In the next day, Arthur was ready to leave the tribe. He filled his magical pouch with food, water, and all the camping materials he needed.
The city they intended to go to was called Sherekan, and it was far from the Jinzaka tribe. It would take them at least 7 days to reach it, and that was considering everything would go well during the trip, which never happened.
It was troublesome to travel through the desert, as different from the other places Arthur had been, there were no places to stop and rest along the way. The only places he might do that were inside other tribes, but no way they would let him enter.
“What if I stop by the tribes along the way and get more devotees? That would be the best.” Arthur thought.
Stopping by a few tribes along the way wouldn’t hurt, and they weren’t exactly in a hurry to reach the city, so why not?
Arthur gave the word to Mohe to maybe send a few messengers to nearby tribes to spread the word, the faith on Akhur.
“I’ll do that, my lord..”
The idea Arthur had was to maybe get more devotees while spreading the faith. If that worked, then he could use his devotees to reach others, and get more doing nothing.
Everyone from the tribe watches the back of the three people that left the tribe that day. Arthur, Jane, and Wisa. Sully flew above them, scanning the area for potential danger.
“It’s been a long time since we had a trip together. This will be fun!” Wisa said.
She was excited about the trip, as it was getting boring staying in that tribe, only teaching the students. It had been like that since her time in Odemore, and Frostpeak as well.
Wisa missed the days where she could travel and have fun exploring other places. It was one of the few things she missed from her times as an adventurer.
“It will, absolutely. Hey, did you study the tattoo magic from these tribes?” Arthur said.
“Yes, we did. It is quite interesting.”
“Agreed. One reason for us to go to Sherekan is to get more information about that. I plan on creating a tattoo myself, with better effects than these shit ones the tribes have.”
“Really? Creating a spell, no matter the type, is a hard task, but if it is you doing it, then I know it will be possible.” Wisa said.
She wasn’t wrong. Only a few people could create spells, at least decent ones. The spells that most mages knew came from a long, long time ago. In the recent centuries, only a handful of people created something worthy, and Arthur wanted to be one of those people.
Arthur smiled after hearing Wisa. It was nice to receive praises from someone he loved.
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The two days of travel had been smooth, but in the third one, things got more difficult.
First, it was the magical beasts. The deeper they went inside the desert, the more beasts showed up to attack them, and some that were actually quite strong. Arthur dealt with them without problems, but that was because he was a freak.
Another problem was the sandstorms that happened from time to time. The only way to avoid them was to get shelter, preferably in a cave, but caves were rare in the desert.
Arthur created a mana barrier every time a sandstorm came, and that was enough to protect them, but it delayed the trip by a lot.
To make everything worse, a group of warriors that were hunting found them, and ‘kidnapped’ them to their tribe. Arthur allowed them because he wanted to get more devotees in that tribe as well.
“Where are you taking us?”
“To the tribe, of course. We need slaves to build our new temple.” A tanned man said.
The man really thinks they would be the slaves. What a joke. Arthur was already prepared to use his blood mark on everyone there.
After some time walking, they reached the tribe. The warriors had tied up ropes on their hands, and were pulling them like animals.
Arthur did his best to endure his rage, and not kill everyone in sight, especially seeing them do that to his girls.
When they were in the middle of the tribe, with all the tribe members watching, Arthur made his move.
He destroy the ropes that were tying his hands, and said, “I’m Akhur, and I demand your life. Refuse, and you’ll die.”
Everyone looked at him with strange gazes, and the warriors that took them there laughed.
“Are you crazy? Ha ha ha. Akhur? Are you seriously using a myth to scare us?”
Arthur vanished from everyone sight, appearing in front of that man, and punched him, creating a hole in the chest, exploding the heart of that man.
He did not stop there, but did the same to everyone else that had the guts to laugh. A bloody scene in the tribe, and everyone that was all talkative before, were in complete silence.
“Who are you that has the courage to do that to my tribe?” A sturdy man with 2 meters said.
It was the leader of the tribe.
“Don’t waste my time, useless human. I’m Akhur, and I’m here to take over your tribe. Don’t worry, everything will remain the same, but you’ll have to worship me. In fact, it may get better than I often give blessings on my devotees, different from your totems that are just here to take space.”
Arthur wasn’t in the mood to wait for their response, and cast his blood mark on everyone, and the first victim was the leader of the tribe. After that, he ordered the leader to tell everyone to surrender, and as he was marked, it was impossible to say no.
Just like that, a once powerful tribe that lived in the middle of the desert perished, and that event spread. It spread so far that it reached the nearby kingdom, which was the kingdom where Arthur killed the king.
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“Are you saying that this strange celestial looks exactly like this person in the wanted poster?”
“I do, yes. He is older now, but the face is the same!”
A man that had recently fled from the Shukar Empire said to a guard.