Harem Tournament of Champions

Buzz!

[Willow Crik - Terminated]

[3000 points acquired]

[Harem: 6211]

[00:00:00]

"Tia Gran and Hazel Lett win the seventh round!" Kritz announces.

Pulling out the ear muffs Tia had given Hazel, she had a smirk as she nodded to Tia.

Snapping his fingers, the blindfolds dematerialized.

Hazel opened her right eye, smiling as she looked up at the sky.

She was more than glad to have teamed up with Tia.

They were a duo that couldn't have gotten anywhere without one another.

Tia lacked the brute strength and agility without the augmentation from her armor which was prohibited at the time, but could only rely on her wits.

Whereas, Hazel possessed all attributes and was in no way vulnerable except when Tia's final attack would have struck.

Confident in the fact that when she made her final attack, she was in no position to attack and would have to continue till they succumbed, it was risky to rely on such given the limited time frame.

This had been the major reason that prompted her to approach Hazel at the beginning.

[Duel: 0]

[Number of possible harems participating: 0]

[Victories: 27]

[Points accumulated during the tournament: 81000]

Getting to his feet, Hisha flashed a smile at them, pleased basically with how many points he had acquired during the tournament.

"It was entertaining and intriguing how well you humans had been able to adapt well to the changing circumstances of your situation." Hisha commended with a nod.

All humans cheered loudly at the compliment they had received, no matter the casualties that the others had sustained, they were still victorious.

Looking down at the bloody field, he stomached the gory sight of dismemberment bodies, crushed faces, and slashed skin that bled which had resulted in their death.

All harem members got to their feet, and were given a light bow before filing out.

Kritz had his hand facing towards the field, his Sux creating a barrier that scraped through the floor, sealing and gathering up all bodies before squishing them into a pile.

'My very own personal garbage man.' Hisha thought with a mischievous glint.

Looking over to Wae, Hisha walked up to him, stretching out his hand. "Now, about that feast, I wouldn't miss it for anything. How about we get to that?"

Wae's brows twitched in frustration at the offer, disturbed by his willingness to go at the undesignated time.

"My lord, if I do recall, I had said –"

"A day is enough to prepare, we all should go there. I'm sure the other tribal chiefs would be delighted to witness your elaborate feast."

Draegul replied in a low growl with his eyes glowing with a threat, Vanas and the rest glaring at Wae for making their plans ruined and without a way of resisting the call.

Hisha still had his hand out with a disturbing smile, "shall we?"

With his heart thumping hard, he stomached the will to carry on with his plan. "Sure, my lord."

Taking his hand, Wae got to his feet and led the way, having the others reluctantly follow.

"I will join you in a few minutes," Hisha called out with a smirk.

Opening up a portal, he got back into his room to get a few things he had left.

*****

[You forced them to a tight spot]

'As it should be.' Hisha shrugged.

Opening up the portal that led out of the citadel, he walked through it as he met the rest waiting as instructed.

Needing to get there faster, he opened up yet another portal leading to Winst.

"Home sweet home!" He exhaled with a bright smile, looking over at an uncertain Wae.

With a nod of his head at the volcanic backdrops, he gulped at the thought of how easy it was for their overlord to come knocking on their door if he needed to.

"Go on, you all do the honors." Hisha cajoled.

Kritz hid a growing smile at the emotional trauma that Hisha's behavior was having on his tribal chiefs.

Their suspicion levels were raised to the extreme and they couldn't think more than the fact that it was all Wae's fault.

Left with no choice, they stepped in, with Kritz following up from behind and then finally Hisha.

*****

In Winst–Lycan territory,

'Have I ever been here?' Hisha tried to hide his curious eyes at the strange terrain of the Lycans.

The heat was also something he was concerned about and wondered how they had managed to keep a cool temperature living in a place just like this.

[If you haven't, how could you open a portal to Winst?]

'A simple yes or no would have done.' Hisha snapped and rolled his eyes.

Hisha could catch a glimpse of the hateful glares his way as they walked towards the fortress.

His eyes were focused on the little children who were dressed in dirty pieces of fabric barely held together, hanging from their shoulders like a discarded old towel.

Scorch marks could be seen through the huge tear on the left side, which leaves much of the little boy exposed to the elements.

A girl was in a scraggy coat over her dress. A little too big, torn and spot marks on her face and her red hair.

From a quick observation, Hisha understood they were siblings from the similarities in their blue eyes and red hair.

"Get away from there!" A woman called out to the children, pulling on their shirts, ripping them beyond repair which made them wail and reach out to Hisha.

"Please, give us some food." The girl's eyes teared up, wiping at her cheeks and pulling on her younger brother's arm.

Wae stepped in between Hisha and the girl, snarling with his eyes glowing.

The girl retracted her hands, gasping for breath and running over towards the woman with a screech of pain and clutching her stomach.

'What the hell was that?!' Hisha had his eyes linger on the children who scurried away, unsure if he was to confront Wae on what the state of his territory had been reverted to.

"You have some nerve hosting a feast, Wae." Vanas sneered, pulling on his collar with pride.

Wae grimaced at his words but looked away in guilt. This had been partially due to the verdict by Hisha and also his way of building up hatred of his people towards the overlord.

As much as Hisha didn't appreciate any of his tribal chiefs, the children he had seen had struck a chord in his conscience and Vanas' words had mirrored his thoughts on the situation of what the feast might have meant to him.

'This must have been a trap set by him to smear my name.' Hisha frowned but kept silent.

"I had suggested we directly get to my fortress, yet you had given a lovely suggestion to our lord to take a tour around the place," Wae replied with a grit of his teeth, rolling his eyes.

"Little did we know that you were hiding the mess of things in this hot barbaric place." Vanas sneered and scoffed, making his way toward the huge metal gate.

A loud horn was blown upon the watch guards seeing their approach as the door was pulled open.

The five advisors rushed towards the door and bowed to welcome their esteemed guests, Lychief and Overlord.

Draegul watched with a keen gaze on the bowing advisors while making a body count on them.

"Five?" He muttered, looking back at Wae.

Wae's heart almost leaped into his throat as he hadn't guessed anyone would notice the change in the usual number of advisors.

It had been over 200 years since the other tribal chiefs had made an official visit to his territory, the fact that Draegul could remember with such great detail was disturbing.

Shaking his head in a bid to plead to Draegul not to spill on the information at his disposal, Hisha caught on to the signal and raised a brow.

'What is wrong with the number, HTC?'

[The advisors of the Lychief have never gone below the number six, there can only be one unjust reason for the reduction]

'Death!' Hisha deduced with a growing disdain for the Lychief.

"Where is the last advisor?" Hisha cut in with a frown.

The advisors kept their heads bowed, but their bodies were shaking from fear of what this could mean when they would be alone with their Lychief.

Wae sweat dropped at the question, his heart sinking at being caught.

"He's dead due to insubordination, but the lot has not been carried out to get another for the time being." Wae tried to make light of the situation by letting out a little chuckle.

There was a gasp from the advisors as they stared down and tried to maintain their composure.

"Does it look to you that I find this funny?" Hisha snarled with a stoic expression.

*****

A/N

¶ What do you think is the motive of Wae for inviting Hisha over to have a feast?

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