The Mleccha King gritted his teeth seeing the encampment of Manvendra, the plans to loot Uttar Kuru seemed to be failing.

"Don't worry, king. We have gotten the word that they are far less in number." A minister said.

"How many ?" He asked.

"Around a thousand." The minister informed.

A smirk appeared on the lips of the king of Mlecchas, as he gazed at the enemy encampments.

"But the valor of Arya cannot be underestimated. Wait for night. We attack then." He said. "They won't expect it."

And so the Aryas waited for the entire day while the Mlecchas planned a secret attack. The night had descended, the encampment of Manvendra had slightly loosened their guard or so it seemed.

Manvendra had told his soldiers specifically not to sleep today, for the Mlecchas cannot be trusted, especially in dark.

Lying down on the bed inside his camp, he was still wearing his armour as he gazed into nothingness, suddenly he got alert by the footsteps running towards them.

He sat straight up and took out the dagger that hung from his waist, looking at the entrance of his camp like an eagle, ready for hunt.

The moment the intruder rushed into his camp, Manvendra stood up and threw his dagger at him, which pierced his neck causing him to fall down.

The Raudra grabbed his battle helmet from the table beside and puts it over his head. Then getting hold of his sword from the side, he went outside, which had been unravelled in chaos, Mleccha soldiers had penetrated their encampment.

But Manvendra wasn't exactly shocked, he hadn't expected the uncivilized to fight in a civilized manner.

He saw several of them rushing towards him, Manvendra lunged at them and beheaded some while slit the bodies of rest.

The other soldiers also fought bravely, for they had already been told about this nature of Mlecchas by the son of Vidur. They all were armed and well prepared, they sliced the enemy soldiers by their weapons.

Soon all the Mleccha soldiers that had penetrated the encampment had died, no one was allowed to escape. But the Ashwa-rohis were extremely angry.

"Yudh-jeevi ! We want revenge !"

"Let us ravage their kingdom !"

The soldiers were blazing with anger as they addressed the son of Vidur.

"Don't forget in anger that we are Arya." Manvendra said, "Whatever we shall do, we shall do it in accordance with Dharma." He told.

"Rajkumar is right." Ashwasen agreed and then looked at Manvendra, "Command us and we will obey." He said.

Manvendra nodded and then walked to the edge of encampment, where the settlement of Mlecchas was visible. He folded his arms, gazing at that small enemy kingdom.

"Wait for sunrise. Till then, perform the final rites of these bodies." He told.

The Ashwa-rohis got to the work of gathering the dead bodies of the Mlecchas, and burned them with utmost sincerity.

Soon the sky started to get a shade of orange, and Manvendra was ready to bestow the punishment.

"Bring my bow." He said.

Ashwasen rushed to the prince's camp and came with his sturdy bow, decorated beautifully and stringed perfectly.

Manvendra grabbed the bow and raised it, grabbing it's string. He closed his eyes and chanted few mantras, suddenly a fiery blazing arrow appeared, which was none other than the infamous Agneyastra, the weapon of Agni.

Manvendra pulled string of his bow till his ear, his eyes looking at the eastern direction waiting for the sun to show up

And the moment the sun became visible to him, he aimed the arrow at enemy kingdom and let go of the string, shooting the Agneyastra at the settlement of Mlecchas.

The moment the arrow fell inside the boundaries of Mleccha kingdom, the entire settlement got caught on fire. The Ashwa-rohis cheered seeing it engulfed in flames, it seemed as if the Lanka of Ravan was being burned.

"Now we rest." Manvendra said and walked away.

Meanwhile in the Mleccha kingdom, entire hell broke loose. Every house was caught on fire, not even the king's palace was spared.

"How did this happen ?!" The king of Mlecchas exclaimed in panic.

"It must be the deed of those wicked Aryas !" A minister said.

The Mlecch-raj had barely escaped with their lives out of the palace, with few ministers.

Dhisana also rushed outside, holding the hands of the little girls, helping them out and making sure they were in a safe place.

People came running out of their homes, they tried their best to extinguish the fire, but failed miserably. They were hardly able to save their lives.

"What do we do now ?" The king of Mlecchas asked his ministers.

"We make peace with them. There is no other way. We must offer those Arya something so we can also get something in return. They are known to be generous." A wise minister said.

"But what can we offer, we have lost everything." The king said.

But then his gaze fell over his sister, she was around 18, a young maiden, who would be much sought after, she was all he could offer. After all, the mlecchas despised her and to him she was just a burden.

"I shall offer Dhisana to them. Either way there is no use of keeping her." He said.

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