Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

Chapter 394 The Bountiful Shores

Sitting upon a throne of heavy iron, a greatsword and great helm leaning over next to the legs, Alisart Cleavster garbed much similarly to his loyal knights, many of them standing around the room and patrolling the halls of the castle, unlike his three contemporaries, who lived in a cave, a small weathered hut, and a simple room suspended above the void, he lead a comparatively lavish existence.

The three other main regions had remained without lords, and some without any populations for a majority of the warlord era of Belliste, even during the golden age of the empire, those regions were left neglected, the Southern Shores and Central Plains held all the ressources, they held the fertile soils, they held rivers, lakes, easy access to the ocean as it was the only region that was not significantly elevated, indeed, the edges of the other regions gave into steep, tall cliffs, improper for any sort of fishing.

Those two regions also had access to great quantities of ores and stone, the south had once been in much a similar state as the plains, locked in constant combat between dozens of minor warlords, as such ,seizing the entire regions and booting all opposition out was a feat none of the other lords could compare to, and that without any special means of power.

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Using the resources available, Alisart ruled over prosperous lands, and built himself a fortified castle, not too great in size, surrounded by moats, it was not exactly comfortable living as it was mostly made with defence in mind, still, it left any other of the royal residences of his fellow lords in the dust.

His face covered in scars, listening to reports coming from the farmlands told by one of his knights, the majority of his people were farmers and fishermen, they formed the heart of this region whilst the knights and soldiers were its bones and skin.

The whistling had grown louder and more repetitive, the rider in white had been but a taste of what was to come, other headless creatures began scouring the countryside, dressed in black instead, always acting alone, the rider in white did not appear again since then, leaving space for his fellows, thankfully, their solitary movements meant that Alisart's knight could always gain enough of an upperhand to force the undead's away, but it was still recent, there was no telling if the headlesses would begin moving in groups.

However, his knights were not afraid of this possibility, not fearing the challenge in the least.

"Perhaps I should marry one of his pyromancers, some fire flinging could only do us some good, don't you think? Ah ah!"

The knight shook his head, knowing very well that this was not going to happen, Aramap had stood with Alisart since the very beginning, he knew his lord very well by now and his type of women as well, Alisart was very much focused on pure physical strength and the wielding of weapons, he admired a sculpted body and a strong spirit.

Which was why Aramap was amongst those who actually thought that his king should either go for a knight, or just relent and agree to Derdlim Maulerd's proposal, as negative as being a cannibal may be, she also had the positive of ruling another major region and being strong.

A ruler should not settle for just anyone, marriage was a powerful tool in their arsenal after all, however, none of the other warlords had descendance, so there really only was the man-eater available for a political marriage.

The knight kept his thoughts to himself for now, and they silently rode into the Central Plains, where it had been decided that they would meet, the warlords here were all weak and without much forces at all, currently alive only because fighting had been made to cease, otherwise, they would be changing every other day.

The place they had chosen to establish their little round table was rather rickety and not at all regal, and as expected, the knight king was the first to arrive.

Soon followed by Irlke Combuscrus, who had gotten some advance as he had made his pyromancers send the smoke message.

Then Derdlim Maulerd and lastly, Jaral Cribler.