Chapter 672: Entering Nethergrass (1/2)
During the night duties of the sentries stationed on the eastern walls of Nethergrass city, spots of torchlight suddenly popped out in the distance.
A group of travelers treaded the bloodstained road leading to the city as they passed through the scorched carcasses that piled like mountains on either side of the black road.
These mountains of carcasses were not inferior in size to the ones that buried the Desolate Crow Clan.
However, they were not scorched by ordinary flames.
As the group made their way through the cleared path on the road, the slight tremors of their movements quickly caused several scorched carcasses to crumple into black ashes.
”Stop! Why have you come to Nethergrass City at this hour? State your business here, travelers!” a sentry demanded firmly.
”We've come as messengers of Lord Balzacs, here to deliver good news to His Highness, the Second Prince, from the Desolate Crow Clan!” Lord Jorn hollered back clearly for the sentries to hear.
”Messengers?” the sentry muttered with surprise.
However, it did not take long before the sentry frowned with doubt and barked, ”Why are there so many of you?! His Highness does not require the service of so many messengers!”
”That is exactly the good news we bring! These are some of the fine warriors of the Desolate Crow Clan, here to assist His Highness's rights to the throne!” Lord Jorn shouted before adding, ”Lord Balzacs had tasked me to deliver them to the Second Prince after their submission!”
”Oh? Is that so?” the sentry exclaimed before nodded with pleasant surprise, ”That is indeed good news. The Second Prince will definitely be delighted to hear it.”
”Alright, open the gates! Let them through!”
The sentries were quickly convinced with a few words before the Desolate Crow Clan's group were permitted entry to the city.
Shortly after, the sentry gradually made his way down the wall and patted Lord Jorn on the shoulders pleasantly.
”It's great that you have joined us. We will soon be fighting as brothers together for a just cause,” the sentry spoke before he suddenly creased his brows and asked, ”What happened to the last messenger? Why are you the messenger this time?”
”The last messenger is dead,” Lord Jorn stated honestly and calmly as if he was just stating a matter of fact that had nothing to do with him.
However, the last messenger was indeed killed by him when the person arrived shortly after the Desolate Crow Clan began their rebuilding process.
Nevertheless, the news of the dead messenger came as a shock to the sentry as he immediately retreated a step with surprise and alarm.
”What?” the sentry exclaimed before asking with an inquisitive gaze, ”Why would the last messenger suddenly die? How did he die?”
”The last messenger died on a woman's stomach. He was too indulgent in his carnal desires and became careless enough to have a woman slip his throat in his sleep,” Lord Jorn bullshitted with a straight face.
”This, in turns, led to Lord Balzacs becoming enraged and slaughtered thousands of lives before the Desolate Crow Clan finally submitted due to fear.”
”Hahaha, is that right?” the sentry laughed heartily before he said with disdain, ”Since that is the case, that messenger deserved to die. But at least, there was meaning to his pathetic death.”
”Wait until the Desolate Crow Clan's Clan Leader and elders about their clan's submission. Oh, I am sure the look on their stubborn faces will be a lovely sight to see!”