Novel & Cerita Blood Knights Wow

Five years later… In the desolate border village of Dreadmoor Kingdom, near the edges of the known lands, flames devoured the night. The village was a picture of ruin — homes caved in, livestock scattered, children’s cries echoing across the smoke-choked streets. Dark, cloaked figures moved with inhuman precision, their weapons gleaming with a sickly red sheen. These were the infamous Dark Knights, the soldiers of the dark lord Kal. These dark knights who had stayed hidden for years since the war five hundred years ago, buried in the shadows had reemerged two years ago.

she was too excited to learn everything in a single day. Her learning spirits were reaching the sky. That was a great thing. “There is hierarchy even in pack knights. There are five tiers of knights. The onyx knights or the black knights. They are rookies who are like students; they train hard and learn the war crafts, but are not assigned any important missions. Then comes the topaz knights. When the onyx knights graduate, they reach the topaz knight level. They get less risky work, like escorting the nobles, joining hunts, etc. Then comes the emerald knights who have gained over five years of knighthood experience. They join important missions like wars, escorting the royal family, etc…”

The dragon seemed to be alive, wandering in the sky and being full of evil blood aura. The banner was held by a young knight with full black and light armor. Behind this burly knight, a cavalry troop of thirty or more came with roaring up, like a black evil wind was blowing between the white sky and the earth with great speed, and in the thunder of hooves, the group of knights showed up under the ice-crystal walls of Valley Village soon. As from a closer distance, the ferocity of these knights could be seen. Everyone's black armor was stained with blood. All big horses were black-haired. Under the horsehead were hanging several human heads and they were frozen stiff. Panic-struck expressions

Not even able to use a single complex magic before. “Being a medical Knight is a dangerous position in the Knights Association. Since you are the one that supports a whole squad, enemy Knights will be aiming for you first. Take out the healer of the team, and the rest of the team is handicapped. That is why you need to keep yourself put of the battlefield in a team first.”

Malachi’s voice. "Tonight, we hunt the rarest game in the history of the Sanguine Court! The Architect and his Beast have returned to us! The hunt is open! The grand prize to the one who brings me the Muse's heart!" The walls of the vault began to slide upward. "F**k," Kaelor said, his eyes turning a shadowed gold. He grabbed Aradaa’s waist, pulling him back as the first of the Vampire Knights appeared at the end of the hall, their red visors glowing in the dark.

she then asked in a teasing manner. She tried to assess the person who was seated in front of her, studying his features carefully. Arthur Knight, the CEO of A. K. Media, has a strong angular face and his dark hair was swept carelessly, parting at the sides. Long dark lashes hid pale blue eyes, the shape and colour were a familiar sight to her. The Knight siblings were all blessed with almond shaped and light blue eyes which were similar to Abigail's. He has strong broad shoulders, probably broader than Aaron's and if he worked out as hard as his womanising brother, a sculpted and lithe body should be hidden underneath that white and pristine Ralph Lauren shirt.

Hunters were such a pain especially when they were in a group of more than three. Anna had two daggers that Raphael gave her as a promise to always protect her. Now it was to protect the very family that was in exile. Erik had given Abbey a double edge axe as she loved to swing stuff around. She had learned very quickly on how to use it. Byron had thought to give Kaitlyn a short sword as her arms were smaller and she could swipe faster at it. Belle held the black obsidian spear Zephyr gave to her a few days before she had been exiled. It could retract and fold out when necessary.

The sky split open as Merek’s forces surrounded the stronghold. Not an army—no. That would be too easy. He brought the marked—wolves twisted by forbidden magic, eyes glowing black, bodies enhanced by shadowcraft. Not alive. Not quite dead. And he stood at their head, wearing black armor, Luna’s blood-stained dagger sheathed across his chest like a trophy. Kael stood at the gate, sword drawn, fury barely held in check. “You came to die?” he called out.

Soheila calmed herself and rolled her eyes when she met Theodore's eyes. After a few minutes, Soheila could feel a strong power of defense in front. She could feel the Intense presence of an array. She glanced at Luna and Maximo who had their eyebrows furrowed. It seems like they could feel it as well. Soheila looked in front and saw two knights wearing black armor between a normal-looking door. The knights behind them had white armor different from the knights beside a door.

With the crowds especially dense that day, at a glance it felt as if the night itself had given birth to a multitude of tall, aloof, and elegant spirits. Although Black Knights could rival Archmages in battlefield presence, in the team competition of the Upper Realm Festival, they lacked the dazzling magical displays of Archmages, Dark Priests, and Illusionists, as well as the refined battlefield support of Ghostsmiths and Demon Suppression Officers. When it came to showcasing strength, Black Knights were undoubtedly the most disadvantaged among the six professions. Even so, the most miserable person in the entire Plaza of the Gods… was me. Because without Ghostsmith certification, my only r