STORY OF GLORY : WARLORD

This novel is a translation of the novel entitled "KISAH GLORY : PANGLIMA PERANG". If there are errors in writing and spelling, sorry. Happy reading.***"Howeeek... Howeeek...” The baby's cries were heard big and clear by Avraam who was outside the house. He had been walking up and down restlessly, worried that something would happen to her first child, and really hoped that her child would be born healthy and perfect. "It's a boy!" screamed the woman inside. When he heard that, Avraam immediately smiled with emotion, very happy. After the delivery process was complete, Avraam immediately entered and immediately held his eldest son who was so handsome and kissed him, then gave him a name. “Brockley Leofric! I hope he will become a formidable leader in the future.” Avraam brought the baby closer to his wife who was still lying weakly on the bed. He joked with his wife that their son's face only looked like his father's, nothing from his mother's. Hearing that, Megan smiled to her

Brockley grew fast and healthy. At a young age, Riley taught him to read and count. "What's five plus five?" Riley asked, grinning at Brockley. “Hmm… Ten!” Brockley answered without hesitation. Riley gave two thumbs up. Like a teacher and according to the mandate from Avraam, Riley teaches and educates Brockley wholeheartedly. From baby Brockley until he was five years old, Riley took care of him, bathed him, wetted him, comforted him, fed him and gave him bedtime stories. Riley teaches sitting, crawling, standing, walking and talking. Riley always kept an eye on him all the time and everywhere. If Brockley wanted to play outside the house, she would happily accompany him. If Brockley whined about something, she complied. She never got angry when Brockley was naughty. Never mind hitting, even yelling at him never. She raised and educated Brockley with great patience and tenderness. She loved Brockley as much as she loved her self. When Brockley was eight years old, Riley often t

Herbert then sat down and continued to ask questions. “Has anyone ever come to our house? Tell me, Riley!” Herbert shot his sharp gaze into Riley's eyeballs. “We live in the middle of a forest that has never been touched by outsiders. No one knows where we are. I don't understand, why until now you still detain us. You promised Avraam we would return to the village when Brockley was eight years old if they lost the war. If they win the war, we won't have to stay in exile for long. Our purpose in seclusion is to keep us and Brockley safe. Some of the exiled villagers are just like us. If they win the war, for us to stay in this forest for long?” Riley poured out all his frustrations after nearly twenty years of exile. In fact, that was not the answer Herbert expected. Actually Herbert just wanted to know who was the man Riley loved while there were only three other people in the house. He thought it couldn't be his children and nephew. And if the man was himself, why did Riley snap b

If the two of them returned using the horse-drawn carriage like when they left, it would only take them about five to seven days. Unfortunately, three years ago the horse died despite Brockley's galloping pace. While traveling on foot could take up to twenty days, even more than that. Remembering the figure of Uncle Herbert, then Brockley said wisely. “Ever since dispelling the good prejudice against humans, that's when I understood the meaning of life. All this time I was trapped in the wrong goodness. People who I think are good, actually not all that good." Having agreed, Riley just nodded her head with a faint smile. It was unexpected that with just one incident, Brockley could take a valuable lesson from it. Riley was mesmerized by the words that had just been spoken. Then Brockley confirmed his views and continued in a firm and resonant tone, “While he comes from the ground, he still tends to be good or bad. Therefore, if you are looking for someone who is very sincere, then

The other one shouted with a sly look. "What are you two doing in the middle of the forest ha? You two want to get dirty? Are you guys married? You guys can't be husband and wife because what are you perverts here for!? You are too young for those mothers, young man!” The bald man kept on babbling, asking himself and answering himself. The long haired man stared at him viciously. "Young man, we will leave you dirty here, then after that leave, but leave everything you brought!" The man kept an eye on two large sacks and a small sack. The two of them thought, it seemed that this man and woman were quite wealthy judging by what they brought with them. Looks like they're going to be rich today. Because it had been more than five days since they had caught prey, when they saw the victim who seemed weak, the two people looked very excited. The bald man returned to slashing at nearby branches, intending to bully and scare him. The blonde took out a small knife and whip and fiddled with t