Chapter 222: Whether You Like It Or Not
Sir Wiriam’s plans were greatly disrupted by the recent problems within the kingdom’s borders. The wild monsters and animals who were making trouble along the eastern side had kept him busy he couldn’t even return to his manor.
His wife and child were left all alone, but what he really ticked him off was the fact he had a hard time focusing on his own goals. With the attacks directed to the borders today, he could only think of one thing – to protect the kingdom he lived in.
"RAH!"
The newly appointed Knight Commander sliced through the monster that bared its fangs at him. He threw his double curved blades behind him, and another monster screeched at the weapon’s impact.
A loud crack echoed behind Wiriam, and another screech aside from the now dead monster erupted.
"Gah! What the fuck, Wiriam?" a voice came from behind him.
The Farvar’s eldest son turned around to see one of his childhood friends, Baron Rits. The vampire had long been a knight, but had been picked by Wiriam as one of his men under the King Aleksander.
Baron Rits had his arms raised into a V and his body in a half squat behind a tree. Wiriam’s weapon was buried deep into the tree trunk behind Baron Rits.
"Pass me my blade, Rits," Wiriam motioned with a flick of his hand. "And stay focused."
"Wiriam, I am as focused as I could ever be," the Baron replied with sarcasm oozing from his mouth, "you could see it with your own eyes – hah!"
Putting his palm to his left, Baron Rits released a blast of wind and a swarm of tiny creatures with sharp claws about to chew the hell out of him were blown away into pieces.