Borderlands 3 Warlord 소설 & 이야기

Felix focused on Cairo Crest, the man who had jumped from the fighter jet. He had a square face and carried an imposing presence. He was clearly no ordinary person as he radiated such a powerful air. Being able to command a fighter jet meant he had to be with the headquarters. After Aiden whispered something to him, Cairo said, "So you're the Dragon Knight working under the Phoenix Warlord? Come here! I am the Tideborne Warlord." Before Xena, there were the Four Great Warlords—the Shadowdragon Warlord, the Warlord of the East, the Warlord of Thunder, and the Tideborne Warlord. Felix had met the first three; today he faced the last.

But he fought, shadows wrapping blades, tearing gaps in armour, pushing back against the tide one breath at a time. Beside him, Harlow struck like lightning, her blade severing arms and throats in arcs of silver. Daryl, pale and swaying, still drove his knife into exposed flesh when openings came, too stubborn to collapse. But the Guild was breaking. Benton’s men fell back in knots, protecting only themselves. Others screamed, scattering. Too many bodies fell. Too many voices went silent. And through it all, one warlord advanced, taller than the rest, armour marked with a crown of jagged bone. His gaze locked not on the Guild. Not on Harlow.

"I know! I've heard of General Landry! He's the only four-star God of War in Northern Biskeland! Trevyn is just a four-star War King, yet he's so arrogant about it. His title as the four-star War King is not even worth mentioning compared to the title of God of War! "Holy shit! He's that great?"

We nod and then make for the trees. Wolves begin pouring from the packhouse, barracks, and other places around the territory onto the battlefield. We have kept about 25% of the warriors around the rest of the pack borders, in case they try to attack from another direction. But the majority of our forces head to the mountain, based on Meredith’s vision from the Goddess.