Given that his position was increasingly threatened, Harlino ventured to fight Brockley. There was no way to go but for him to intervene himself. He definitely could not count on anyone this time."General, if I lose, well, I'll remain a loyal senior soldier. And if he wins, I let him be the Commander of my troops." Harlino braced himself.As the deputy commander and having little authority in the military, Hopkin still had to listen to the words of his subordinates, especially by a highly experienced figure like Harlino. Originally Hopkin wanted to summon one of the formidable fighters currently inside the barracks, but he now seemed to have to give Harlino a chance."Are you sure you can beat him?" asked the General with narrowed eyes.Harlino raised his face and replied confidently. "I will defeat him!""If you can defeat him, you will be the new troop commander.""Yes, I will!"After taking a short break and drinking some water, Brockley was then handed a sword weighing six kilos
In no time at all, they were trading blows.Rrtt..."Eghr!" Brockley whimpered slightly as his arm was slashed, had he not moved to evade, his left arm could have been severed.Not wasting any time, Harlino rushed forward as he swung his sword up and down at the head, but Brockley made the same move as before to the black man while slamming his sword into Harlino's sword.Tring!Brockley kicked one of Harlino's legs and Harlino fell forwards, his sword thrown far away. As Harlino lay prone under Brockley's body, that was when Brockley brought the tip of his sword close to Harlino's neck."I can kill you if I want to," Brockley said coldly.Not long after, Harlino raised his hands while saying resignedly, "I surrender!" I surrender!"Hearing the loser's words, Brockley threw his sword so that it landed right next to Harlino's weakened sword. Brockley's sword stood firmly, while his opponent's drooped helplessly.Brockley lowered his head and spoke loudly near Harlino's ear. "Are you gi
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
The trip to Manton Village takes five full days if you use a vehicle. Herbert who is in his thirties becomes the leader of the trip. He was entrusted with protecting the safety of the other four people who were in the horse-drawn carriage. Herbert spurred his horse very slowly while watching both sides of the road. The area they passed through was a vast forest. If they don't know the terrain, their lives could be threatened, either by attacks by thieves or attacks by wild animals. Brockley could be heard crying inside, while Riley had been trying to keep him quiet. Afternoon. The Omra Empire's war troop had already arrived at the southeast end of Arbilis Village. Their War General brought seven hundred troops, consisting of five hundred infantry, one hundred cavalry, and one hundred archers. Meanwhile, the troops from Arbilis Village had also arrived earlier. Fifty women were assigned as archers, while three hundred men as troops wielding swords and spears. If you look at the nu
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
King Avraam repeatedly searched for his son and his entourage but to no avail. For dozens of years he waited for the presence of his eldest son. And Megan, for a dozen years he missed her too. The husband and wife were anxiously looking for and waiting for Brockley. Uncle Herbert had another policy. He decided to return Brockley back to the village when Brockley was an adult accompanied by extraordinary martial arts knowledge and skills. Another reason was that he thought that the Omra Empire must have won the war and had taken control of the village. If he went home now, of course he and the others would just be slaves, or at least ordinary people who had to work for the Omra Empire and pay taxes every month. For Herbert, he had to make Brockley equal to a War General, if not more so. "When are we going home, Uncle?" asked Brockley after he'd just had some martial arts training. His teenage years were filled with daily physical exercise. Not a day without practice. “When you can
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
Riley, who was still in shock and fear, couldn't do anything about it. Truly, she respected Herbert as much as he respected Avraam. She also loved Brockley like she loved her own child. However, she couldn't defend anyone this time. He gave up. Outside the house, around the yard, Brockley was ready. He looked at his uncle and said before fighting. "What is the reason Uncle doesn't want to send me home?" Even though he had not fully recovered one hundred percent, Herbert was proud of himself. "You really want to know the reason, my nephew?" “Just tell me, Uncle!” Brockley said with a curious look on his face. Herbert took a deep breath, however, he was very fond of Brockley. “When you were fifteen years old, I received information that your father had died of poisoning by a royal traitor. Yes, your father was once a king. Since then, your mother was appointed Queen to replace your father's position. Two years ago, your little brother named Grock Leofwine was crowned King of Glory 2.