Chapter 64 36. Father’s Kindness and Son’s Filial Piety
The toxins in the victim's veins kept him conscious, allowing him to clearly feel the pain of every little wound.
Before long, the victim's skin was red from cuts and bleeding, and he collapsed in a pool of his own blood. The witch leader stood over the body, grabbed the victim's hair again, and cut neatly into the neck, separating the watermelon from the rest. The witch leader raised the terrible trophy high into the air and let out a victorious scream, followed by the screams of the other witches, their high-pitched, intoxicated voices echoing through the street.
On the docks and streets of Naggarond, Har Gansi, and Karonde Kar, slaves milled about in a daze. They had been released into the empty streets of these strange cities. Screams and hysterical screams echoed in the air, and the slaves suddenly realized that something was wrong.
A resounding scream pierced the night air, its echoes piercing the horror of the sound beyond the reach of scholars. Without warning, a horde of blood-soaked witches emerged from the street corner and charged upon the defenseless slaves, their blades slicing through the limp bodies of their victims, crackling bones and staining the streets and docks red with blood.
No witch spirit would wander around the noble district of Clarkalond, and both sides have always maintained a tacit understanding.
Suddenly, the silence was broken and war cries were heard from the noble district.
"Blast it open!"
Darkus pointed at the gate of the Thorn Family Manor and shouted.
Two Reaper crossbows were quickly assembled and began to bombard the gate. The lights in the noble manor next to it, which had been brightly lit just now, were now all out.
At this moment, Walter was holding the Knight Leaf Hammer and his whole body began to tremble. Daxus understood that Walter's adrenaline was being secreted crazily at this moment. He glanced at the three Takia siblings. The three siblings looked at Daxus in confusion, as if they didn't quite understand what he meant.
Darkeus scratched his helmet, a hint of anguish on his face behind it. He didn't know what to do with the impending scene of fatherly love and filial piety. Should he not let Walter in? Did Druki have such a claim? He wasn't worried about the crime. Walter's father was a Dreadlord, not the Night Warden or Valahar Malekith had appointed. He could kill him, so be it. He shook his head. Never mind.
The Thorn family had existed in Clar Kalond for many years. Walter's father had sought a path to advancement, but he had never had any chance until he followed a piece of advice. Because of this advice, four of his sons had died, and he finally realized that he had provoked someone he shouldn't have provoked.
So this night, Walter's father prepared for the night of death, the final end. The blood of the manor's slaves soaked the marble floors and the intricately handcrafted carpets looted from Arabia. He begged for Khaine's blessing. Donning the exquisite armor of the Dreadlord, he gathered the family's remaining guards at the manor to await the final moment.
Walt's father closed his eyes, but his senses could still feel the city's cold touch. As he took a deep breath, the city seemed even quieter. Tension hung in the air, the gate rattling under the bombardment of the Reaper ballista, and it seemed as if it would collapse at any moment. He could feel his blood rushing through his veins. He struggled to steady himself as the adrenaline began to build in his body.
Soon, the slaughter began, and the Thorn Family's manor was engulfed in frenzied chaos. Thorn Family guards were felled and harvested by Reaper Ballista bolts. After two volleys of Reaper Ballista fire, the team led by Darkus stormed into the manor. Alyssa and the Thorn Family's sorceress began to cast spells. The elite guards of the Hellbane Family were all battle-hardened veterans recruited from the military. Since becoming family guards, they had rarely had the opportunity to fight. A terrifying, bloodthirsty look shone in the eyes of the Duruchi. Tonight! They began a frenzied fight, unleashing their inner instincts. Only blood could quench their lust!
Darkus found a stone bench in the garden, wiped off the snow, and sat down cautiously, shaking his head as he watched all this. Only then did he realize what he had been struggling with. If Walter Thorn was still alive after tonight, it would be useless. Life and death depended on his single whim.
Kallion used a harpoon crossbow to nail the sorceress of the Thorn family to the wall. The guards of the Thorn family were gradually falling into a disadvantage, and they began to use a life-exchange strategy. Walter's brother was stabbed to death by Ryan's serrated sword. When the serrated sword was pulled out, Ryan found something wrong. Ryan was a little annoyed, as if he was annoyed that he should not have killed Walter's brother, but that Walter's leaf hammer should have finished him off.
The battle was coming to an end. Watt's father pointed his noble curved sword at Watt. The guards of the Thorn family were all lying down. The guards of the Hellish Family began to retreat, making way for Watt and his father.
"Walter Thorn! Go and accept your fate!"
Darkus stood up, walked over, took out the Echo Drum from his waist and started beating it.
Walter walked to the center of the arena, assuming a defensive fighting stance. Walter's father swung his noble sword at Walter, but Walter had already sensed it, believing it was a feint. Walter dodged the blow, and the leaf hammer struck his father's sword. Walter's father quickly adjusted the sword, leaving Walter without a chance. Walter's father then kicked Walter in the waist, sending him crashing to the ground.
"That's all you've learned? Get up!"
Walter struggled to get up and swung the leaf hammer at his father again, but his father easily dodged the attack. The noble curved sword chopped off Walter's back. Walter staggered two steps but did not fall down. Instead, he swung his sword back at his father. His father was about to chop Walter's neck with the noble curved sword, but just as it was about to hit him, Walter's father stopped.
The bloodshot in Watt's father's eyes suddenly dissipated and became clear. Watt swung the leaf hammer directly at his father's chest. Even Daquus, who was beating the Echo Drum, could hear the vibration and the sound of bones breaking.
Walter's father fell to the ground and looked at Walter, spitting out blood foam and internal organs from his mouth. Looking at Walter standing in front of him with tears streaming down his face, he waved his hand, motioning Walter to come over. Walter dropped the leaf hammer and crawled to his father's side.
Walter's father, his hands covered in blood, hugged Walter's neck and put Walter's ear to his mouth.
"It's all over. There are no weaklings in Naggaroth. Don't cry, my son! Your sister set the Stone Adder loose!"
"Father!" Walter hugged his father in his arms and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"My son! You must revive the Thorn Family!"
After saying that, Walter's father died in Walter's arms.
