บท 34: The Hanging tree
*Big thanks to Charlie Puente-Duany*
"Their defense is like you suspected it will be" Ronell whose eyes were completely blank spoke up. "That means they have discovered your brother's group" her words caused Arthor and his brothers to turn towards Lagertha who leaned against a tree.
"I have faith in Benjen, he will return, but for now we must focus on what is before us." Arthor with his sword motioned to the village beyond the tree line.
The were a few guards but it was all to easy to see they were not expecting an attack. In fact Arthor was sure they thought they had him surrounded, but they were in for a rude awakening.
With a Battle cry they charged in with the Ravens taking the lead in the sky. The enemies had no time to focus on the birds as Arthor and his people were upon them in less than a minute.
Arthor wasted no time with his enemies who were still reeling from the shock. Slicing through one in a quick motion before proceeding to use the butt of his sword to prevent another enemy from pulling out his blade before burying his axe into their chest.
Pushing on, Arthor continued their charge into the village. With sword and axe at hand Arthor clashed with the few warriors that remained, the few who dared were put down almost immediately with the women who had grabbed weapons to join the war being downed by Ronell's ravens.
Arthor observed as the ravens pecked the women until they could no longer move before flying away. He paid extra attention to the beaks of the birds, albeit bloody he was sure they hadn't eaten the flesh of their victims.
Shyra, as well as the other wargs who joined them had educated them on some dos and don'ts of a warg. They were shocked to find out that their brother had broken one of the most dire of the rules by feasting upon man's flesh while still in a birds body, they had yet to notice any drastic change in Ronell but they were still advised to keep a watch on him.
"We have gathered all in the village, their numbers aren't much since this is the outskirts of the red bone territory. What would you have us to do with them."
Arthor was brought out his musings by Lagertha who walked to his side, he looked at her before turning his attention to his new prisoners who were glaring at him with hate filled eyes. Arthor looked through these prisoners who varied in age from toddlers and babes to the elderly who already had a foot in the grave, a testament to the strength of the red bone tribe.
To be able to keep these people alive through the winter truly proved they were deserving of their title as one of the rulers of this place. "Take them to the weirwood trees", there was a pause as Lagertha looked him in his eye searching to see if he was truly serious.
Seeing no signs of him joking Lagertha nodded before ordering the others to do as Arthor said. Frenya watching everything and understanding what was going on marched to Arthor and grabbed his arm forcing him to look at her with questioning eyes, "there are children, babes for gods' sake".
"I gave them a chance they refused, this is the price of their arrogance" Arthor's tone was as cold as the winds billowing through the area, "this also serves as a warning message and serves to deter others. These tribes may rule this area but they are not the only ones we haven't conquered, how we deal with them would determine how the rest of our battles will go" Ronell piped in to support his brother speaking in a calm detached tone.
Frenya realizing her words had no effect turned and left the two brothers alone.
All the prisoners were gathered before the weirwood tree causing some of the older one's eyes to widen as they realized the fate that awaited them. Each of the prisoners had a person standing behind them as Arthor moved to stand before them all.
Some women began to wail and plead for the lives of their children arguing they were only children. Some of the warriors behind them trembled slightly as the cries travelled to their ears, but to Arthor these pleas were the same as the howls of the wind 'if we lost these would be my people' he told himself steeling his heart for what was about to happen.
"Now", with Arthor giving the word the warriors plunged their blade into the gut of every prisoner regardless of age, cutting them open and exposing their innards to the cold skagosi winds. The roots of the weirwood trees began to feast on their blood as it dripped to the snow below.
The men proceeded to pull out the intestines' of he prisoners, their howls of pain echoing over the village and into the woods beyond. Their intestines' were then tied of the throats of the people before finally used to hang them over the branches of the weirwood trees, leaving them to die slow agonizing deaths.
The warriors observed this in silence before glancing at the man who had ordered all this to be done, "we move to the next village, haste is a priority we must conquer all the villages before they realize what happened to them."
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