CHAPTER 41 Slaughter

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His popularity, and greatness, especially among the smallfolk, reached the top.

The second event was when a huge event took place, at least huge in the eyes of Drake. It happened a year ago, when Drake was twelve.

His father, the mighty Steffon Baratheon, hosted a tournament in Storm's End. Drake wanted to participate at least to change the match where Steffon got defeated at the hands of the sissy boy, Rhaegar. What would the people say when the father of the mighty stag was defeated by a  boy. This would be embarrassing, how in hell would he be able to face the people?

When he sent for his father to ask for his permission to return to participate, his father opposed him and said he should do his duties in the Eyrie.

Drake was annoyed by what his father said but decided not to continue on this topic. But to do that, he asked another thing from his father, which was to allow him to take part in the Anniversary Tourney.

As the Anniversary Tourney would be held at the end of this year, it was one of the biggest events that would be held by Lord Tywin Lannister, the Hand of the King.

The tourney to celebrate the tenth year of King Aerys II Targaryen's reign and because it was such a big event. It was announced six months before it even started to call people, even from the free cities.

As it was an important event and he wanted to leave his impression on the great house for the ladies.

First, his father outright denied it, saying it was too dangerous and that many people, even from outside the Westrose, would be going to take part in it, and it would be more of a death arena than a tournament.

As prices were very high, the winner got his weight in gold, jewels, gems, a big property castle, and even a Valyrian steel sword and became a knight in the kingdoms, which is a pretty big deal and  comes with more money and respect. So with the price alone, they can settle down with their lives and become a small lord. giving themselves and their offspring a wonderful life, and talented ones could even make money with it.

So it shouldn't need to be said that people are going to do everything to win this, trying every dirty trick they have up their sleeves. And they won't give up easily when they know this can change their lives. They will fight to their last breath.

So it is pretty much a Roman Colosseum, besides the fact that people are going to use poison in it, and the price is not just freedom but an amazing life for the rest of their lives.

So only a few lords are going to send someone from their family to take part in it, and even these are also those lords who want to get rid of some incapability in their families.

It would be one of the most honourable reasons to go out fighting for your family, so it would be good for both sides. Or someone who is overconfident in the talents of their sons and brothers.

So Steffon wanted none of this, nor was he a father who wanted to see his son hurt. So he outright denied it, and his mother followed through.

But after continuously pressuring them for three months, he got the green light. His mother was easy to convince because he revealed the secret of his incredible strength by lifting a super huge boulder. They sank both hands into it and separated that very big boulder from the middle.

And he did it in front of all his men and girls. And they aren't shocked even one bit as they see their Lord do even more outrageous things that outright defy logic and boundaries of common sense. 

But for his mother, it was an entirely different thing; to say she was shocked would be an understatement. So after a long, dramatic scene that ended with both mother and son hugging each other while having a small dinner date,

His mother gave him a thumbs-up, as if her son could do that with such huge boulders. She can't imagine what her son will do with puny human bodies that are nothing but meat bags in front of his strength.

And after him continually pressuring Steffon and some pressure from his wife was enough for him to give up, as he knew his wife wouldn't pressure unless she was confident in her favourite son and that he would win.

While his guess was right, his father got his ass kicked in front of a lot of people by that boy, the same as in his previous life.

After all, that boy was one of the greatest talents in this world, possibly even better than Arthur Dayne.

Drake sighed. It seemed the world's laws would always try to correct the timeline of the world to the original. But he didn't get discouraged, during wars, everything always got messed up.

The third event was when he completed his eleventh name day. His foster father allowed Drake's men to bring prostitutes for Drake and Robert. They were now eleven, and by Westerosi laws and customs, they were considered adults.

 [<It's usually twelve, but for the timeline shake, I changed it.]

After celebrating with his men, he had his first drink during the celebration, and even though it was of the finest quality, he spit it out just after the first sip and said it tasted horrible.

It tasted like a two dollar wine to him. He can't imagine how people drink this or the huge profit that he is going to get after selling his alcohol, which would be hundreds of times better than this shite.

And why did he try? To drink. It was not every day that you turned adult. Afterwards, his men brought him to his room.

When he entered his room and was ready to head out for his castle, he sensed another three figures in the room. He thought they were assassins who had come there for his head.

But they turned out to be three prostitutes with average looks, each one made a different and attractive position to arouse him. Looking at them for a few seconds was shocking to everyone, as he kicked them out of his room with a frowning face.

And then he kicks the shit out of his men for even giving him such average women as they didn't even have the looks that can give them a three... They are not even beautiful enough to be servants of House Baratheon; forget about Dracula fucking them. And to add insult to injury, they ain't even virgins.

He didn't mind if girls weren't virgins; after all, Melisandre wasn't a virgin, but what she had was looks, personality, mind, and an endless obsession with him, and she wasn't fucking around. 

So he gave them one hell of a beating, and once he was done, no one was even in the condition to even stand, and they realized his standards were very high, if not outright impossible to reach.

They knew their lord was very much interested in women. He didn't swing any other way than how they knew him well—by how he behaved with girls.

And next day they had to rest after the beating, and the same night they all left the grounds and headed to the mountain, as he already knew the current hiding location of the hill tribes.

After reaching there, he called everyone from Storm's End as he wanted to let everyone have fun and use the Transmission mirror.

Next, he even called all the girls from the castle his priestesses, as they rarely got chances to kill and even rarely got chances to have some field experiences.

And this was a fantastic chance, as nearly twelve thousand men from hill tribes were still alive, of course, with children and the elderly, and females were counted in these numbers.

So everyone got enough numbers to let themselves lose and even have some fun…

He didn't go hunting as During the whole hunting session, he and Melisandre had a wild yet possessive night in the middle of all the screams and blood. They even had some young virgins blood. It was really a long, wild night for both of them.

They spent the whole the night in each other's arms, bringing pleasure to one another. The night was long, and they continued doing it for rounds and rounds. Drake filled her up every time. He didn't care if she could get pregnant. Plus, he had some curiosity about whether he could get a girl pregnant; after all, he was an undead with a beating heart and warm blood.

If he couldn't, then he had to find a way to get them; after all, he needs a few daughters. And he knows the way to get it would be by finding an incubus and getting its blood. After all, they can get any woman pregnant and could decide the gender of their child.

So it was a fun night for all of them as boys and girls got to experience the fun of hunting and some even got to experience their first kill, and all of them got to experience a true hunt and how butchery looked like they were like unstable monsters.

So he had a hot steamy engine night in between a slaughter of nearly twelve thousand people atmosphere filled with their screams, blood, and a smell of Death.

Their battle rages across the hills in caves. Destroying and toppling numerous caves, trees, mountains, and landmarks as they swim through the place, soliciting screams of terror and anguish...

Despite the hill tribe's army outnumbering the Drake Force team ten to one, the superior power in the hands of the serious force is more than enough to even the score, making every hill tribe man restless even though the fight was in their area.

Blows, kicks, spears, swords, axes, hammers, arrows, and grapples forth as they clash powerfully, with each attack killing someone or slicing trees, stones, and boulders that were in the way. shockwaves of blood ripple across the landscape of the city, increasing the chaos and destruction as cries for mercy calls with smoke with a heavy scent of blood filled the air.

Their blood coats their black visages as the guts and pieces of their fallen enemies spill down from the hills like rain, and rivers and puddles of blood are created, painting a bloody and dark picture to those watching, enough to give even the bravest of knights and the strongest of monsters nightmarishes.

They were ripping spleens, heads, eyes, guts, and many more from the big army of hill tribes, easily decimating them.

After a few hours of carnage, the remaining hill tribes take it to the downhill, intent on escaping.

But with unrelenting force and effort, they chase after the escaping force and, in no time, shred them to pieces.

The distinct scent of death and blood was everywhere as they observed the destruction around.

The curved and ring-like caves, the majestic neutral geometric neutral structures, and the giant trees that rose to touch up high and dotted the entirety of the hill landscape are now in utter ruins. Gigantic rubble now fills the place.

Corpses, piles, and piles of corpses litter the surfaces of the structures and the ground, their viscous red blood dripping from the mangled bodies to the ground.

And when everything ended, this is how it looked.

[Next day]

They woke up early the next day, or should I say they never slept in the first place. He got the news that they had captured two thousand people of all age groups and genders, especially young people...

So he handed one thousand and five hundred people to Melisandre as she asked him for the training and the blood magic and Saliva also needed for the experiments, while the remaining ones were transported back to Storm's End.

Of course, it doesn't need to be said that he collected all the blood and safely stored it in his inventory.

Then he burned down the whole place, leaving no clue behind. After that, they returned, and no one heard any news about hill tribes.

O.o.O

"The feeling of sex is always amazing, especially with such great women. That's a wonderful feeling beyond belief. And can get rid of all his worries. No wonder that fucker, Robert, couldn't stop his whoring. It is a drugging feeling. And it gets even better in worlds like these; he can't imagine how it would

Fell to fuck his favourite waifus in 3D, the feeling of fucking Goddesses – Angels – Valkyrie – Demons – Elf – Succubus – Catgirls – Superheroines.

The fucking her again remained: why was he doing so much work when he could just chill out and let fate take its course.

It was already noon. When he left his room, he found his men, whom he considered his friends, waiting for him outside. When they saw him, they started asking him different questions at the same time. He couldn't understand a word.

O.o.O 

"What? Speak clearly." Ordered Drake.

"What did you do my lord?" asked Clinn with expectations in his eyes.

Clinn was one of his most talented men. He was twenty-three this year and due to his continuous training and hard work, he reached at least the level of a kings guard in his sportsmanship under Drake's training. Not to mention his intelligence and understanding of the war arts under Drake's teaching. Due to those reasons, he became Drake's right hand and one of the eight commanders in his army. He was the commander of the first unit.

Drake divided his one thousand men into eight units, six had one hundred and fifty soldiers while the other two each had only fifty soldiers. The last two units are the scout and tracking unit and the hunters and support unit. He appointed himself as the High Commander while the other eight as his deputy commanders of the whole army.

The commanders are Jon Clinn, William Arc, Jeffry Rog, Robin Hid, Elbert Pineapple, Mace Flip, Lance Stonewood, and Benjamin Mineclow respectively.

"Yeah, Commander, tell us everything?" Flip continued asking while pulling a chair to set on as if he was waiting for a long night's snacks.

They tossed question after question to Drake and he became confused again.

"What do you mean?" asked Drake.

"What did you do to the Lady Melisandre

for her to have such a blessed expression?" asked Arc with an encaustic expression.

Yes, Drake had just introduced her to all his men and they saw it's very much possible to reach the standards that their lord desires in a woman.

Drake was amused by their words and gave them a look of a wise man that was looking at idiots.

"Well, when you reach a certain age I will tell you. You are still young now." Joked Drake making all their faces turn black.

"Now, training time. The last one to reach the training yard will have a month of hell training." Said Drake with a sly smile as he marched toward the training yard and all of their faces were serious and took long strides to the training yard.

Robert lost his virginity the same night when his men brought the prostitute like he deserves. Robert got addicted to that feeling and started his whoring career. He was now the Robert he knew of the series complete fucker.

The fifth event was when his father finally announced him as the heir to Storm's End to the whole world. Actually, Drake discovered that Lord Arryn sent a letter to his father about their performance and life in the past three years.

He even recommended Drake as the heir and wrote in his letter to Steffon 'if you want Storm's End to truly prosper, your only option is Drake'. And as if the world was waiting for the news, house after house sent him letters to congratulate him and offer a daughter or try to discuss things with him.

Robert didn't say anything this time although his face was red the whole day and didn't speak with Drake. Though, Drake didn't care about him or his opinion.

Ned and Jon congratulated him and gave him encouraging words although they told him he wouldn't need them.

The last event was his conversations with Lord Arryn. When he was doing his normal duties and that was helping Jon with his work, he was about to go out to check some lands that got flooded and needed an assessment. Jon called him and signaled him to take a seat.

" Come in, Drake. I need your help with some matters." Said Jon while pointing to the seat in front of him.

Drake nodded and took his seat and waited for Jon to continue.

"Well, you see. Since the hill tribes raided, I was thinking of a way to solve this problem peacefully, once and for all." Said Jon.

"So do you have any ideas or suggestions for me?" asked Jon while looking at Drake.

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