Victor Deus (Heritage of the Blood Book 1) Read Online Free
Author: Brent Lee Markee
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“You'll have to forgive Lieutenant O'hearly, we brought fifteen thousand here to begin the fight, and we've already lost five thousand in skirmishes across the plains here. How many of your men can fight, and where are you from?” Alexander grimaced at the losses they had suffered thus far, he wasn't happy that they had so underestimated their enemy.
The dwarf put a grin on his face and tucked his fingers behind his belt. “Everyone, men and women both. We're here to help you commander and I think you'll find we make good soldiers, though I've been told about five hundred want to train with the wizards.” He seemed to grimace at that, though being a dwarf it was understandable, most Dwarves didn't enjoy thoughts of magic.
Five hundred… Light! “That would be more than appreciated if they have the talent for it, there are currently only twenty five wizards stationed here, there were thirty, but we seemed to have bitten off a bit more than we can chew I think. I just want your people to know what you're getting into, should you decide to stay.”
“Oh… lad we know what we're getting ourselves into, and we welcome it wholeheartedly.” a whimsically sad look came across his face. “If our peoples are to survive this has to happen.” At that sentiment, all three of them nodded solemnly, and Alexander couldn't help but feel like he had missed something in that quiet exchange.
“Yes, it's vital work.” Alexander said, needing something to fill the silence, before giving the signal for his men to relax. The signal meant that they still needed to be prepared for anything, but hostile intent wasn't expected.
As the ships docked and started unloading, every race Alexander Dalton had ever seen in his well traveled life seemed to come off of the ships. There were even Orcs, he almost commanded them to be held captive, but Elyas explained that they would be going into the hills and working with the Orc tribes who were also victims in this affair. Alexander couldn't quite think of Orcs as victims, but he was glad to be getting rid of them, and an Ogre! The forces at his command were comprised mainly of the populous races that were considered civilized. He was proud of the fact that his numbers included a few of the races that normally didn't mingle with humankind, but the variety of creatures coming off of those boats was staggering. He was watching that flow of bodies coming out of the ships when Tyrdra walked up beside him.
“Shall we walk my lord?” she said in a sweet sultry voice, and eyed him like a butcher appraising a piece of meat. From what he could tell, she liked what she saw. He didn't see any harm in going for a walk, my goodness it is a nice day . Of course, he would be quoted later as saying that he never could think clearly when she was around, and he agreed to just about all of her suggestions. She was usually right anyway, whether he thought so at the time or not.
“I am not a Lord, I was born in the country.” he said before offering her his arm.
“Ah, but you are a commander of men, and a good one from what I've seen, thus making you a Lord of men; thus making you a lord.” she said all of this while smiling up at him with eyes that held too much wisdom for her age.
By Arroval, she is Beautiful! he thought before replying aloud, “Well, be that as it may, you may call me Alexander.”
“I would rather call you husband.”
Instead of tripping over his own feet, which at the time was one of two options, he stopped and stared at her. “I'm sorry, I think I missed a step… can we go back to that?”
“I said I would rather call you husband, and I think you would rather call me wife, I have known you for years, and you have known me.”
I have known you… by the light we just met… how would I… His mind raced back to his childhood when he had first seen his guardian, a great winged beast, those that he described it to had called it a Dragon. The Dragon was a beautiful hue of
“You'll have to forgive Lieutenant O'hearly, we brought fifteen thousand here to begin the fight, and we've already lost five thousand in skirmishes across the plains here. How many of your men can fight, and where are you from?” Alexander grimaced at the losses they had suffered thus far, he wasn't happy that they had so underestimated their enemy.
The dwarf put a grin on his face and tucked his fingers behind his belt. “Everyone, men and women both. We're here to help you commander and I think you'll find we make good soldiers, though I've been told about five hundred want to train with the wizards.” He seemed to grimace at that, though being a dwarf it was understandable, most Dwarves didn't enjoy thoughts of magic.
Five hundred… Light! “That would be more than appreciated if they have the talent for it, there are currently only twenty five wizards stationed here, there were thirty, but we seemed to have bitten off a bit more than we can chew I think. I just want your people to know what you're getting into, should you decide to stay.”
“Oh… lad we know what we're getting ourselves into, and we welcome it wholeheartedly.” a whimsically sad look came across his face. “If our peoples are to survive this has to happen.” At that sentiment, all three of them nodded solemnly, and Alexander couldn't help but feel like he had missed something in that quiet exchange.
“Yes, it's vital work.” Alexander said, needing something to fill the silence, before giving the signal for his men to relax. The signal meant that they still needed to be prepared for anything, but hostile intent wasn't expected.
As the ships docked and started unloading, every race Alexander Dalton had ever seen in his well traveled life seemed to come off of the ships. There were even Orcs, he almost commanded them to be held captive, but Elyas explained that they would be going into the hills and working with the Orc tribes who were also victims in this affair. Alexander couldn't quite think of Orcs as victims, but he was glad to be getting rid of them, and an Ogre! The forces at his command were comprised mainly of the populous races that were considered civilized. He was proud of the fact that his numbers included a few of the races that normally didn't mingle with humankind, but the variety of creatures coming off of those boats was staggering. He was watching that flow of bodies coming out of the ships when Tyrdra walked up beside him.
“Shall we walk my lord?” she said in a sweet sultry voice, and eyed him like a butcher appraising a piece of meat. From what he could tell, she liked what she saw. He didn't see any harm in going for a walk, my goodness it is a nice day . Of course, he would be quoted later as saying that he never could think clearly when she was around, and he agreed to just about all of her suggestions. She was usually right anyway, whether he thought so at the time or not.
“I am not a Lord, I was born in the country.” he said before offering her his arm.
“Ah, but you are a commander of men, and a good one from what I've seen, thus making you a Lord of men; thus making you a lord.” she said all of this while smiling up at him with eyes that held too much wisdom for her age.
By Arroval, she is Beautiful! he thought before replying aloud, “Well, be that as it may, you may call me Alexander.”
“I would rather call you husband.”
Instead of tripping over his own feet, which at the time was one of two options, he stopped and stared at her. “I'm sorry, I think I missed a step… can we go back to that?”
“I said I would rather call you husband, and I think you would rather call me wife, I have known you for years, and you have known me.”
I have known you… by the light we just met… how would I… His mind raced back to his childhood when he had first seen his guardian, a great winged beast, those that he described it to had called it a Dragon. The Dragon was a beautiful hue of
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