Zectas Volume VI: The Delusive Realm of Mictlan by John Nest

Author:John Nest [Nest, John]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jawz Publications
Published: 2017-02-28T07:00:00+00:00

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Summoned into Prince Matalim’s tent, Meneur performed a sobering spell on Tritank. She froze Tritank’s legs and expelled the alcohol from his system.

Only then did they begin to formulate a new strategy for the Ork’s attack. It took them a total of six hours. The delay was mostly caused by Tritank debating Meneur’s proposal. Thankfully, Tritank’s arguments were shut down by Prince Matalim. The Supreme Leader of the joint armies sided with Meneur, as she was the most knowledgeable person against the Horde.

On the other hand, Smoke kept silent the whole time. The knowledge of Tritank being Tristan’s brother percolated in his mind, but he had no idea what to do with this information. So, when they had finally formulated the plan, Smoke begrudgingly obeyed Prince Matalim’s orders. Along with everyone, they began to disperse to their designated positions.

Yet, as they did so, Tritank called out to Smoke. “Hey, Faux! I don’t know what’s going on, but you seem really pissed at me?”

“He just knows something’s wrong with you,” answered Trottel.

“Butt out of this fur-face,” replied Tritank.

Smoke let out a ball of fire in his right hand. The spacious tent immediately felt hot and stuffy.

“Duke Tritank, please do not instigate any unnecessary altercations with our allies,” reprimanded Prince Matalim.

“Smo—Faux,” interjected Eleve, pulling Smoke away and canceling his fireball by crushing it with her hands. “Come, let’s step outside.”

Smoke was rushed away from Tritank and was followed by Ouragan, Meneur, and Cynar.

“What was that about?” asked Cynar. “Is he giving you trouble? Want me to beat him up?”

“Cynar, don’t fan the flames,” said Meneur.

“Looks like found some reliable allies,” said Ouragan to Smoke. “Leaving you here to face the Orks by yourselves doesn’t seem like such a bad idea now.”

“You were worried?” Eleve asked Ouragan. “Faux is after all my student. I stake my title as Magietrois on him.”

Surrounded by four Zectians who were truly concern for him, Smoke’s anger slowly faded.

“Thank you,” said Smoke. “Sorry about that. That guy just rubs me the wrong way.”

“Don’t sweat it,” said Cynar. “You shouldn’t let someone get under your skin like that.”

‘Like with you and Wertlosvati,’ Smoke thought to himself.

“But don’t worry about us,” said Smoke to Eleve and Ouragan. “You guys think about yourselves—”

Before Smoke could say anything else, Eleve slapped him hard on the back. “Don’t get conceited! We’re still far stronger than you!”

Eleve clicked her tongue. “Come on, Ouragan. Let’s leave this smart-ass alone.”

With that, they left Smoke in the encampment. Even with the joint armies gone; he still had Cynar, Meneur, the OrkElves, and the MaduHai Orks with him for company.

Before the Thanotl Kingdom and Vitzytl Kingdom armies left, they were tasked to put up several lodgings that resembled the huts of the MaduHai Orks, as it was part of Meneur’s plan. But mostly it was because she detested sleeping in anything other than an Ork hut.

With only a little more than twenty-four hours left, Smoke asked to be left alone for a while. He pushed the irritating Tritank out of his mind and focused on the upcoming battle.

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