CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 8
Luke kept sitting on the wolf and kept moving towards the battlefield. He did not care for the face of the Count and stood at the forefront of the array of soldiers. The soldiers were interested in the warrior in front of him and were happy to be led by a ferocious man who tamed a wolf.
The soldiers wanted to win the war and they wanted to live the life they in peace. Their lords wanted to fight and they fought for the world. They bled in the war, they lost in the war and they paid for the war and they return as bereaved dogs after the war. The only thing they could do was to remain alive, to bite their teeth and try to let their children live. After all their only creed is to give everything for their lord.
Luke coordinated his breath and started to be ready for the fight. Both the armies were looking at each other. The Count was in charge of a small section and Luke was at the front. Luke stood up on the ground and smiled to the people. He let the wolf run away from the battlefield. The Count looked at Luke in surprise. The soldiers were scared thinking that they had lost their reliance. Luke had two swords unsheathed in his hands and the sheath was on the wolf. Just as the trumpet of the war began he ran faster than the horses and rushed to the army. He just kept on rushing and killing. The blood kept dancing around him and the flesh and blood of the people were dancing. The lords were scared and the army started running away. Luke ran and killed the knight and commanders.
Within half an hour more than two thousand people were killed from the army. The army side collapse and ran away from Luke. The main flank looked at Luke and Luke looked at them. Luke took a step forward and the soldiers and knight took a step back. The Duke was scared and kept shouting to retreat. Luke smiled and started his slaughter and started killing the main flank. The army from the Count's side was scared of Luke and stood back. The duke of ice could only surrender. The scary duke looked at Luke and asked shouting, "Who are you? Are you a god?"
Luke smiled and asked to look at him and announced, "I am not a good and neither a demon. I am the warrior of the bear-tribe, the general of Atlanta, the exterminator of the red skinned cannibals and the sage of Atlanta. I am Luke, the one who shall surpass the sage level in all body and war skills and reach the ancestor level, a pure human male, now and forever."
Luke blew the whistle and the wolf came running towards him and stopped for him. He got and sat on the wolf. He came to the Count and looked down on the count. The count was scared but looked back straight. He smiled and said, "I will be giving you some gifts."
Luke said, "I like wars. But war is boring. I want to travel around the world. Get me some golden coins and get me a map."