After giving the coffins of martyrs to their families, the kingdom celebrated for a whole night and almost everyone drank till they collapsed.
A servant ran towards the royal palace, panting in sweat, he reached. "Your majesties! your majesties!"
The royal family was there as if they were waiting for the guard.
"Yes, I am here, what's the news?" Asked Mirza.
"Your Highness, Supernova Aqsa Malani saw a martial master from Brownmane Empire floating around the stronghold city of Tyrre," the servant said.
"As expected, anything else." He asked
"No, your highness. That was all." He said and at the sa mont, another servant ca. "Your highness, Supernova Hubdar Sharpclaw has seen movents from Brownmane at the border of newly reclaid Drizzle city"
Mirza smiled. "Do not pay them any attention, they can not attack us now."
When everyone else ca back, Supernovas and Imperial Guards went to complete a task. A simple yet crucial task, they went and raised the flag of the Bloodfang kingdom in every city that has been conquered.
The news of Bloodfang's victory scattered around the continent, there was a reason behind it.
Brownmane's royal family had taken an oath to not attack the Bloodfang's territory for a certain period of ti. The flag represents the sovereignty, and if they had delayed a bit more, Brownmane would have claid those cities. But with the declaration of successful conquest, they could do nothing but grit their teeth to hide their ignorance.
A man calmly sat on a throne of gold and jewels, the throne was unique in structure, and multiple heads of different beastn were engraved in it. As if the throne was speaking that all these races whose heads you saw belong to the man of this throne.
"So, you are saying Bloodfang conquered 8 cities in a few days? And you couldn't respond in anti?" A tyrannic voice ca out of the mouth of the emperor on the throne. He was Bruce Brownmane, Emperor of the Brownmane Empire.
The man in front of him shivered, "I'm ashad... please, punish . Your greatness."
"Hahaha," Emperor laughed.
The man who was in attendance flinched.
"Interesting, very interesting. The defeated werewolf has regrown his fangs." Bruce smirked and continued. "Let us see how far you can climb, my dear friend Mirza, hahaha" the laughter echoed in the palace.
The following days were a hassle, unification of all races under the banner of Bloodfang was not simple, Mirza gave orders to cleave the heads of royal family mbers in public.
Each supernova was sent to a different city to settle the matters.
And then, with the help of surviving mbers of the coalition army. Mirza was able to calm the population by a large margin, no one was humiliated nor their properties were confiscated. A positive attitude started to build in the hearts of people.
In the royal castle, an individual was brought before the king, and Feroza and Ezra sat on each side of Mirza Zephyr.
That individual was Foid, his face was slightly swollen, and even after many days, he couldn't recover the facial features he had before he fought Feroza.
"Bearman Foid, you want to join Bloodfang?" Asked the King.
The bearman lowered his head and said in a light tone. "Yes, your highness."
Mirza furrowed his eyebrows "And why would we believe your words? You just betrayed Tribbain kingdom over your life, you can do the sa to Bloodfang in dire tis of danger."
"Your highness, I acted as a rcenary during the fight, I never accepted ulo as my liege. He promised a dutchy and we collaborated, that was all." Foid answered.
"Let's make this quick, take an oath that you will be a loyal subject of the Zephyr family and Bloodfang Kingdom. You will prioritize Bloodfang over your life and everything, either this or you can have your head executed." This ti, Ezra spoke.
Foid had already made up his mind, "I, Foid, the bastard of the bearman tribe, take the oath that I shall remain a loyal subject of the Bloodfang Kingdom and its Royal Family, their longevity will be the sole cause of my life."
~CRAACCLLE - CRAACCKLE~
The thunderclaps showed that the oath was genuine and accepted.
An oath is a big matter, it is approved by an unknown force of nature, present to balance the equilibrium. If anyone breaks an oath, he or she will be struck by heavenly bolts until they die.
"Very well, you are now an important asset of our kingdom." Mirza declared and Feroza smiled.
Foid bowed and said, "Thank you, your highness."
"You said, you are a bastard? How co beastman beca a bastard!" Asked curious Ezra.
Foid looked at the youth with defeated eyes. "I was born and raised in the empire of elves, Elfpatria. Because of the blessings of Mother Tree, I received a 5th-grade spirit at birth and fast growth.
But being a beastman, I was not accepted in their society. Leaving no choice other than going sowhere else, that's how I t ulo Jos of Tribbain."
Ezra's eyebrows twitched, "What is Mother Tree?" He asked in curiosity.
"The young prince is unaware?" Asked Foid in astonishnt.
"No, never heard or read about it." He replied.
"It's because it's forbidden to have records regarding the Mother Tree of elves. It's their sacred treasure, that's what I know." Feroza replied, the Canine Fists wandered in vast lands for duels and good opponents, as of worldly information outside the Bloodfang, no one could defeat Feroza in the entire Bloodfang.
"Hmm"
"It is an imitation ford from the fragnt of World Tree, Yggdrasil," Fenrir responded to Ezra's ponder.
"Yggdrasil? What is that Fenrir?"
Fenrir spoke again in detail. "Yggdrasil is the mythical ash tree that supported the Nine Realms of Norse, giving structure to the cosmos. It was the source of ultimate wisdom, where the god Odin sacrificed mightily to gain knowledge and power."
Ezra raised his eyebrows in awe and said. "I do not understand what you said, but for so reason, I get a gist of it."
Feroza spoke again, "Elves are the species who received highest grades of martial spirits than any other, because of the Mother Tree their growth receives a boost, the thick and wide forest created by the tree is filled with rich energy, highly suitable for cultivation and ditation, the ingredients found from the elven jungle are top notch as well."
"Haha..." Fenrir laughed.
"What now?" Ezra retorted.
"That tree doesn't have the 100th power of Yggdrasil, let alone world tree, it can not even be compared to the fragnts."
"Not even 100th of original, just what is Yggdrasil?" The prince's curiosity reached new heights.
"Sothing you can not comprehend right now. I might have the seed of a fragnt." Said Fenrir.
"What!" Ezra shouted.
"Mirza and Feroza gazed at the strange prince. "Is everything okay, grandson?" Asked the forr king.
"Yes, grandfather. I am just feeling a little off, you guys continue, I will be in my chambers." Ezra said as he left the room.
"Can we grow a fragnt of Yggdrasil in Bloodfang? Tell Fenrir?"
"Yes, but you need a gigantic area, bigger than the Red Sky city."
Ezra's eyes widened, "An area bigger than the capital city?" He pondered.
"I have a place in mind," Fenrir said and waited for Ezra's reaction as he smiled.
"You have! Where is that place, let's leave now."
"Sowhere in the middle of Sacred Grounds and Red Sky city."
Ezra understood and nodded, Sacred Grounds of werewolves are on the western side, almost at the edge of the Ocean. Because of the barren land, no one wanted to live there thus hundreds of miles of wasted land are present.
Ezra asked. "But, the land is devastated. No crop of plant has ever been able to grow there, except for the surrounding sacred grounds."
"That's not an issue, a fragnt only needs the land and a little bit of water and a strong energy that the fragnt recognizes as sothing omnipotent." Fenrir corrected.
"Then what are you waiting for? Let's go and grow that shit."
"Close your stinky mouth, you dimwitted mutt. If we grow now then all who are at the peak of the Qi Establishnt stage will breakthrough into the next stage."
"That won't do good, we need to join a sect. And I will only bring those with 5th-grade martial spirits, others will be dead weights to carry." Ezra said.
"That's a wise decision. You proved that you have a working brain as well." The monstrous wolf of Norse trolled.
~KNOCK KNOCK~
A sudden knocking on the door of Ezra's chambers, but the prince was aware of who was on the other side.
He opened the doors with a bright smile. "Father."
The father smiled back at the son. "I was a little worried, you see. You left in a haste, that was unlike you so I ca to check just in case."
"Thank you father, you can rest assured, your son is big and strong now." Ezra laughed.
Mirza dishevelled the hairs of Ezra. "No matter how strong you'll beco, you will always be my precious little son," said he.
Ezra grinned again, he looked at the face of his father, the old weary face of his father was gone but there was a certain long scar that never left.
"Does that still hurt, father?" Asked Ezra as he touched the scar on Mirza's face.
"Huh... no!" Mirza was shocked as well, this scar always tornted him. Both physically and ntally, but for a long ti, he never felt anything from it that he almost forgot he had a nasty scar.
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