Greed All For What Chapter 936

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Ragnarok doesn’t think that Xigger will give up. Sauron probably doesn’t know much about Vampires. If he did, then he wouldn’t be so carefree. The iron fur pack has made an enemy of an ancestral vampire. That can’t end well.

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The Iron Fur pack returned to peace and quiet. They resumed their daily life and were not disturbed for weeks. It was the peace before the storm. Ragnarok thought so and was making preparations for the storm that was to come.

Meanwhile, violent waves surged beneath the scene. The storm that concerns the Iron Fur pack is focused around the new ancestral vampire that the demon God of Carnage created.

Somewhere far below in a series of tunnels is a dark cave. This cave is void of life at first glance. There was nothing in the darkness but the smell of death and blood. But if one could see in the dark, then one would see several figures attached to the roof of the cave.

These figures are upside down with their feet touching the roof. They have dark robes covering their figures and they are unmoving. They attached themselves to the top of the cave because beneath them was a path that passed through the cave. Unaware travelers will pass through the cave ignorant of what hovers above them.

They could be asleep. That could explain why they are unmoving. Or they could be dead. That can also explain why they are unmoving. These people are both dead and sleeping. They are dead during the day so they sleep during the day. They come alive at night. And it is almost nighttime. The sun officially set on the surface and it was then that these people awakened. Their eyes opened suddenly to reveal crimson eyes.

They fell to the ground and righted themselves. Their cloak stayed close to their figures despite the acrobatic spinning they had to do in the air to make their feet touch the ground first. They looked at each other and communicated wordlessly.

“There’s only 6 of us.”

“Master isn’t here. It seems he didn’t return yesterday.

“Where is the master?”

They are troubled by the fact that their master is not with them. He is usually with them by the time they wake up. Their master doesn’t need sleep as much as they do so he is usually awake by the time that they wake up. They are just new fledglings. Masters don’t usually leave fledglings while they are weak.

The 6 of them were confused by the absence of their master. Their confusion only increased when one of them fell to the ground. The one that fell began to shake and toss. They jerked around so that their cloak was removed to reveal a Warrog. A blood-red light began to effuse from the Warrog on the ground. The Warrog’s body shifted and changed rapidly. Then the light died down and the figure stood up. It was Xigger that stood up not the one that fell down.

He said to his fledglings, “We have work to do. Follow me.”

Then he took off. The remaining 5 followed wordlessly after him. They have so many questions but they don’t dare to ask. They used to be Alpha Warrogs so they know the use of discipline and their position in the hierarchy. Becoming a vampire spawn has only reinforced the need to strictly follow the protocols of hierarchy.

Someone higher up the hierarchy in the society of vampires can compel the lower-ranked ones to do their bidding. Xigger is the highest in his lineage. So he can compel everyone in his lineage to do whatever he wishes. That includes using their bodies for his resurrection.

The 6 figures sped through the tunnels and navigated them with expert precision. They soon reached the surface. They came out through a tunnel very close to a certain mountain range. Xigger didn’t stop there. He has a destination in mind so he went there directly. He used to be a pack leader in this mountain range so he knows his way around.

“I just need to feed and grow stronger. Then I will be able to beat that Sauron. I have immortality. I can die as many times as needed so I will surely be able to beat him at the end of the day.” He said to himself.

That is his current aim. He wants to grow stronger and revisit the Iron Fur pack. He isn’t going there right now. He will first look for prey to feed on and strengthen himself. Then he will return when he is confident of his capability of exerting revenge.

A voice spoke to him, “Is this really necessary? You’re the first of your kind. You can do better than this.”

The voice came from within his mind. It wasn’t his inner voice that spoke. It was a different voice from his thoughts. Xigger didn’t flinch. He recognized the voice that spoke to him. It was the same voice that offered him a deal for power when he was at his lowest a few years ago.

“I have to exact vengeance. I lost everything. I lost my mates and all my children. I lost my pack. I was made to wander the world like a homeless fugitive all because of that dishonorable Sauron. All my loved ones were hunted and killed. He must pay for what he did to me. One as dishonorable as him should not be a pack leader.”

The voice sighed. It said, “Mortals and their stupid aims. You can achieve greatness but you don’t try to. Instead, you cling to the loss of the past. Set your mind upon greatness. Let go of the shackles that bind you.”

“You promised me vengeance.” Xigger insisted.

The voice relented. “Fine. Do whatever you want. Then you must fulfill your portion of our deal.”

Xigger promised. “Don’t worry. I am honorable. I will fulfill my promise.”

The voice laughed. “It’s not like you have a choice. My Will will be done whether you like it or not.”