After speaking with the princess, Lucius and his followers lost all sympathy for their King. Lucius scorned the King after all what he had heard. It seemed that there were still monsters among monsters, even within the dark forest. Using his own daughter as a sacrificial lamp was an inexcusable offence. And while he still remained in his angry state, a messenger run into the camp from nowhere.
"What do you want?" Lucius calmly asked.
The servant made a low bow to Lucius and began to speak.
"The king of the Ying tribe wishes to speak with you."
"My Lord, this is good news. Perhaps he's finally admitting defeat."
"It doesn't matter what he's intentions are, he's going to die this afternoon."
When Lucius appeared before the King, he remained still, without uttering a single word.
"So, the rumors are true indeed. You really have come back to life. However, I want you to know that times have changed and I would not….
Slice!
Lucius disappeared in an instant and suddenly appeared behind the the king with his sword drawn out.
And the head of the king dropped down unto the ground like a ball. Sir Criston was shocked to his bones. He had failed to even notice when Lord Wesley drew his sword. As expected of the legendary hero.
After Lucius' victory over the Ying tribe, news about him spread throughout the entire dark forest. At first, the news was met with skepticism and disbelief. How could their greatest adversary, a man whose name was spoken in hushed tones and with bated breath, now seek unity and fellowship?
Yet, as the message spread from clan to clan, carried by whispers of the wind and the creatures that moved in the shadows, curiosity began to replace fear.
Realizing the potential for a future unlike any before, representatives from the various monster clans including the elves, beast-kin and several others began their journeys toward the place where the hero had made his abode-a fortress in the middle of the great forest, where the ground flowed with riches and prosperity.
With a representative from each clan, a meeting was held to discuss what would happen next.
"Now that we have everyone's cooperation, why don't we commence the rebuilding of Westeros."
"Where do we begin my Lord?" Asked a young dragon.
"This forest possesses a lot of minerals we would need. Everything has already been planned out."
With everyone eager to commence, the labor was divided among all the clans according to their capabilities. The humans in old Westeros too immigrated into the dark forest. And as the building commenced, it became evident that each monster community possessed a unique ability that could contribute to the construction and management of their new country.
Within a matter of weeks, brick houses had already been erected. The forest was peaceful, and everyone already felt they were living the dream until a new disaster approached them from the shadows.
A pigeon flew down from the sky towards Lucius with a little note. Lucius realized the message was from Ginny and took the little note from the pigeon. He let out a loud sigh and opened the note. This would all have been simpler if there were cellphones in this world. The difference between his world and this current one was the presence and absence of magic and technology in this world and his former. Both were highly essential for the daily livelihood of its citizenry.
When he rolled open the little note, his eyes instantly bulged out of their sockets by the little piece of information he was looking at.
"The High Orks are coming!"
"High Orks?" He repeated the name.
Those huge, ugly green beasts with axes. Those were the monster she was referring to? This world really had a lot to offer didn't it.
Lucius immediately alerted the clan leaders of the impending battle. Everyone immediately armed themselves with all kinds of weapons they could find.
An hour later, an army of Orks had lined up in front of New Westeros. As they glared with angry faces, their leader walked into the light holding a very scary axe. He continued to walk forward until he arrived face to face with the hero. His giant body in addition to the enormous amount of mana leaking out of his body caused the atmosphere to grow heavier and heavier.
Everyone everywhere in the great forest could sense the enormous mana pouring out of the High Ork. Some of the civilians could do nothing but scream their lungs out in fear. If this was the great pool of mana the Ork leader possessed, then there was nothing they could ever do to resist. After all, the hero himself was just a man. Some of them even began to regret their reason for following the hero into a death trap.
Even if he really was the legendary hero, there was no way he was strong enough to take on an army of High Orks on his own.
A young man called Park Grizzly was the most bitter one among them all. He had managed to survive through hell and was doing just fine. Not that he was proud of the manner in which he lived, The poverty, the dictatorship rule from the capital, the harsh and unfair treatment and much more. His list could continue if need be. Even achieving a three-square meal became a mere fantasy.
And then the rumor began to spread. The rumor of the legendary hero of Westeros, Lucius Wesley. The man who became the anchor humanity's survival. The man whom monsters trembled as the sound of his name.
He himself wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen the legend eye to eye. His appearance was exactly as he had seen on the portraits. At that moment, the flame from a dead lantern re-sparked within his heart and he believed that the gods had really answered the prayers of Westeros.
But now, things had taken an unexpected turn. Ever since he resettled within the dark forest, it had just been issue after issue, war after war, news after news. Park Grizzly buried his face within his palms after losing all hope of survival, until he heard an unfamiliar sound.
Stab!
Uuggghh!
Park Grizzly suddenly lifted his eyes only to see the divine sword pinned into the stomach of the Ork lord.