Chapter 114: Just in Time (1/2)

Harik stared at the muddy ground as his feet carried him forward. His hands were bound tightly and tied to the next prisoner behind him. Every warrior from Eraldsfen that had survived the raids was there. 'Why can't they just accept that the gods have returned! It's foolish to oppose them!' Harik's body trembled in rage as the freezing rain lashed at his skin.

There was no way to escape as they trundled through Korden's gate to the sound of the citizens cheering. The Jarl's warriors around him cheered in response as they waved. Harik's eyes drifted up to glance at the faces by the side of the road. But his expression froze. His eyes had landed on a man in a thick cloak walking towards them, holding out a drinking horn full of mead towards the warrior closest to him.

'Bjorn! What are you doing?' Harik glanced around as the warrior reached out to take the horn from Bjorn. However, before his hand could take hold of it, Bjorn dropped it and grabbed his wrist instead! in one swift movement, he jerked him forward as he drove a concealed dagger into the warrior's armpit, severing a major artery in the process.

”Now!” Bjorn roared as the cheering crowd suddenly revealed weapons and rushed the Jarl's men from all sides.

Archers appeared on the rooftops and aimed for those closest to the prisoners first. Dividing the battlefield in the process. With Harik and the other prisoners being in the centre of the group, this forced the Jarl's men to be forced into two halves as soon as they were surrounded. Leaving each group unable to support the other.

”Hold them off until the prisoners are free! Quick, bring the weapons!” Bjorn barked as he sliced at the ropes binding Harik.

”Bjorn! It's good to see you! But what's going on here?” Harik asked with a stern expression as someone passed him a sword and shield.

”This is Lord Exile's will. I'll explain when this is over, but if I were you I'd watch out for his oracle.” Bjorn chuckled as the sounds of battle rang out around them.

”Lady Ania!” A voice called out nearby, causing both men to glance in that direction.

Ania had pounced into the heart of the battle and thrust her spear through the heart of a warrior about to strike a deadly blow on one of Exile's followers. She roared at those around her to push on as she pulled her weapon back and blocked an axe with her shield. Her eyes were focused on the Jarl near the centre of the front group.

”Bjorn! What the hell is my daughter doing on the battlefield!” Harik growled as he grabbed the smaller man by the front of his leather coat and lifted him into the air.

”Meet Exile's oracle.” Bjorn sighed as he patted Harik's wrist.