Necron: The Legend Of Rezar DeathWind

Of all the answers she could give, he wasn't expecting that, and for some reason it made him feel… warm? But never the less he didn't feel the same, he couldn't, not after what he's just discovered. It was hard to tell who or what he was right now, there was just so much questions and no answer, because he was sure that even Darkness herself wouldn't be able to answer that question. Because he could see that she was no different from him. A being that shouldn't exist within the bounds of what could be considered normal, a fucking experiment.

"Now you know what you are, I'm curious to see how you will deal with this and how you will grow. In that regard I won't tell you anything more than I've said, it will be up to you to live and handle your future in whatever way you can. But before I go, I should give you a lesson, consider it a mother's gift to her child.

No kingdom lasts forever Rezar, and it's the mistake you've been making in your previous lives, to think that what you're building is untouchable, but it's not. The path of a king is one of war and growth, but not all wars are fought on the battlefield. You must affirm your path, you don't have to know who you are, or why you were born, you just have to know that you're king and acknowledge that fact in all its entirety. Kingdoms and empires don't last because that's all their leaders ever wanted to build; and empire or a kingdom.

If you want Morte Bianca, and your shining city by the sea to thrive, then you better not aim to build a kingdom or an empire…. You should aim to build a universe. Of course that's impossible, but the bigger the ambition, the firmer the foundation, and the longer it lasts.

Everything dies, even what you're building here will come to an end, but what sort of death it would be, is totally up to you my child. You're already on the right path you know, War bends for you, Life falls for you, and my sweet dear boy…. I will always smile for you."

And then she was gone, and the restriction that held him completely faded away into nothing, and he was left there with his thoughts, until Gynaika came looking for him.

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3 WEEKS LATER

Rezar grumbled in annoyance as his fingers grabbed a handful of leaves, before pulling back with his strength, but once again the vines snapped and the ever elusive potatoes bulb remained firmly stuck in the ground. He was half tempted to blast the damn thing to smithereens, digging a hole in the ground. But that would ruin the harvest and cause unnecessary problems for the underground farms they were currently above.

He shifted his gaze to the left where his King's guards could be seen hanging a fair distance away, now it included not just the Kitsune's, but Muriel elves and their lanky silver horned forms. It was harvest time, and while Rezar was not required to be here, he missed the sun and he needed to get out for a bit. He needs to make a journey to the former goblin King's seat of power, but that journey is three days away at his full speed, he was feeling a bit too lazy to head there, but given that Gynaika was wrapping things up there for him, he would say he has earned himself a reprieve.

The farms were quite expansive, past the area where potatoes were planted, he could see a vast stretch of golden wheat stalks, there were scarecrows that breathed fire and patrolled the entire perimeter of the farm, courtesy of the Muriel elves, and then there were tiny tracks that led the crops harvest down to village itself. Once there was a processing plant and a massive warehouse, and following that was a significant amount of people moving about, though most of them were goblins.

The white goblins were pretty stupid, but they were pretty handy when it came to cleaning and making sure the village was in top shape, apart from that, they were awesome when it came to household chores. But since they were monsters generated by the dungeon core attached to the Spire, they couldn't leave the vicinity of Rezar's territory and after the defeat of the Goblin King, that territory became really, really large.

The military was going well, the Necrotic forest wolves and Necrotic Giant fire Ants have ended up as mounts for the new divisions. The Samurai's being trained in the barracks developed a fondness for the ants, which surprised Rezar as he expected them to prefer the wolves as they were much closer to a traditional mount.

Never the less the samurai were an infantry unit, but with the inclusion of the giant ants they became a Calvary unit that were extremely agile on the battlefield. And weirdly enough both the ants and the wolves don't have the problems the white goblins have as they could actually leave the territory. The Hobgoblin Spawn key wasn't accepted by the dungeon core for some reason so Rezar had to sell it, he got a whole 5 platinum for it, which was shocking, who knew spawn keys were so expensive.

The pier and the temple of death… his so called mother was currently under construction, it would take the territory another week before both would be completed. With the Muriel elves here things were moving on a lot better, in the end Rezar realized he wasn't building a fantasy city, but what he would actually a modern city. And with magic and a creative imagination everything could look a lot better and be stronger. But he was bored, and a lot of people knew it. It wouldn't take long for Necron to get upgraded to a town, and when that happens, it becomes a whole other ball game.

Rezar was waiting for the Upgrade, because after that was done, he would be heading south to those Merchants, but not to introduce himself or make a deal like he originally intended. He was going to see what they were about, how the built and managed their city and learn from it. Diplomatic stuff would be left to Priest and Gynaika, as it stands he needs an adventure and a town built by merchants seem like just the place to go, as above all else, they were bound to have information about the things he needed to advance his race.

"Your Majesty!" Rezar heard Alistair's voice calling out to him, he turned to the Muriel elf and asked.

"Alistair my fine man…. what's up." Alistair fought the urge to roll his eyes at the unkindly greeting before adopting a mask of seriousness.

"Your Majesty there's a Hobgoblin at the entrance, he says he's name is Tristian, formerly known as the Goblin King. He's asking for you sire." Rezar raised an eyebrow as he cocked his head to the side and then asked.

"What does he want?" Alistair paused and then said to Rezar.

"He says he has come to offer a King's surrender…. And that he comes with a warning."

"Oh! A warning about what?" Rezar asked as he began to march in the direction of the soon to be dead Goblin King, depending on his mood.

"The Apocalypse Sire." Rezar paused.