KING IN THE NORTH
CHAPTER 49 Young Blood

Zontuz spurred his dark horse through the concentration of the forbidden forest, the North and the throne of King Alzov was his goal.

The hot blood flowing profusely on his young body made him a creature without trepidation.  Zontus and his horse lunged at whatever was in front of him, even the wild bush in the forbidden forest seemed to split just to get away from the legs of his horse.

Zontus felt the thin fog getting more dense as it entered the forest, the shadow of the dry twigs of thorny pahon looked terrible like giant claws that were ready to tear flesh from his bones. It was early morning but there was no difference because at the bottom of the forest it would still be as dark as night.

A flash of light suddenly shot very quickly followed by the screeches of his horse which turned out to have just lost one of its front legs. The horse toppled to make the body of the rider was thrown into the air, like slamming namum with graceful movements such as floating lightly Zontus back set his feet to the ground.

With his keen instincts, in an instant Zontus managed to scan the slightest movement around him.

Before long a dark figure shot through it from the same direction where the flash of light had come from.

Zontus managed to escape from the incision of the poisonous dagger.

"Witch!" he was so aware of what creatures he was facing.

Zontus took out his silver sword, he was already alert enough and re-sharpened his eyesight.

Zontus began to recognize the black-clothed figure who was trying to switch from one branch to another. His movements are quite agile with a slender and nimble body.

This time the figure was perched on a large branch not far from him, two small daggers glistening on either side of his hand, even Zontus could smell the scent of deadly poison that was waving from the thing.

The dark shadow again glided and swooped down to hit him once more. Zontus had caught a pair of Netra glittering as sharp as a sword full of wrath.

Repeatedly Zontus dispelled the daggers' attacks with his sword, the sound of metal clanking clashing against each other began to enliven the once silent mess of the forest. Although the two daggers were not big enough to fight against the Zontus sword, but the slender body was moving very quickly. His body can be slammed to and fro even had to tackle one of his legs that are less alert, Zontus had almost fallen by the unexpected movement.

But Zontus was quite observant, to face the movement of the segesit he knew only need to wait and read the situation, in a split second Zontus finally managed to snare one of the arms of the creature. The slender body was again slammed trying to break away, but Zontus was also no less agile, he immediately twisted his arm backwards so that he could not move. And at that time Zontus only realized if it turned out she was a woman, a witch who would certainly not be let go of him just like that.

Zontus quickly overthrew the body of the witch. And there was a low groan as Zontus deliberately pressed his chest with a slight indecency while Zontus was already on top of his body. Seringai annoyed Zontus still had time to taunt the witch who was unable to wart between his two hard thighs, but Zontus still did not intend to open the head covering of the creature. He just stared at the pair of bright blue Netra with a very extraordinary and Zontus only showed a faint smile when he realized the scent of magical blood that was quite thick with him.

"Don't try to influence me with your magic, because it's useless," Zontus sneered as he closed his lips to whisper.

With the wrath stirring, the witch was still trying to revolt, but Zontus again suppressed her. Zontus still did not understand, because he never felt like he was making trouble with any witch.

"Look, what you're doing is a waste."

"Don't try to block my way!" censure Zontus later.

Zontus was still not the most staring at the pair of bright blue Netra that did not flinch against him, he was sure it was enough to remember it later, and the zontus again smiled cunningly before returning to release it.

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Defeating Prince James was certainly not a difficult matter for a Zontus, but this time all he had to deal with was the ruler of the North.

The supposedly invincible King Alzov was already standing in front of him this time, but it seemed that it also did not make the young man tremble at all.

"Not only the throne but also your daughter !"

"Take it if you can!"

"Sure !"

"Respect your courage, Young Man."

Still with his extraordinary calm, King Alzov is indeed not a simple figure, Zontus admitted that.

"I will be a leader for my people, not to hide anymore!"

King Alzov again watched the young man before him superbly. Of course, from the beginning, King Alzov realized who was standing in front of him. The smell of blood on the young man had made King Alzov singled out a faint indecipherable smile.

It seemed that the young man also knew enough that only a pure bloodline would be able to give him a pure descendant, of course King Alzov knew why the young man also wanted his daughter.

"I'll see what you're worth to get it, but for my daughter I think you need to handle it yourself."

"Thank you for your daughter's friendly welcome, My Lord," Zontus deliberately described the tone of sarcasm so vividly.

King Alzov only slightly frowned, somehow they had met each other, but that did not mean King Alzov did not know the friendly language of his daughter.....

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