34 THE FIGHT BY THE LAKE 2 (1/2)
There are few weapons which have a sentience of its own. These weapons store enormous energy and are extremely difficult to control. It is said that these weapons have a spirit of their own, and as time passes they become more awakened and powerful. Examples of these weapons are the legendary weapons used by the Dragons, Druids, Devils and the Fairies, the Totems used by the Giants, and some of the Ritual Weapons used by the Beastmen and the Humans.
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Eastern Lake, Giant Continent.
Light dimmed and almost extinguished from the eye sockets of the skull in the totem in Tong's hand. The battlefield was frozen, and whenever a giant opened his mouth the expelled air would freeze, forming a small cloud of mist. Adding to the steam which was released from their bodies, the land was covered with layers of fog.
”Are you really crazy, Tong bastard ? Do you have to go this far, just for some collapsing large sized Barbarian tribe ?” Chief Fun asked.
The two Chiefs could not understand why Tong would go to such extent, even at the cost of losing his Totem's power. Even they, who were supposedly supporting the Barbarian Tun tribe just wanted to ride the wave and seek benefits. In reality, they didn't even know how the Barbarian Tun tribe looked like.
As the two Chiefs cursed they continued assaulting Tong, who took hits every once in a while. The frost had slowed down the Fu and Gu tribes and were brutally beaten up by the bloodthirsty soldiers of Desolate Han. Chief Fun and Chief Gun furrowed their brows as they watched this scene between their fights, and decided to end Tong by paying a price. But Tong had read their intentions beforehand and smiled as he used his beloved Totem for the last time.
Colored light blasted out from the three totems held by the Chiefs, and collided with each other. Tong's Totem let out a tragic cry as it's eye sockets brightened up for the last time, burning it's energy reserves completely which had been accumulated after decades of gathering of beliefs.
An astonishing explosion took place, and even the three Chiefs were blown away. The shock wave created damaged their internals as they were the closest to the explosion, and even the red berserkers and the Kamels who were far away immediately died.
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A loud explosion jolted Yi awake, and her eyes hurt as mud entered her eyes as soon as she opened them. She quickly rubbed her eyes and viewed the battlefield. There was a large crater a little far away from her, and she spotted Tong and the other Chiefs crawling away from the depression. The other Chiefs seemed to be cursing Tong as they crawled away. There was a trace of frost in the battlefield, and she could sense both heat and cold in the air.
She searched for a few comrades and found Madam Yao among them, who instructed her to help Chief Tong. Yi snorted internally but obliged, dragging the beaten up Chief harshly. Tong did not complain and only laughed. They gathered the remaining Kamels and marched towards their tribe, which was half a day away.
The army of four hundred was reduced to hundred, and no one had to guess that the future of their tribe was extremely weak. Perhaps, they would no longer be able to call their tribe as 'Desolate', and might have to serve other tribes.
Night descended, and they made a small campfire with the small branches they could find. The army had a gloomy atmosphere, and everyone was depressed when they saw their Chief's condition.
Tong was totally battered, with innumerable wounds all over his body. A majority of them were internal, meaning his condition was far worse that he looked. More importantly, there was a smell of death over him.
The small fire illuminated his face, and he called out softly, attracting the attention of the Han people.
”Yi...”
Yi was startled and annoyed at the attention she got and looked at the Chief. The Chief slowly moved his arm and took out a scroll as he said.
”This is the last.... hope for the tribe....”
His voice grew weaker and everyone including Yi became worried.
”Chief, please rest...”
”Yes Chief, we will have fine alcohol when we reach home...”
The voice discontinued as Tong weakly waved his hand. Yi took the scroll in his hand, and the Chief said : ”Yi shall be the next Chief....Madam Yao...”
The group was silent, and even Madam Yao took a few moments to respond.
”Don't worry, Chief. I shall guide her well.”