MAGE WARS: Sword of Solace의 모든 챕터: 챕터 131 - 챕터 140

It took a while for Drom to realize Harmel's presence. His eyes rolled slowly until he caught a glimpse of him holding onto the door, tired, on the verge of a collapse. Drom quickly forced a smile, trying to mask his unease, " aren't you supposed to address me as my liege?""Liege my foot! Get down there, you big oaf! Commander is waiting for you, he has been here... For the past two damn hours you big mutt!"" Okay okay! I'm going... no need to get all aggravated, you know your intelligence reduces when you are angry right?!""Haha so funny...just like that crown hides all the stupidity under that hair, I'm even surprised a human being can survive that long without a brain."Harmel treated Drom like a friend rather than his king, and Drom wanted it that way. They would spend all day cracking jokes and making fun of themselves, and it was tough for them to act all formal in front of others. Harmel gave Drom a perennial stare, noticing how his smile quickly faded. He knew he was faking

The army swarmed into the castle. Thomas Milner fought them off alongside Alexander Xermia and Sigrid Hermon. Julius Aldeim was up against Jrue Deryleen, but he was the first of the twelve family leaders to fall to Deryleen's blade. His arrows were no match for his tempo. He dodged them handily, at long last he ran a blade through his throat and off he went, off to the dead. Arthur Callusios was up against Tyndale. Brute strength against brute strength. He managed to land a hit on the tyrant, using all his martial arts skills to weave and bend himself to make the bump, but it had little to no effect. Tyndale grabbed his leg and snarled it like a twig. He fell to the ground yelling in anguish. Tyndale stepped over him and clamped his face with his hand, charging up a blast that rendered him headless in a matter of seconds. Alicia headed for Drom, Daito still beside him, emotionless. Anato appeared in front of Alicia's path, blocking her "That's the wrong way darling," he said, pucker

//…………………………………………………………………………………………………….//“I hope you fancy a little bit of history lessons,” the king said, sipping his wine elegantly. Judysat at the other end of the corner, Uncomfortable and tense. That did not bother the king in theslightest, he continued to say, “You see, history has it that the first Alchemists, the followers ofthe founders Cythis and Bevana were once considered a cult. an evil one for that matter, somewere hoping that they could be eradicated and done away with. At first it was a small following,consisting of only five families, my family, The Vonners, was among those five.Soon enough, after the entire Kingdom got hostile and began a violent denial against Cythisand Bevana, the rest of the family fled, renouncing their beliefs on the founding. all of themabandoned Cythis and Bevana except the Vonners. My ancestors are loyal to them, and theywere promised the Kingdom after Cythis and Bevana succeeded, and succeeded they did. myancestors were named r

They were correct copies of each other, and their eyes, whereas being of inverse sexual orientations, were strikingly comparative. He might tell this was Jrue's sister right away. He drawn nearer the position of royalty and fixed the ties that held his robe in bind behind his back. The holy people ran to him and gotten it when it dropped to the ground, anticipating it from touching the floor. As he observed Jrue drag Lora to him, he sat within the center of the position of authority,FIVE YEARS AGOTyndale entered the castle, his gaze drawn to the magnificent art of architecture. He walked through the throne chamber, the tips of his fingertips scraping against the banquet table in the room's center. Charger, Raider, and Lancer, the three saints, trailed behind.Jrue Deryleen, his lieutenant, emerged from one end of the room as he approached the throne. He was wielding his dual blades, which he had wrapped around Lora's neck. He drew her closer to the dictator.Tyndale looked at the tw

He moved insanely fast for a man of his stature. All Lora felt we an unrealistically powerful force driving her to the ground. She landed with a thud, her head bouncing off the moldy floor. Needle-like pain reverberated across her skull. She lost her orientation, the world began spinning. As she tried to straighten to her feet another powerful blow landed across her frame, knocking the air out of her lungs, sending her spinning and spiraling across the floor. She collided with the wall, breaking her momentum. Jrue swung his twin blades with malicious intent. Though it wasn’t him succumbing to all those terrifying blows they were so brutal that he felt the impact of his raw strength. Before his blades could gain momentum he was rudely picked off the ground with an inhumane tackle. He was driven to the wall, the impact so violent it pushed the bricks out of position. Once he was pinned to the wall a flurry of punches started coming his way. The iron-like knuckles dug into his face, he