Chapter 250: The Faction leaders
The Endless Mountains parted the continent in two halves. Few could traverse it. The winding paths, natural mishaps, and deadly inhabitants tested the bravest and the strongest.
But somewhere in the mountains existed a city built by humans. They carved the massive rocks and shaped them into buildings, walls, streets, and whatnot.
Its location and sturdiness made the city almost impenetrable. This city didn’t have many natives. Most came from all over the world. But not just anyone could gain entry. Only those chosen were allowed in. Chosen to be part of the Warlords.
Unlike the other factions, the requirement to join the warlords was pretty easy. A candidate needed to love battle, be crazy, and reach the city alive. Oh, and they needed to fight their way in. Even then, the members didn’t wish to make things hard. So they stationed the shops selling ale and wine at the entrance.
According to the person who suggested this, it would turn every fight into a brawl, and the newcomer could slip in. A lot of members agreed. Honestly, if a person couldn’t survive a brawl with drunk battle-crazy killers, were they even worth their time? No. It was one of the few times the entire faction agreed on an answer.
Day or night, the city never knew peace. Battles and brawls were the norm. Sitting on top of a spire, the leader of the Warlords looked at the golden sky. Her red hair fluttered in the wind as she gulped the ale from a barrel.
She ignored the curses and noises somewhere down. She simply sat drinking. After some time, she stood up, took a sharp breath, and then...shouted. From the top of her lungs.
"TIME FOR A CITY BRAWL. YOU ALL CAN TEAM UP. IF YOU HIDE, I WILL FIND YOU. WHETHER YOU ARE SLEEPING, EATING, SHITTING, OR SCREWING. I WILL FIND YOU. I WILL HIT YOU."
Her voice blasted through the city like a hurricane sweeping through a field. Shouts, cries, and murmurs all erupted all over the city.