Free Web NovelAurora stood up. Her eyes were as indifferent as ever.
"Submission?"
Mac smiled. "Yes. As you may know, the Whitow Village is the largest village in all the wasteland. We have many villages under our control. Many men. Many powerful ice touched villagers. We have two hubdred and more Rank-2 beings."
Whitow actually only had more than 100 but Mac doubted that these peasants would know the difference.
Aurora stepped down the stairs and approached Mac. She walked slowly with authority. Mac's confidence wavered just because of her unchanged expression.
He stepped back instinctively. "What are you doing?"
"What do you think I'm doing?" Aurora said. "Walk with me, Mac of Whitow."
The two of them left the iced structure. Aurora and the ambassador walked among the Frine Villagers, the people that were busy running around working, hoping for a better tomorrow.
They stopped at the training facility. Where men and women of the Frine Village worked out in very minimal clothing.
Mac felt a chill on his spine watching them. Even in Withow Village, they wouldn't be this suicidal to work out in the snow.
"Men and women of Frine worked hard to make their home a better place. They worked for one common goal. To conquer this coldness once and for all. Each and every one of the villagers is a warrior of their own. They train in the snow. They eat hellbeast flesh. They drink hellbeast blood. They waste their blood and tear.
And you come here to tell me you want my submission?"
"Submission is a negative way to see it. I would say it's more like mutual beneficial. You give us a few people. You do as we say. And we'll make sure no one can mess with you."
Aurora smirked. An ice sword appeared in her hand as she pointed it at the Mac.
The other scouts reacted immediately. They conjured their own ice weapons. But the guards already pointed their blade at them, preventing them from interfere.
"You come to our door. You threaten our people with slavery. And you expect us to submit?" Aurora said.
"This is blasphemy. No one harms an ambassador."
Mater was watching everything from his room when everything was playing out.
'Hey! I saw this scene before in a movie!'
The fat cat possessed Aurora and took control of her body. The two Octagrams appeared in Aurora's eyes.
"This is blasphemy?" Aurora lowered her ice sword. "THIS IS FRINE!"
With unknown determination, Aurora kicked Mac in the chest, sending him flying into the tree. He died immediately.
The other scouts froze in fear. Even in Whitow, they never saw anyone that powerful.
"Kill them all. Leave only one alive. Someone need to tell the story."
"Yes, my queen!" The guards shouted and began to slaughter the scouts.
Only one was left alive and let go. He would be the one that would tell Whitow about what happened. The Village War would be coming soon.
A game for Mater and his servants. But it would be a challenge for the villagers and also an opportunity for them to grow.
The Whitow Village opened their gate. The scout fell on the snowy ground, bloody and tired. Aurora allowed him to leave but didn't allow him to be unscathed.
A Whitow Villager rushed to the scout and picked him up.
"Are you alright? What happened?" The villager said.
"The Frine Village... They killed Mac. They want war..."
The scout released his last breath. His head tilted to the side and his eyes lost their focus.
The Whitow Village was shock. More importantly, they were enraged. The ruler of the human wasteland had never been disrespected like this before.
They wanted to eradicate Frine.
Jace had faith in their new leaders. But he didn't have fate in winning against the Whitow Village at all. Not because he thought Mater would lose but because Mater said he wanted the Frine to fight on their own.
Jace grabbed his hair in a panic. They were inside the war room.
I can't lead our people into death. Death Ice and Living Flame helped us. But we are still weak Rank-1. How are we supposed to win?"
The fat cat stroked his whisker with a smirk. "Don't worry. We have weeks until then. That's plenty of times for me to make all of you into battle hardened warrior."
"Lord Warlock. I mean no disrespect. But how can a few weeks do this? I can barely train new warrior in these few weeks."
"Oh... Don't worry, Jace. I have already solved that for you."
The fat cat snapped its finger. Suddenly, a large portal appeared in the middle of the Frine Village.
"We don't have weeks, child. We have decades. And the Wilds needs some new blood for their war at the moment."
Jace gulped instinctively at the portal in front of him.
He might have underestimated his new master very much.
The elders of Frine quickly arranged for warriors to walk through the portal. They took turns to go inside.
In front of Jace's eyes, he saw Miriam went inside with a group of ice-touched villagers.
It was just an hour of lunch break for Jace. But when he returned, Miriam had also returned. She was now a battle hardened warrior with many scars on her body.
Jace had to spit out his drink when he saw her transformation.
"What the hell happened?" Jace said.
Miriam smiled brightly, "Just go in, Jace. You are already slower than most of us."
Finally, it was Jace's turn. He went inside the room and was met with unbelievable tame weather.
The cold and harsh environment of the Glacial Eternum was no more. Instead, it was the cool and humid air of the lush Everlasting Wilds. There was never snow here. Only green fields all years round.
And Jace arrived at the Dark Court. The force that Mater had created for himself within the world of the Fae.
"You're finally here, Jace."
His villagers and friends were there. They had already suited up for the new wave of war.
"You just stay behind this time, yeah? We will show you around once we return."
Jace watched as he former comrades left the Dark Court for war.
