Escort To Sylathbel

As the four sat down, the Alpha addressed them.

I humbly thank you for saving our pack.

Don't mention it.

Now, might I ask why you four are in the woods?

We seek the Elven Kingdom within these woods.

The lycanthropes murmured amongst themselves for a moment.

Why do you seek them?

We wish to ask them to join our cause. They owe me a favor. I am Demon Lord Kazuto of the Demon Realm. 

The Alpha nodded slowly. Demon Lord Kazuto, you should know, thanks to the doctrine of humanity, the elves have sealed themselves within their kingdom and have been under siege for the last two years. Only recently did the fighting escalate, driving us from our homeland. 

Who has been attacking them?

The Church of Humanity's Zealots of Humanity. 

Spencer nodded his head and looked to Tempest and the others. If I call in the 450th, would you lycanthropes be willing to help us get there?

The Alpha laughed and looked at Spencer. The Zealots have killed off the best warriors from other packs and other nations. What makes you think this, 450th would stand a chance?

You haven't met them. started Busch, they carry themselves not as warriors, but as undead given a second chance to fight amongst the living. 

The Alpha and Elder nodded. Call them with due haste. We shall lead you there, but we shall not fight.

Spencer nodded and made the radio call.

What took the four of them several hours to travel, the 450th Ottawan Special Force arrived in just an hour. Leading them was the Assassin of Ottawa and Bubba. 

Assassin, Bubba, good to see you.

Likewise, now tell us the situation.

After the Alpha explained the Assassin smiled. Well then, you called the right unit. REAPERS! GEAR ON! BOOTS MOVING IN TEN!

The 450th was a small fighting force of about twenty members. However, they were the best of the best when it came to violence and war. As the group of Reapers, along with the lycanthropes and four from Ottawa left the recovering village, the Assassin ran along side the wolves. 

They ran for about half an hour before arriving at the Elven Kingdom.

This is where we stop. Let's see how your Reaper's handle the Zealots of Humanity. 

Reapers, find position and wait for nightfall. Tempest, Spencer, we'll need your help. Busch, you stay with Kazuto and the werewolves.

The Alpha growled. Lycanthropes.

Whatever. Just stay put.

As dusk fell upon the forest, the Zealots of Humanity geared up for another assault, however, as they went to gather their siege supplies, the sounds of screams and blood-curdling cries could be heard all around them. 

The hell was that?

You two, go check it out.

Two zealots entered the woods only for the Assassin to drop on them, knives buried in their skulls, blood dripping down their holy armor.

DEAR GOD! WHAT ARE YOU?

REAPERS....TEAR THEM TO SHREDS.

The screams when on for about twenty minutes before the Assassin and the rest of his unit arrived covered in blood.

Siege ended. Any other doubts?

The lycanthropes gasped and Busch smiled.

That's ten gold coins Demon Lord.

Fine.

As they approached the gates, Elven warriors rushed out and surrounded them.

IDENTIFY YOURSELVES AT ONCE!

We are from New Ottawa! WE ARE NOT YOUR ENEMY!

Before the lead warrior could speak, the Assassin appeared from behind them, holding the elven king hostage.

Your highness...

Relax, I'm not here to kill him. Just insurance you don't kill anyone in this here party. Got it?

Yes...We understand.

Good, now, your highness. I am the Assassin of New Ottawa, you want to hear what we have to say. Our lord, Noblemen Ghost of Ottawa, has send this envoy of four to speak with you. We learned from the Lycanthropes that you all had a certain, how should I put this, "holy" problem. You may thank the 450th Reapers for your liberation. 

The Assassin released the king and stood beside his unit. The King sighed. We are grateful for your help. As for the envoy, why would humans who see us as inferior, look to ally with us?

That's just it your grace. We do not think of you as inferior. I am Tempest of Ottawa, right hand of the Ghost. The Ghost sent the following proclamation: I, the Ghost of Ottawa, Noblemen of the Ashfeld Kingdom ask of you the following. Why are you content with your place? The King of Ashfeld, King Eldword has become tyrannical, and I of new noble status seek the company and kinship of Elves, Lycanthropes, Demons and Beastmen. Ask yourself, if not this stranger, than who shall stand beside you? 

The Elven king nodded and ushered everyone inside.