CHAPTER 161

Deep in the battle heat, everyone fought like their lives depended on it, well it actually did but now it became heated.

Vidor wasted no time in slashing through his enemy with his sword while his eyes swept through the crowd and dead bodies looking fir aEra.

\'Where are you? where are you? Come out Era!\' Visit yelled in his mind but it still did not bring her out.

They battled through the night till they proclaimed victory, sparing none of the Slyerians that came to battle.

By the time it was morning, they were exhausted a bit but Vidor was still charged with adrenaline he still had not found his wife. He was not okay.

On the other hand, Yonder told afar off on a hillside close to the city, watching the fierce battle that commenced and seeing how tired they had become with some of their soldiers dead and all of his, gone.

It was a smile price to pay though. Their target wasn\'t Meth but Vidor himself. With Vidor gone, Caspian can assume the throne and in alliance they can one day take Etheria, leaving him as Lord over it as a city.

Unknown to them, while they had their plans, Caspain had his.

He knew how this game worked most times and if they could go inside to get a king, when he take up Etheria\'s throne, they could also dispose of him easily.

It was a gamble, but he was willing to take it.

With each passing moment, Vidor\'s chest rose and fell with great gusto. His eyes were filled with blood lust, the monster king was back again.

The very same Vidor once feared and revered on the battlefield had once again appeared. The more he looked, the more the blood lust became insatiable.

He lifted his head back, welcoming the morning sun as it spread its rays all over the battleground and the corpse that would never again see the light of day.

He took in a lungs full of air, the smell of blood assaulting his nostrils but rather than feel irritated by it, a cheeky smile formed around the corners of his lips.

This was what he was known for. He rose without fear of dying. Without ever thinking that perhaps that would be his last day, his last war for there was none like him who would thrill at the sound of war, the clashing of swords, the wailing of the soon to be dead mean and the forever best, the doom in the eyes of his prey just before he slashed their bodies or thrust his sword deep into their hearts.

This was the man, no, he wasn\'t a man, he wasn\'t a human being on the battleground. He was a beast, a monster in guise of a man. One who\'s thirst could only be quenched by more killing, more fighting, more wailing and screams!

The real question to be asked was... Could his thrust ever and truly be quenched?

The answer was no. And for a who.e he thought he was free from this blood thrust when he met Era and his life changed but that too became a shattered dream when his fear consumed him and once more he was back again. Becak to the place he loved that fought him joy like no other.

His scorching gaze burned, looking for her but got nothing. This had indeed gotten out of hand.

Feeling his blood boil within him, his bones shaking out of rage, Vidor cried out in anger, "Where in the bloody hell is SHE?!"

At the same time, he hears the noise of horses weighing in their direction and thudding of feet, roaring of angry soldiers all coming from his enemies base.

Turning around, he squinted at them, trying to make out who they were. Suddenly his eyes fell on the flag they carried with the insignia of a roaring boar.

"SLYERIA!"

Marching forward with his horse, his soldiers rounded up running behind him till he came to a stop and waited for them to meet him.

"You fell for it," Yonder muttered to hi self as he glared at Vidor.

He had come with a might, an army like no other just to make his claim on Vidor and kill the monster king.

"Slyerians," Vidor roared in anger. "You have a death wish."

"It is you who have a death wish, King Vidor. Prepare to meet your doom."

"Not on my watch," Vidor snarled.

He was no fool, one look at his enemy\'s army and he knew they were outnumbered. It was like a situation of two and a half on one. That was the size of their army and his, they were tired.

"Soilders!"

With that yell, he knew. It was a death wish but there was no battle he lead that he had never won and this would not be the first he would lose. Things always turned out to favour him and they, though tired, seeing their king as agile as always, they were motivated.

Even if they died, they fought valiantly, trying to defend their city.

"On me."

"Yayyyyy!"

"You were already dead the moment you stalled foot out of hour palace, Vidor. I would enjoy killing you, myself. Soldiers, spare no one. Kill."

Within minutes, the battleground only became more fierce and the battle they fought, was more challenging than the first.

Even when Etheria\'s soldiers were exhausted, they fought better than before. It was a situation of killed or be killed.

Either they killed them, or they died and then their city and kingdom would be taken over with innocents dying.

No one wanted that even though it was what they did to people. This was their home land.

Losing Meth meant, having access to the palace and once palace was taken, that was the end of Etheria.

Yonder fought with all he got, but his kill wasn\'t up to one third of what Vidor\'s was like.

Vidor killed with precision. One strike and that was all. He had a queen and a ward to protect, besides, his victory wouldn\'t die with this meagre battle.

NO.