Chapter 113: Genocide
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The elven fortress has been captured. The fire rises from the four corners of the fortress with elves hanging or cuffed with chains. The soldiers brandished their swords and led them in one big magic circle, gathering them one by one.
“Line them up, make they do not try anything. The elves will pay for their sins today and we will let their abominable existence live on any longer.”
The humans won this day. No amount of mercy was left on their hearts. Only wishing the purge of the elves and erasing their existence from the face of the world. It was their right as the victors and now they are going to genocide them.
“Oh, mother tree please save our souls.”
“Let, the earth kiss us. Embrace your lowly servants.”
A priest of the elves said with a heartfelt sob, her arms embracing the poor sobbing children of the elves as the mages of the humans begin chanting the incantation to their magic. Their eyes full of hatred for the elves. Not even the little ones were spared for it is the chastisement of the Church to the Elves.
Such executions are being carried out everywhere in the home of the elves. The banner lords of the army have taken the castle of the elves. The king and the queen of the proud elven race were now hanging on their own balcony after the defeat.
The humans have laid siege to every territory of the elves like ants swarming a table of crumbs. The massive armed army along with their nefarious tactics allowed them to win the battle against the elves who did not expect the humans to be underhanded and clever in their battles.
In the siege, the casualty was less than expected. Now all those who are still breathing are now being hunted down by the hounds of the armies. Along with the hounds are knights of vigorous morale that would definitely succeed in bringing down the last of the elves.
Back to the elven capital, the mother tree was blooming red. A priest of the church of the Sun’s Crown offered prayers at the blooming red mother tree to appease it. This priest then casted a four-staged spell at the mother tree and there the illusion was cast.
This illusion brought the elves down to their knees. The ‘mother tree’ that they have loved abandoned them by turning back to normal. Red, was the color of anger. The blooms of red signified the feelings of the mother tree. And now that it turned back to being green despite the elves suffering made all of the long-ears suffer and despair because of the abandonment of their deity.
Hollowed eyes followed with spirits broken down to the mud. The elves in the capital were now lifeless as the humans slaughter them without any trace of mercy. The once proud capital of the elves was now flooding with blood. All men from the south were cheering as they lynched the original inhabitance.
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The flag of the Sun’s Crown now flaps and flutters on the gates of the elven fortress. The banners of the three banner lords now wave proudly. The men of the south held their heads high while ignoring their heartless actions. But are they truly heartless?
No, they merely believe that the elves were subhuman now, below them and unworthy of being recognized as humans or greater than humans. So right now the humans think they are merely killing bugs and monsters. Elves are monsters and the humans believe that they are merely killing monsters.
“Haul the ropes. Tied their necks tightly and make sure that there shall be no one left. We shall claim these lands as ours. The fertile lands shall be our new breadbasket and we shall engrave our history to these woodlands!”
A priest in robes shouted. His head held up high. His staff rose as he orders the soldiers to fasten the ropes to the elves who had lost their spirit. The priest gestured and all elves were left hanging down.
In the streets, there were carts rolling. Horses were looting the valuables on every shops and corner. The carts were filled with gold. And when some saw the currency they have. The soldiers wondered. The Bank of Brewrael had a presence here?
“Are they in cahoots?”
“Who knows?”
Two soldiers talked. Their eyes knitted and quietly fits of anger rises on their hearts. The soldiers didn’t have the mercy to anyone who allied or talk nicely to the elves or any humanoids before them.
The humans hauled the loot to a particular area located in the city. Loots and valuables will be used to compensate for the war cost. The cost of war was too high and the resources that were used was astronomical. Only by paying them the entire valuables that were found could this war ever be truly successful.
Indeed, the humans wanted the war for the purging of the elves. However, it didn’t mean that there were no nasty thoughts of profits. Merchants and bankers had supported the war for the profit. The cost of weapons and rations would make them rich and import them to other continents will raise the value of the currency of the land. Trade will flourish and the land captured will belong to the merchants who contributed.
They will their own piece of land. That was promised to them by the King of Altria. Their coffers will be filled and they will become noble landowners that would shape the land of the elves with their own hands. Some soldiers were informed about this. So when the carts were being partitioned by them. These carts will belong to the merchants and bankers that will have their own fill of the victory.
“SENA! SENA! SENA!”
In a long-winded street, a bloodied figure marched along with the soldiers. They marched behind Sena with grace and bold and a proud smile plastered on their lips. The lady they follow kept a stolid expression. Her golden hair fluttered, her gilded armor stained with blood shone.
She was heading to the elven palace to be greeted.