Chapter 1013 The Drums Of War.
She truly thought that Ragnarok would accept her help. All he had to do was allow the will of the plane to invade his soul through his connection to it. His body would belong to the demon god while his soul would belong to the will of the plane. They would fight for his existence, and whoever wins will become his master.
Ragnarok has a very strong soul, or so she has heard from the fountain of life. His soul should be stronger than his body which will give the Will of the plane an advantage over the demon god So the Will of the plane should win if Ragnarok works with it and is cooperative. He will have to bind his existence to the plane in that case. It is the price to pay for his freedom.
He won't be a child of the plane like her and he won't gain any other benefits apart from his freedom from the demon god. It should be enough for him since he will be helping the plane. She thought it should have been enough. It turns out that she was wrong.
"Maybe I was being naive," she admitted.
Fenrir wisely chose to keep any agreement he has about that statement to himself. Rinoz eyed him suspiciously but he didn't say anything.
Then she declared, "He has refused my hand of assistance, and that's on him. His resistance is admirable, but we cannot risk him falling into the hands of the demon god. He will become a powerful force of darkness if that happens. So we will assault the devil's pit to kill him."
"Can he truly be killed?" Fenrir asked.
He has his doubts about the need to kill Ragnarok and Rinoz's main reason for doing so. He believes that she might be angry at him because of the rejection and might want to make Ragnarok regret it. He believes it is a better use of their time to attack the Vampires in general rather than a heavily fortified outpost.
But he can't say those things for fear of angering Rinoz. Instead, he asked about the possibility of killing an ancestral Vampire permanently. After all, very few of them have been successfully killed permanently.
"Don't worry. He is not a full ancestral Vampire yet. I can kill him permanently as long as I have the support of the Will of the plane."n).O()v/(e-(l./B-.I(.n
"Alright. If you're confident then it is okay. It is good to know that we are not going to waste our time trying to kill him."
Rinoz said confidently, "He and any other Vampire will surely die once I make my move. I am the bane of Vampires. I was crafted for this very purpose."
"What do you think he will do?" She asked Fenrir when he continued to remain silent.
"He will fight. That's for sure. He will fight to the bitter end. But he will also die honorably. That's what an Executioner is at the end of the day."
She nodded. "That will do. His death will still help me. Maybe I can get a tenth tail." She joked.
Fenrir shook his head at her joke. "A tenth tail is not possible. Nine is the limit. Ten is impossible."
"I know, old Fenrir. Learn to get a joke," she smiled and said. "We are at the cusp of war. I am so excited."
Fenrir smiled. "Ah yes. The drums of war have been beaten. The horns of adversity are blown. The Call has been made. It is going to be your first run. It is going to be quite a ride. The rush of energy will be such a wild torrent."
She nodded earnestly. "Yes. I can feel it. I can feel it rising within my body. It is calling to me. I want to run. I want to fight. I want to..."
Then she howled. Her howl reverberated through the air. It descended from the mountain top down to the Warrog settlement below and beyond. Several howls answered her call. They came from all over the plane, wherever the Warrogs were.
The Call has been made, and it is being answered. Active connections are forming between her and every Warrog that has answered the call. Even now, several Warrogs are rushing here to meet her. Those Warrogs have a bright star mark on their foreheads.
They are in their beast form too. They are faster in this form. They will be able to reach her quickly. The mark on their foreheads marks them as belonging to the Army of Emperor Rinoz, the child of the plane. They won't tire or break as they run until they meet her. The boosts and empowerment they get from her increase the closer they get to her. This boost is drawing them towards her.
They feel a thrill as they get closer to her. The star mark on their foreheads also shines brighter and shows them the way. They will be able to run both day and night without exhaustion. The connections also affect her. She feels closer to her people than ever before. She feels their wants and needs. She feels their joy and sadness.
Above all else, she feels their need for freedom. They want to let loose. They want to run with the wind. They want to run unrestricted all over the plane and they want to trample everything beneath their feet. It empowers her. It thrills her.
"We will ride for the devil's pit once the army has fully congregated and take it by ourselves. We will do what the wood elves couldn't do," she declared in her excitement. "We will run, and we will win."
"I hope we will win," Fenrir thought to himself. "I really hope so."
He can see that Rinoz is excited, and he understands why. It is not a fault to be excited. Her determination is also admirable. But taking the devil's pit is going to be very challenging. The wood elves haven't failed for no reason. Sure, the Warrogs will be empowered when they are in her army. But she can only boost them to the transcendent level at most. That is not nearly enough.
