Chapter 93 GREYROCK , THE NORTHERN WING GRAND LORD ZAIPER Grand Lord Zaiper hummed a tune of triumph as he glided along the labyrinthine corridors .
The cool stones beneath his feet echoed with each step , carrying the promise of a future hewn to his will .
All the hard work he had put in would finally pay off , and he would ascend to the grand throne of Urekal .
My lord , a passing laborer gasped , bowing so low his sweat slicked forehead nearly touched the floor .
Good day to you as well , he replied , his grin stretching really wide ..
Their flinches , the way their heads snapped back to their tasks lite frightened sparrows , were a satisfying tribute .
On this blessed day , his heart was filled with sheer delight .
Once he became the grand king , his next agenda would be to eliminate the law of the four rulers .
He would be the sole ruler of his people .
To achieve such a goal would undoubtedly take years perhaps even cent nail the people would resist him tooth and But Zaiper had all the time in the world .
That was one of the perks of living a long , long life .
Eventually , they would submit .
They had no choice , he would be their undisputed ruler , his word their unbreakable law .
Rounding a corner , the rhythmic clash of the training grounds abruptly ceased .
They were his finest warriors his trusted hidden soldiers specially trained for countless centuries .
They stood at attention , their stances as rigid as the ancient stone of the fortress itself .
Their commander , Razarr , broke formation and stepped forward Zaiper gestured , leading him away from the others .
When they were well beyond earshot , he turned .
Mobilize a select few of them .
Tonight , we hunt to kill Your command , Majesty .
The target ? Razarrs voice was steady The boy , Emeriel .
Zaipers eyes glittered with a cold light .
That wretched boy must die .
The beasts rampage last night … the way it protected the boy … fueled the gnawing unease within him He had tortured the information out of one of the southern wines slaves .
The beast had torn the slave master to pieces for molesting the boy ! For his scent lingering on the boys body ? Forgive me for prying , but wont the beast be killed tomorrow ? Is there still a need to eliminate the boy ? Razarr asked cautiously .
Zaipers eyes narrowed .
My instincts are rarely wrong , Razarr .
Theres something going on with the feral , something inexplicable , and its all connected to that boy .
It makes me uneasy .
Before whatever that is goes any further , that boy needs to die .
He took a step closer , his voice dropping low .
I need him gone .
Very well , your highness .
I will assemble a squad for tonight .
Rarr inclined his head .
Zaiper nodded , a flicker of a smile playing on his lips before he armed to leave .
Choose our finest , commander .
The best of 1/3 Sat , Dec 28 Chapter 93 the elite .
Confusion flickered on Razarrs features .
For a mere human boy 55 % Not exactly .
The slaves convene at the square outside Ravenshadow , this evening .
Strike after , when he makes for home .
The forest offers perfect cover .
If all goes according to plan , he should not be difficult to eliminate .
However , have the elite soldiers on standby in case complications arise..as they did last time .
You mean Lord Vladya ? Even if we combine the prowess of all our men , they would still be no match for him , Razarr stated bluntly .
t I am aware .
That is why the arrows will be coated with dragonblood .
Zaiper smirked .
It may not kill that stubborn beast outright , but it will weaken him significantly .
If he is struck by more than a few , it will surely be fatal .
Hence , I require the elites for this task .
I am not willing to take any chances .
One of those arrows aimed at the boy will undoubtedly end his life .
EMERIEL The evening painted the sky in streaks of molten gold and fiery rose as the sun slipped behind the gnarled trees .
Lost in thought , Emeriel trudged along the familiar path back to the fortress his footsteps soft on the packed earth .

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That bloodfeeding … the sheer intensity of it had seared itself into his to in Now he understood the mistresss reaction Her desperate , insatiable thirst .
Emeriel doubted he could survive a real feeding those tiny , little sips from the beast had been so overwhelming , a wildfire of sensation which had consumed him .
Even now , he could scarcely believe he had fed King Daemonika , although the beast had taken barely a sip .
But that hunger .
Emeriel had practically felt its intensity when the beasts unyielding body began to shake , yet it restrained .
Itself .
As if being careful not to drain him .
A sharp sting snapped him back to the present .
His foot had caught on a root , sending his body stumbling forward with a surprised cry .
Damn ! His muscles , still tender from the previous night , screamed in protest .
Emeriel pressed on , each step sending a fresh jolt of pain through Emeriels sore muscles .
He longed to sink back into the comfort of his bed , but such luxury was not an option for a slave like him .
There he is , a voice echoed up ahead .
Emeriel stopped in his tracks .
Two Urekai soldiers materialized from the shadows , clad in the outfit of assassins .
Hoods masked their faces , arrows nocked and aimed .
His heart pounded like a drumroll before battle .
His gaze darted around .
Another came into view , then another .
His gut twisted as he spun , counting at least ten assassins closing in on him .
Maybe more .
Shoot him ! Instinct surged through Emeriel Sore muscles were forgotten .
He couldnt fight , but maybe , just maybe , he could outrun them .
He bolted .
The assassins , with their bestial pace , closed the gap with terrifying speed .
Arrows whizzed past , their sharp tips a breath 2/8 17:02 Sat , Dec 28 GD Chapter 931 away from tearing his flesh ..
55 % A surge of adrenaline coursed through Emeriel thank the gods for those harsh days in Navia , spent training hard in his attempt to gain muscles .
Who knew it would actually come in handy someday ? Every sense flared alive ; his ears twitched , straining for the nearsilent hiss of arrows in flight as he twisted and juked around trees with the fluidity of a cat .
The little shit runs as fast as a cheetali The assassins snarl cut rough the air , his voice uncomfortably close now .
He must not escape ! More arrows !