The Crimson Magister Chapter 130: V3-C58: Chieftain Um’Am

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A beast, covered in crude leather, dragged the corpse of another elven woman. It was only recently that they had managed to create a camp near the heart of their enemies, yet it was not over. Their benefactors had warned them that they had to remain put and feed the dark pools. For what purposes, they did not know. However, it was due to their benefactor that they would at long last reclaim their ancestral land. “Dis’ was our land.” He grumbled, throwing an elven corpse onto the pile. The elves had stolen it from them, and now it was time to reclaim what belonged to them. And what was the price? Mere allegiance to a powerful entity. His tribe was not unfamiliar with submission to the gods or their servants, after all, it was their will that made them what they were. His steps were heavy, digging into the ground as he made his way toward a final elven corpse. The final spoil of the latest ambush. It was a shorter girl, whom he had assumed was the offspring of the previous one. Yet, he decided against feeding the black pool with this one. His stomach grumbled. He grabbed the leg and ripped it off. The fragrance of fresh elven meat invaded his nose before he dug his sharp teeth into the soft flesh of elven young. The blood dripped, staining his orange-striped fur. Soon. He grabbed a small black cube hanging around his neck and crushed it in his hand. The rot within began to spread, and he threw it onto the pile. The leg he had ripped off was only bones, so he threw it to the pile and grabbed the arm before chomping on it as the rot devoured the corpses. He finished the other limbs and threw rest of the girl into the pile. Soon, a black pool formed, its smell was disgusting, yet it only brought hope. “Chieftan.” A raspy voice reached him. He quickly snapped toward the voice. Who stood in front of him was a humanoid shrouded in darkest cloaks, their scrawny arm hidden in the sleeves of their clothing, and their face obscured, only a single illusory eye decorated the darkness within. Each word the man spoke made him fear for his own life, his instincts screamed. “Tis’ an honor, benefactor. The task is complete.” The cloaked figure did not speak, instead, it merely approached the pool. “Good, the great inquisitor shall reward you for the job. In two daylight cycles, your promised army shall arrive, and then you will lay waste to all your enemies,” He said, “this land will belong to your people, once more.” Chieftain grunted in approval and hit his chest. “I thank you, great benefactor. Dis’ was all your doin’.” “Mention it not, we have made all the preparations. You merely need to reclaim what is yours.” He spoke in a monotone voice, his gaze focused on the expanding pool of rot. With the final words, the benefactor disappeared, leaving nothing but a petal of twilight rose behind. The petal landed in his hand, its color was beautiful, black with a purple hue, resembling a night sky. Soon, a voice reached his keen ears.“Chieftan! The warriors are demanding to know when our assault will begin!” A growl resonated from within him. He stepped past the fellow warrior and ventured toward his tribesmen, gesturing for the warrior to follow him. The foliage separated before him, and he came face to face with a group of his berserkers. “Um’Am, when will we feast? We grow tired of eating occasional elf. We thirst for a grand feast! ” The chief towered over his berserkers, yet his respect for the warriors was great. They would be the ones who would put down their lives to reclaim what belonged to the great tribes. He growled. “The benefactor promised the army in two daylights. We must stay put until then, and then we will take what was ours.” “Tis’ for your own good that it is done, the elves are starting to get rare, and most are given to you to conduct the ritual. We are growing hungry, Chieftain.” The chieftain’s tail swayed, “The hunting party will return soon. They will bring you your food. We do not need to feed the pools anymore.” The ber