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    <span style="font-weight:400">Bertrand pov


    <span style="font-weight:400">Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Something wrong always happens. The sky was clear at dusk, where the fuck that sudden raine from. Something is clearly wrong here. Then my right arm twitched again. Fuck! There’s obviously some magic fuckery going on.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Faster!” I shouted. But the horse can’t go faster than this. They are already foaming at the mouth. Not to mention we are galloping in almost full darkness. Lighted only by the burning town far behind us and the torches that the other division ced that barely helps. All that is left is just to reach the second trap on the slope to Middenheim. Taurox roars pierce the night. Chilling my spine as just his own roar is magnitudes louder than the rest of his damned minotaurs. The sound of their stampeding hooves also getting closer.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What the fuck?” I thought my eyes were fooling me but a deer just entered the road. Its mouth is moving. My right hand twitch again.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Shoot that deer!” Imanded the hunter riding beside me. His attention snapped back at me from looking behind.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“FUCKIN SHOOT IT!” I Point at the deer. He pulls an arrow and shoots in one trained motion.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The arrows hit. Then the horses at the frontmost stopped, raising their legs and refusing to move. The horses at the back mmed straight into them, throwing their riders off, then falling to the ground. Those behind them slipped on and fell into the bodies of the fallen horses and men, one of the horsesnded on its front neck, breaking it entirely. The sound of breaking bones, men''s agonized cry, and the horses painful neighs are constant. The men who are lucky die first to a bad fall, the rest have their limbs broken by the fall or crushed under the weight of the fallen horses. Then Taurox and his minotaurs arrived.


    <span style="font-weight:400">—


    <span style="font-weight:400">Mgor cursed again. The skull of a priest of Taal turned into dust in his hands. If only that arrow didn’t kill that deer he used as a proxy there might be some of the human god’s divine energy left. That’s two he has sacrificed to indirectly help Taurox. But he calmed himself, once he got the skull from the golden daemon’s body he won’t need to worry about wasting skulls again.


    <span style="font-weight:400">He saw the rest of the human riders stomped and ughtered. As they should be. Then he cast his magic. To hide the brightly lit bonfire to lead Taurox attention to another trap. There’s already enough diversion as it is. Taurox finished butchering the survivors, looked around at his surroundings. Seeing nothing to kill and ughter, he continued west to his original destination. Mgor chuckled, then he took flight again. There is another beastmen he can convince to attack the golden daemon deep within Drakwald.


    <span style="font-weight:400">—


    <span style="font-weight:400">Back to Vriel


    <span style="font-weight:400">Exits her tent when she hears the explosion. The breeding orgy also mostly stopped.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Waaaah! Mother! Your Horn!” Lak screamed in horror when she saw my broken horn. All over the herdstone, all the beastmen''s heads snapped back to me. Many braying sounds echoed as the panic spread throughout the herd.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Enough!” My voice resounded to the entire herd. “It will regenerate, do not worry.” I briefly exined.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Kal! Send some scouts to investigate the explosion.” Imanded Kal before they could question me about the horn.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Kal too, breaks from his stupor, focuses back on the explosion and starts giving order and preparing the rest in case for battle.


    <span style="font-weight:400">There are only 3000 battle ready beastmen at the moment since a thousand already left along with Valeria. Whatever caused the explosion, I hope I am ready to face it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">—


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Taurox left!?” Markus said to himself in surprise. Even seeing with his own eyes, he still can’t believe it. The Brass bull and his minotaur tribe ignore the brightly lit bonfire that should have caught their attention. This is not the type of behavior it exhibits until now. What’s changed?


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Should we give chase, Huntmarshall?” His aide asked him from the side


    <span style="font-weight:400">Gripping his magical longbow, Markus thinks quickly on what to do. His n failed. The trap he and his men had prepared was now wasted. Graf Boris also will not help them if they give chase to Drakwald with the tension between the Ulrics and everyone else in Middenheim. Giving chase to Drakwald in utter darkness is also nothing short of a suicide. His men sacrifices…


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No. Look for the survivors!” He finally decided.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Light the signal. The n failed”


    <span style="font-weight:400">In Middenheim, Boris Todbringer saw the signal. His face crunched in disappointment and also weariness. This battle should have bought some time for the inquisition and also boosted the morale in Middenheim. Now he must return to listening to politics. Btedly he gave the order to disband the readied soldiers and knights. Groans of frustration, distinctly audible from the disbanding ranks.


    <span style="font-weight:400">There is also one more party that is frustrated. The Changeling, disguised as a Nornd merchant’s maid, is controlling herself to not show any sign of frustration. She senses the shadow magic used. Did the humans find out about his n? And therefore cast a shadow veil to steer Taurox elsewhere? That can’t be, if so the Huntmarshall and the Graf will not assemble their army as he expected. Some rogue party? Another one of the Deceiver’s schemes?


    <span style="font-weight:400">What’s clear is that her n is ruined. All that is left is for the Graf’s army to sally out and reinforce the Huntmarshall’s. Then when the army marches down the slopes, the pawns he has ced will stab the Ulrics’ with the ritual daggers he has prepared. Many will see high ranking Ulrics turned. The chaos will push many to the almost sheer fall beside the slopes, certain death for the heavily armored knights. The stupid humans will quickly point the me to, then there will be a civil war between the Sigmarites and the Ulrics. A perfect n, ruined seconds before itspletion. Then she felt a hand on her ass.


    "Aren''t you cold outside at night pet? I know I''m cold." <span style="font-weight:400">And of course the merchant she uses as a cover. The Changeling continue her act and moans when the merchant start using her many toys as usual.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Convincing her to stay in Middenheim longer is easy but her constant aneshi behavior is grating her patience. The only thing that made her worth keeping alive is her connection to the high ranking individuals in Middenheim. The Changeling then decided to stay for a bit longer. There is still a chance for her n to seed. Just need a few adjustments.
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