Elena’s POV
“What is it?” Prince Deacon asked face turned serious.
“It looked like the Rogues were making more movements. They were furious by our last attacks. They are preparing,” Tyson replied and handed him a note with hand–drawn maps of tactics on it.
Prince Deacon accepted and observed it before questionably looking at Tyson.
Clearing his throat, Tyson replied, “It’s from the perimeter warriors. They keenly observed the movements on the borders and the surroundings.
“Excellent.”
After his praise, Tyson left.
“Get some rest. Tomorrow will be a long day.”
Standing up, I let out a sigh. “I’m sure it will be.”
After that, we parted ways.
When I woke up, it was still dark outside. Today would be the last war we would wage in this region–the North. If everything goes as planned, this will be the end.
Since it’s a crucial battle, I intentionally woke up early to stretch out and train a little before we made our strike. Surprisingly, when I stepped out of my tent, I wasn’t the only one fueled up with determination, as hundreds of warriors were outside and already preparing.
A smile formed on my lips when I turned to my right and saw Prince Deacon coming out of his tent with the same reaction as mine.
Approaching him, I praised, “You have a great platoon.”
We all trained and finalized the preparation. Before the sunset, we were all lined up with Prince Deacon in front of
- us.
The northern winds carried a bitter chill around us, filling us with anticipation, determination, and tension for what was about to come.
In his majestic armor and domineering gait, sharp eyes, and assertive demeanor surrounding him, Prince Deacon faced us and cleared his throat to get everyone’s attention.
He spoke in a steady and commanding tone: “This is our final stand in the North. Today, we reclaim every piece of land that the Rogues have stolen and drive them out for good. This is not just a battle for territory–it’s a battle for our future.”
His voice echoed among every troop, sending chills and goosebumps through our souls and fueling our determination for victory.
Low growls of cheers filled the surroundings, bringing a smile to my face as I followed suit.
This was the day that claiming back what’s ours was already within our grasp. It would be seen how important this battle was as Prince Deacon led this himself.
“Warriors, we’ll celebrate in our reclaimed lands after this! With that, Prince Deacon raised his hand and took the first step out of the border and onto the Rogue’s land.
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Chapter 58
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With Prince Deacon’s troops only a few steps ahead, I led my team while the other troops followed us. Meanwhile,
of utility members left behind, Glenda’s troops were stationed to remain in our border camp, ensure the safer
and act as backups when needed.
Seeing the entrance of the Rogue’s territory, we raised our laws and extended our fangs as we shouted and ran with agility.
Our strategy was old, simple, but definitely effective. We’ll strike swiftly, breach their land, and push deep into their camp.
Prince Deacon and I started the battle as we rushed in and struck the Rogue’s parameter warriors to death with our claws. One after another, they ran toward us but dropped like rugged dolls as soon as they reached two steps
away.
The warriors behind me and Prince Deacon even gasped in admiration and shock as they stood there for a while because no one was passing through both of us enough for them to get a share of the fun.
After a while, more and more Rogues rushed in from their inside camp, causing the other warrior’s blood to liven up as they rushed forward and attacked.
After slashing someone’s throat, I halted for a second to wipe the blood that splashed on my face.
I took a breath and glanced back to the barracks where Glenda was guarding the parameters.
Looking at Prince Deacon with questioning eyes after he halted in front of me as he knocked down a Rogue, I nodded toward Glenda and asked, “Do you trust her to follow orders?”
“No,” he answered without hesitation, making me furrow my brows.
Out of dumbfoundedness, I just stood there feeling no sense of danger in the middle of the battle. I knew he had my back, and he did.
He effortlessly took out those coming our way.
Letting out a breath of disbelief, I asked, “Then, why…”
Shrugging, he smirked. “I trust you to fix it if she doesn’t.
I looked at him dumbfoundedly as he attacked forward with his troop, leaving me behind to protect the rear as we had decided while pushing through.
Damn! Should I be honored by how much he trusted me or insulted by how he made me into a babysitter?
