The villagers flocked to get the extra help from Drogo. They couldn't believe that someone had come to rescue them. While he distributed grains and vegetables to them, he started poisoning their minds by speaking ill about the king and his sons and his tax policies.
"The king wants us to die in poverty!" he said loudly to a large group that had gathered around him. "Why can't he understand that all of you are reeling under poverty? Did he have to send the princes to collect taxes all the way to the north? How much of you people can give him and how much of his treasury would fill? This is not about taxes!" Drogo pointed as his chest rose and fell while studying the men and women in front of him. "This is about something else. The king doesn't like humans who have settled on his land because we are of no use to him now. He says that this land belongs to him and his children, but we have spent so many years tilling this land and have made it our home."
"You are right!" Gastuj shouted from his place. He was sitting behind all the men and women.
"Our generations have spent their blood and sweat on this land, not only by being his blood bags, but also by harvesting crops for him. We have contributed in filling his treasury. And now—" Drogo narrowed his eyes. "Now we are asking for our share. The king has to give us what we rightfully demand. And we demand this land!"
"Yes!" Several men shouted from their places. "Yes, we want this land. It is ours!"
"But there was a treaty in place," one of them pointed out. "If we fight and rebel against him, wouldn't it be a violation of the treaty?"
Drogo gritted his teeth. "What treaty? Are you talking about that treaty that was hundreds of years old? Times have changed. We will no longer remain as their blood slaves! We want our freedom."
"Yes!" Many men whooped in the air. "We want our freedom. Enough of his atrocities!"
"Exactly. We can't let them torture us every time they want to," Drogo added fuel to the fire. "We are going to fight against them and snatch what belongs to us."
"But how are we going to do it?" One of the Elders of the village asked.
"For that I want all of you to unite with me," he said. This was the right time to strike. The iron was hot and he could shape it according to his will. "If you unite with me, we can take down those princes and chase them away."
"But vampires are very strong," the Elder pointed out. "They can't be taken down easily."
"I am not a child," Drogo replied to him. "I was the leader of the rebellion and I know how to tackle the vampires. All I need is your support. If you will support me and help me, I will be able to fight this war of justice, but if you are unwilling, then even God can't help you!"
A wave of murmur rose in the crowd. From the corner of his vision, Drogo saw more and more men and women were joining. He smirked and thought, 'Look Lazarus, I bring you a fresh wave of rebellion. Wait and see how I bring you down.'
"We are with you!" said the man. "We will support you. You have come all the way from the capital to help us and it would be foolish of us not to realize your sacrifice!"
Drogo took a satisfied breath.
"So what do you want us to do?"
Drogo scanned the entire crowd. He was going to use all of them even if they thought that he was mentally choosing one of them. He pointed out to the tall and burly men in the crowd and said, "I want you all to come into the meeting chamber of the Head of the village. I will tell you my strategy out there."
There was a general wave of excitement. Some of them asked if they could join to which Drogo replied that they would join later. He had to create that aura of importance that he was so used to.
Once inside the meeting chambers, Drogo started explaining to them how to take down the vampire guards. Once they would be down, the princes would be forced to leave. Outside the house of the Head, people had gathered and they were all waiting excitedly for the instructions.
The meeting lasted for two hours and by the end of it, all those who were in the meeting were fully charged. They came out and separated people into groups. They were supposed to attack the vampires during the day when they slept.
Once all the plans were made and the people went to their houses, Gastuj came to Drogo. "You have convinced them. Pretty remarkable!"
Drogo smirked. He was a veteran at that. That was his quality. His confidence soared and he forgot all about Avice. He was sure that he was going to take down the vampires and once he did that, the news would travel to the palace. The king would be very happy. Though Drogo wasn't expecting any gifts from the king, at least his message would be sent. And the message was that he was against Lazarus. The king was surely going to need a lot of his help because he didn't want Lazarus to be on the throne. Who knew that he would ask Drogo to come and spend time at the palace and discuss how to take down Lazarus.
He couldn't sleep well that night as he waited for the day to rise. All the men were already ready in their places. He asked them to wait until the sun rose a little higher in the sky in order to ensure that the vampires had slept and then strike them. This was the surest way of taking them down. He looked at all the villagers. They were armed to the tee.
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