodox methods that went against his morals.

Henry was sitting on the throne room, reading through the reports about Icemit, deciding what he had to do about this city.