The Forgotten Field Novel - Chapter 233

## THE FORGOTTEN FIELDS (NOVEL) – Chapter 233

Varkas raised his head and let out a thundering roar that echoed into every corner:

—Anyone who throws down their weapon and surrenders peacefully will have their safety guaranteed!

A heavy silence took over the battlefield for a few moments. The soldiers began to exchange glances, and then, one after another, they started throwing down their weapons.

The echo of swords and spears clashing against the ground spread like a wave outward from his position. Although the sounds of shouting and the sharp scraping of metal continued behind the castle walls, the soldiers filling the courtyard no longer had any desire to fight.

Varkas inspected the surroundings with sharp eyes, then yanked the sword from the man’s shoulder; a faint groan escaped from the lips of the latter, who was fiercely attempting to suppress his pain.

Varkas placed the tip of his bloodied sword against the man’s neck and nodded his head toward the soldiers:

—Bind him.

As soon as his order was issued, the soldiers of the imperial army rushed forward and violently took control of the man, tightly tying the ropes around his shattered wrist.

When they finally finished binding him, Varkas returned his sword to his waist and added in a cold tone:

—This man will appear before the imperial court to answer for the crime of treason. Keep him alive.

Then he suddenly turned around to check the state of the battle in the rear, but a raspy laugh that erupted from deep within the man’s throat stopped him. Varkas paused, turned back with a furrowed brow, and asked:

—… What do you find so amusing?

—Ah, I apologize if I have caused an inconvenience, but the Duke’s loyalty toward the Empire is truly admirable. I couldn’t help but laugh —the man said while shrugging his massive armor-clad shoulders, his tone listless—. I feel as though I am looking at a well-trained watchdog. It seems the rumors saying the priests of Osheria have tamed the Duke’s heir to turn him into an obedient servant of the Empire were not a lie.

In that instant, the air around them suddenly froze. One of the eastern warriors, enraged, raised his spear, pressed it against the man’s shoulder, and shouted at him:

—Criminal! How dare you utter those words!

Despite the blood flowing from his wound, the man did not care; on the contrary, he continued to provoke him while looking directly at him with glinting eyes:

—Where has the warrior’s pride gone? Your predecessor resisted the Empire until the very end. Even the great king ‘Shierkan’, who once terrorized the continent of Rubiden, managed to inflict a mortal wound upon the hero Wygro in his final battle. And now, the heir of that great warrior settles for being a servant to the Gerta family… Your ancestors must be shedding tears of blood in the other world right now.

—… I wondered what you were going to say. —A slight sneer formed on Varkas’s lips as he looked at the man calmly. He leaned toward him and replied softly—: There is nothing emptier than the speeches of losers.

The man’s shoulders tensed slightly. Although the expressions on his face could not be seen due to the helmet, it was easy to guess that the laughter had vanished from his countenance.

—May I ask you a question as well? How does it feel to lose everything at the hands of that ‘trained dog’ you mocked?

—…….

—Your ambition has been crushed beneath my feet, the Heimdall family has been annihilated, and soon your body will disappear like dewdrops on the execution platform. The name of Bjorn Blodar Heimdall will be recorded as that of a defeated leader who met a tragic end after a foolish rebellion.

Varkas grabbed the man by the chin and asked in a low voice:

—How does it feel to fall to the very bottom?

—… Very disgusting —the man said through his teeth, and his cold breath emanated through the visor of the helmet to strike against Varkas’s face—. But I will spare you the explanation of how disgusting I feel, since His Excellency the Duke will savor this very same feeling for himself very soon.

Varkas knitted his brows. At that moment, a strange chill ran down his spine.

Varkas understood by instinct that the man was not merely bluffing, so he kicked him in the stomach with his military boot. The man’s body fell sideways with a heavy sound of impact; it seemed the helmet strap had broken from the blow, causes it to lift.

Varkas grabbed the helmet and removed it with a single yank, then violently gripped the blood-stained platinum blonde hair and pulled it forcefully upward.

—I do not know what kind of trick you are planning, but you are already finished. No matter how much you try to resist now, the outcome will not change…

His cold voice suddenly cut off; the blue light of dawn had revealed the features of the man’s face with total clarity.

The man asked in a listless tone while curling the corner of his lips:

—Have you recognized me?

A choked voice escaped from Varkas’s tense lips:

—Roman Talis…

—I am glad you haven’t forgotten me. —The strange smile on the man’s lips grew even deeper.

Varkas tightened his fist around his hair and violently bent his head back. Despite the difference in hair color, this was undoubtedly the heretic hunter who used to cause havoc in his lands in the past.

He asked him while growling:

—What the hell were you doing in the east?

—Don’t be so impatient. Just as you were meddling in my territory for years, I have also meddled a bit in yours… —The man shrugged his shoulders slightly and let out a few broken laughs—: I have put a lot of effort in during all this time. Kalmure must be submerged in chaos right now.

Varkas’s face gradually became distorted. Upon seeing that, a loud burst of laughter erupted from the man’s mouth:

—Why that expression? Did you really think your home would be safe after you turned my territory into ruins? Hahaha! If you ruin another person’s life project, you have to be prepared to see your own turn into a hell!

Varkas’s leather-glove-covered fist impacted the man’s face with force; the face of the laughing individual violently deflected to one side. When he pulled his hair again, his vision was filled with that blood-covered face.

The man spat the blood from his mouth and murmured slowly:

—While you played the role of the Empire’s faithful dog, a blood banquet was being held in the east. Your castle and your fortune will turn into ashes devoured by fire, and your family will meet a tragic end. As for your woman… —A strange smile formed on his blood-stained lips—: That sweetness… I recommended that they take very special care of her. She must be having a very exciting time right now with the men of the savage tribes. I truly regret not being able to join them.

The echo of his vulgar laughter resonated in a terrifying manner in the castle courtyard, which had been transformed into a stage of destruction.

—She must be in a pitiful state now… Cough!

Blood erupted from the man’s mouth; only then did Varkas realize that he had driven a dagger into his neck.

He heard the gasps of the astonished soldiers around him, but Varkas felt no emotion. He gripped the back of the man’s head tightly, plunged the dagger deeply, and then slowly moved his arm to the side.

The eyes of the man, whose neck had been stabbed while he was alive, filled with pain. Varkas looked directly into those eyes and moved the blade with extreme slowness, cutting through the muscles, blood vessels, and nerves little by little.

The light went out in the eyes of the man, who was attempting to breathe through his severed trachea. Varkas extracted the tip of the blade from the other side and raised the head dripping with blood.

The soldiers who witnessed this scene from up close fell to the ground vomiting. Varkas did not even cast a glance at them; he threw the enemy leader’s head before the knights.

—Hang it on the wall.

Even the knights, who were accustomed to gruesome scenes, were overcome by stupor, and none of them dared to take a step forward.

While they hesitated, Varkas crossed the castle courtyard at high speed, stepping over the corpses piled up like mountains.

Upon arriving near the gate, he saw Wolfram’s cavalry unit reorganizing their ranks; he approached them and issued his orders with a terrifyingly calm voice:

—Assemble all the troops immediately. We are heading to Kalmure right now.

Daren understood that something very grave had happened, so he blew the horn without delay to assemble the eastern warriors.

Varkas yanked the reins of his horse “Turk” violently and fixed his gaze on the sun, which was beginning to emerge from between the black mountain peaks. He felt as though the sharp rays of the sun were stabbing his retina like needles. He closed his eyes for an instant due to sudden dizziness, then opened them and mounted his horse’s saddle.

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