Ishakan X Leah

Chapter 67-70

Chapter 67. Breaker of Chains (1)

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The mist of clouds fogged the night. The haze covered the moon, so not even a single beam of light was able to seep through the sky. Deep darkness fell over Estia, shrouding the place in mystery. It was a night where one would be uneasy to go out alone.

A small lamp lit the road in front of the carriage. Its flame was blazing, however, it was not enough to make the pathway visible.

The horseman at the front of the carriages in line, swiveled his head, cautiously keeping watch of his surroundings with his eyes. After many years of experience wandering, he knew enough to recognize when one should never ignore their intuition.

Today, the horseman felt unusually unnerved. He felt an irresistible urge to flee from the carriage and escape into the night. He wished to quickly get out of the dreary forest they were passing through, but the dense trees seemed to be infinite.

Since a while ago, the mercenaries who were escorting the carriages, had been feeling the ominous atmosphere of the surrounding forest. They kept a constant grip on the sheath of their swords, should any abrupt attack occur.

“Bloody hell!”

The horseman cursed as he pulled the horse’s bridle to a stop. He tried to whip them several times, but the horses did not slow down. They continued to whine as if frightened by a ghastly creature.

He was helpless, only able to look ahead of him, terrified. Suddenly, a sharp whistle whipped through the air. The horseman’s eyes bulged at the sound, realizing too late what it was.

“Ahhh, it’s the barbarians!”

He yelled out a split second later, however, the black shadows fell from the sky. They climbed atop the carriages, like crazed beasts, in a cunning attack. Their bright eyes glowed horrifyingly in the dark, and from the light in their eyes, the protruding teeth of their grin could be seen. A satisfied smirk was plastered on their faces.

The mercenaries shrieked and pulled out their swords. However, their reaction was nothing against the Kurkans, who, like lightning, jumped down from the carriage. As quick as they had come, in the next second the sounds of flesh tearing and bodies thudding to the ground was immediately heard. The cracking of bones followed, as the Kurkans wrecked a blood bath amongst the mercenaries.

“Ughh…”

The horseman barely managed to crawl out of the carriage. Around him, all kinds of horrific sounds of pain and slaughter pierced his ears. The shrieks were haunting. He covered his mouth with his hand whilst trembling, forcing himself to not scream. Suddenly, a whoosh of cold air hit him as the carriage that hid his body was turned over.

The smell of death permeated the frigid air. Only corpses lay around him. He watched as his mercenary companion looked up at the sky and then spurted blood, the last the mercenary saw being faces that were just like his. With a thud, the horseman watched, terrified, as he collapsed to the forest ground unmoving. It would be where he would be buried. The mercenary’s hot blood flowed to the soil beneath him slowly, his body grew cold.

Against the occluded moon, the silhouette of a man with a muscular build was illuminated. He languidly glared at the woman who stepped over the bodies, ignoring the frozen horseman and peaked inside an upturned carriage. Undoubtedly, if one saw his bright topaz eyes, they would recognize him as the leader of the pack.

“Ishakan.”

A giant woman handed a tobacco leaf to the man. While she was nursing the others, a slender man diligently searched the wagons with the other Kurkans. The man who had been confirming the faces of the slaves one by one with a lamp to illuminate them, suddenly exclaimed.