Chapter 110 - Wayward
The sun poured through the healer's window. Lord Ramsey was lying close to the window. He has just regained his consciousness. He slowly sat on the bed and attempted to stand to his feet but was stopped by the healer. "My Lord, you are still too unwell to leave."
"I can't let her walk free."
"You should be concerned about ridding yourself of this poison before you can talk about leaving." The healer held him back and then helps him to lie again on the bed.
"What are you doing about it?"
The healer hands him a transparent bottle with a red liquid inside. "This is the antidote, my Lord."
"An Antidote? Why an antidote? I hate herbs."
"I know you do, but you need an antidote."
"The antidote reverses the effect?"
"Yes, the antidote reverses the effect."
"I still hate herbs."
"I know that. The antidote administered in time."
"And if it isn't?"
"You will be dead."
...The Orcs' Village...
Isle and his army just arrived at the orcs' village. They have finally come to a halt as Isle climbs down from his horse and headed to the cart. He brought his head close to the cart and then chuckles. He then turned and face his army. "Bring these two filthy out and lock them up. Give them no food or water."
"Oh boy!" John exclaimed.
"We have to do something now," Bonnie whispered. She didn't like the idea of John letting the orcs bring them to their village. She wanted to fight back and there's no way it's going to be possible with another hundred upon hundreds of orcs who live in the orcs' village. She knew the numbers that came to the woods to capture them are not the only orcs Strange Land. They are lots of them and in the orcs' village is where their numbers are many and impossible to fight. ...The East Forest...
The herald has begun his search for John as instructed by Zeus and Ares. He was with one of his servants whom he's fond of and they behave as best friends. He didn't treat him like a slave but like a close friend. They came to a halt near a rock. They mounted down from their horses to rest.
After they have had their rest, his servant glances at him saying, "Let's go!"
"I'm the one that gives order around here, got it?"
The herald doesn't like his fellow mortals telling him what to do. He wants to be in charge and in control when it comes to his fellow mortals.
"Yeah, got it. Let's go!"
Reluctantly his servant ignored him and repeated the same again. He literally has ordered the herald to come with him as he, the slave boy takes the lead.
"I should have you throw in the dungeon. What do you say to yourself about?"
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Standing beside his horse the servant turned and faces the herald. Then he opened his mouth to speak. "Every moment we stay here, the mortal from the world beyond is getting ahead of us making it impossible for us to get to him. Let's go!"
"Oh no, he doesn't learn easily," the herald folds his arms in total disappointment and then walks to his horse.
...The Orcs' Village...
Neena after waiting to hear from John found out that he has been taken by the orcs. She wondered why someone possessed with such great power would let the orcs capture him. 'Why didn't he fight back?' she thought to herself. She appeared before the entrance wooden gate that leads to the orcs' village. Orcs bearing crossbows were at the watchtower. They were three orcs at the watchtower. When they saw her, they have their crossbows pointed down at her as one of the orcs yelled. "State your business witch?"
Orcs have heard of witch Neena and how she has been opposing the gods with the warlocks. They didn't want to join the fight. The orcs drive pleasure in capturing and enslaving the humans.
Neena looked up and with her eyes fixed on the watchtower made of an oak tree. "I am here to see Isle, he has someone that belongs to me."
"Isle will not be seeing you today, come back in the next full moon, witch."
The response of the orc angered Neena. No one has denied her from seeing whomsoever she wants to see. "I hate you orcs," she said blasting through the wooden gate with a wind blast.
The wooden gate was about 20ft tall and was one of the strongest Strange Land. Neena is no longer that powerful as before but she can blast through a wooden gate with the little powers left in her.
On seeing this, the orcs started arming themselves as they charge towards Neena. But before they could get close to her, with a wave of her hand, she slammed them to the ground without touching them.
Arrows were fired at her. Spears were thrown at her but before they could get to her, she will blast them away with a wave of the hand.
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"Bring Isle to me or I will burn the orcs' village to the ground."
Neena placing almost all her powers in John didn't make her a weak witch. She can still destroy an entire orcs' village in the fit of her rage. After all, even the weakest witch can burn down cities and a thousand orcs in the fit of her rage. "Let down your weapons."
Isle ordered the orcs as he makes his way to meet with Neena. He was unpleased with the way Neena invaded his territory. He feared Neena and didn't want to disrespect her; he chose to talk first with her. "Why did you capture him?"
"Capture who?"
Isle knew quite well what Neena was talking about but he chose to play dumb.
"You have someone that belongs to me. You will take me to him," said Neena. She makes her way towards Isle and stood in front of him.
"I have no idea whom you are talking about."
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Neena on hearing the response of Isle grabbed him and lifted him above the ground. A normal human can't do this because orcs are larger in size and can't be lifted above the ground by any human. Orcs are over 6 feet tall and weigh between 230 and 280 pounds.
The orcs seeing Neena's action on their chief quickly steadied their weapons again and have witch Neena surrounded.