Kings of Unra

CHAPTER III: GRACE CITY (1)

CHAPTER III: GRACE CITY (1)

The woman drew her swords as she approached, throwing herself between the heights at her sister. Rita drew the sword of her voices, and it had three energies hovering over her. Quickly, she fought back against the swift, but ineffective attacks of her sister, and pushed back with the power of her sword. It was the most powerful weapon on the planet.

"It's nice to see you too, little sister!" Says the woman. You have not missed me?

"I'm nothing yours Abhir!" She says-. You are a f*****g disgrace!

The women intensified their battle. Bursts of fires and triangular versus circular spells began to probe the streets. The blows of the evil sorceress were shielded by the daggers of the woman, her power was fast concentrated, unique. The trunks of the trees exploded with the outbreak of the spells, and the energy took possession of the place.

Rita took cover behind one of them, and on the ground she raised a huge stone that she threw with her dark magic in the direction of her sister. Amara tried to place both arms to protect her face, and the stone slammed into her, splitting from the impact and pushing her away towards one of the interlocking trees.

"I don't understand why you're so mad at me," Rita exclaims. I did you a favor with Mihalis.

"Don't mention my son's name again!"

The women began to fight, the evil sorceress launched powerful and uncontrollable blasts of fire that completely devoured the aura of her sister. Amara, she was cornered, her sister was not even trying and her power was immeasurable. She was forced to hide in one of the logs, as her sister kept throwing purple fires at her.

–I used to find peace in you. Now look at you. Aggressive, furious, angry, hateful. This is not the Amara that had so exemplified the garbage of this kingdom, extinct, by the way.

"Do you think you are very smart? Look what you've done!" Are you insane!

–A genius I would say. And by the way, little sister, I told you. I warned you, and you didn't care. Now am I the bad one? That kingdom must have ceased to exist from the day it was born!

"How dare you say this!" Thanks to that laughing she is alive here now

"For what sister?" Look at us! Just look at us! Why did this kingdom arise? To witness the end? Look at us! These are the consequences of a poor, hypocritical, and treacherous reign. Look what we have to pay for the unconsciousness of the owners of this kingdom. Our parents have done things wrong, but don't worry, I'll put an end to this misery!

Bursts of purple and blue fires began to erupt from Rita's hands; in the shapes of giant fists. From the palm of her hands he launched large, thick blasts of fire that approached the area and devoured the green around them in evil darkness, while Amara tried to deflect and shield herself from the looming darkness.

From her hands the golden daughter sprouted several circular fires that counteracted Rita's dominating light. But Rita surprised from the bushes. She buried the sword of her voices, and thrust her quickly into the buried ground, she spoke some dark words from the Dragomar.

The sword crossed the ground, carving a gap between it. Earthly elevations began to collapse, and a small tremor was felt in the place. Amara climbed a mound, in the middle of the open window. Rita fell from the heights and began to battle her sister arm to arm, fist to fist.

Amara was trying to cut her younger sister, but she was faster, more agile, more focused. Her power was amazing, her concentration was immeasurable, she was perfect. Amara struggled with everything she could and it seemed that the princess of darkness was not even trying. Amara began to feel cornered.

Rita hit Amara on the abdomen of her, knocking the air out of her. Her silver daggers fell to the ground, and the only bare part of her armor was marked by the impure fist of the forest witch. Amara ceased, bending one of her knees.

-He was evil, sister-

-Shut up!

"He was evil!" Rita exclaims. What do you not see? I never wanted this for myself, I loved my father. Love my kingdom. But fate is inevitable. Destruction is your destiny. It is better for you to see me as evil incarnate, than to have had to see your son

"Silence Abhir!"

"Could you murder your son?" Were you going to be able to do this?

Amara tried to hit Rita, throwing fire spells at her to no avail that bounced them off her. Rita hits her again, and she falls to the ground.

Being on the ground, and trying to hold the foot of her younger sister, she detaches her from her hand and hits him with her leg, throwing her at the nearby trunk.

When she hits the log, the log falls apart; her green armor hits and snaps off her right side. Leaving the woman bleeding from her lower lip. And a gap in her head.

Rita slowly approaches him.

-Where do you think I got these?

Where Argonaeth stood, he went straight in. The other two parts were divided into horsemen, and on their fast ride on horseback the archers took advantage of the men who had positioned themselves on the walls to turn. The Sons of Salvation attacked from all sides, there was no escape.

The catapults once fulfilled their function of knocking down the main entrance, were positioned on the sides of the fortress, and with the cleaning of the men placed on top, they began to mercilessly throw thousands of large stones that began to explode the towers. and fortress walls. The outer part of the kingdom was rapidly dismantling.

At the same time, Argonaeth was leading along with hundreds of knights the internal attack of the kingdom. The nobles entered chambers, halls, hrereros, and defeated all men, without injuring any child or woman, according to the instructions of the New Colonel. This went along with the twelve leading knights, directly, to the palace of the kings. He entered safety and made his way alone, shooting down and attacking dozens of men at the same time.

They climbed the stairs, floor by floor, room by room, defeating all the vain knights, princes and dukes until they reached the enormous main chamber, where more than twenty-five men were located who protected the King. He alone attacked one by one walking towards the throne and the twelve knights behind were stunned. The King was completely perplexed and frightened, and when he saw its beautiful marble floors with gold and blue insignia and designs stained with red and full of his defeated men, he left the throne, under the small steps that led to it and leaned towards him. New Colonel, and the seven armed knights who came after him.

"Wait, I can give you what you want!"

"Your wealth means nothing to me, coward." Argon replied. "Be treated as what you are." A malefactor, a liar, a cheater and a thief.

Argon slapped the king from the outside of his hand, and he was knocked unconscious on the ground.

"Take him out of here." He said, "Along with all the princes and dukes of this palace." I'll take them all and they'll all be sentenced.

"It will be so, sir!"

Argon opened the huge sliding doors behind the throne. This gave access to a balcony where you could see the landscape of the entire kingdom. When he got to it, the kingdom was completely destroyed. The walls had fallen, the men were on the ground, the pilasters had collapsed, and when the sons of salvation saw the face of their Colonel on the heights of the palace, they shouted with joy and shock, as it symbolized their victory. .

From the balcony were parallel stairs that led out onto the kingdom grounds, and the Colonel began to slowly descend them. The entire army chanted his name. He raised his silver sword, given by his great friend, and in his mind he imagined the new great nation. The new palaces, the new temples, and everything he was going to build for his people.

A woman with her children approached the Colonel when he reached the surface. She looked fearful and tremendously nervous.

"Lord, have mercy on us," he said. Forgive us our lives, spare our lives my children.

"We don't want to be slaves sir!"

"Mercy, sir."

Argon then climbed through the rubble of the fallen pilasters, flapping his wine red hood. He buried his silver sword in the ground, raised his face, lowered the hood of his head and decided to exclaim a few words to the crumbling fiefdom.

"Sons of Glamdoer!" Argon exclaims. –Your unjust kings have fallen and for their actions you will be condemned to s*****y, but you will be free! You will be forgiven, and on behalf of my people, I offer you to come with us! Follow us to Anaís! Emigrate and embrace a new home! A fair and honest one! Fusing their extensive knowledge of philosophical, academic merchants, and blacksmithing and masonry techniques with our knowledge of nature, farming, fishing, and flour mills, we will build a great nation together. Join the movement. Join the formation of the new empire, the new kingdom, The Great Kingdom of Anaís.

Thus, merchants, blacksmiths, carpenters, builders, sculptors, and scholars decided to follow the path to the lands of the new nation. All the people of the kingdom, left the ruins of Glamdoer, and followed the Sons of Salvation. They all thanked Argon, for his compassion made them happy, and his vision filled them with hope in the new walk. He then arrived in Anaís, along with the exiles from Glamdoer. He enslaved the kings, and the people of his town received the immigrants harmoniously and humbly, thus unifying the two kingdoms of the Region, making it one. Argon then organized a banquet that day to celebrate, and on the, pr