Conqeror

"Boom"

Fendrel looked at the Dragonborn plastered on the tree no longer breathing. Fendrel was panting and cuts all over his body. For him to kill the Dragonborn in the shortest time, he trades blow for blow.

Although the enemy can't threaten him, he still needs time to kill it, after all, he was still in Tier 2 realm, not a real Tier 3.

Fendrel doesn't even care about his injuries and dash towards the battlefield. It didn't take long for him to arrive, and what greeted him was corpses everywhere.

"BOOM"

A huge explosion reverberated, it was the magic canon, the system was done constructing the magic canon. He looked around and found out that, out of his 50+ soldiers only ten were alive and bȧrėly breathing.

Fendrel eyes condensed with a fierce light, in the next moment he jump in the middle of crowded enemies.

"BOOM"

Without a second thought, he uses the skill 'Bloody Whirlwind' and 'Dark Storm'.

All the enemies around were suċkėd in, they tried to control their bodies, but the suction was too strong.

"AHH!! HELP ME!!!"

Cries for help reverberated in the area, however, no one listens to those screams. Because everyone is busy trying to get away from the black tornado that was suċkɨnġ everyone to their deaths, like a gate of hell. Because anyone that got suċkėd inside of the black tornado became quiet.

Of course, no one was foolish to think that the victims were being teleported. Because of the broken parts of the body was clear evidence they were being torn apart.

"BOOM"

"BOOM"

"BOOM"...

Another round of explosions reverberated on the battlefield from the magic canon, adding despair to the enemies.

After some time the battlefield calms down. Out of the one thousand enemies, only two hundred monsters manage to flee.

"All hail Your Majesty!!!" A survivor barbarian cries out atop of her lungs.

"All hail Your Majesty!!!"....

Even though they were the only ones that managed to survive, their war cry still managed to pierce the sky, declaring their victory.

Fendrel orders the remaining soldiers to clean the area and burn the corpses. After all that, Fendrel gets inside the village. Romarod approach him and cast a healing spell on him, then ordered the acolytes to heal the remaining soldiers.

Romarod quietly follows Fendrel in the back, perceiving the heavy atmosphere on his Majesty.

This is the first time Fendrel lost so many soldiers, but surprisingly he was not that emotional as he thought he would be. But still, it's making his mood sour. Abruptly he stopped and looked back.

"Romarod, you said that you already have a spell that can break the curse in the Harpies." He asked.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Romarod reply respectfully.

"Then go and start curing them, it would be good if the Harpies are cured tomorrow. But if you feel like you can't do it, don't force yourself and take a break."

"As you wish, Your Majesty." A skeleton that doesn't usually feel any emotion, felt warm. He can tell that His Majesty, truly cares for his subjects, which is rare.

Romarod's fire of life in his eye socket fluctuated, but it stabilizes shortly after like nothing happens. He then bade goodbye, and go to the prison.

As for Fendrel, he continued walking toward his house, where delicious food waiting for him.