Demonic Warlord's Barding Novels & Stories

It was the first time he encountered someone making such a demand. "In that case, prepare to die!" Old Bru's voice turned cold, his aura surging as he initiated the attack. He resembled a sea dragon emerging, wielding two sharp daggers in hand, with a golden spider perched on his back. An invisible force enveloped him, faintly forming a pressure field, unmistakably the Domain of a Lord of War. An intermediate stage Lord of War. Old Bru was formidable, even stronger than Sheila. Facing the menacing enemy, Alexander spat, "Weak!"

Suddenly, with a loud shout, a terrible aura rushed out, suppressing the momentum of the vanguard. "Who is it? Is he a general of the Barbaric Clan?" "That's not right, right? We're also fighting with the generals of the Barbaric Clan. Why are we so far behind each other?" "That's right. They are more powerful than ordinary generals!" The vanguard was secretly shocked. The owner of this aura was a power they had never seen before. A general of the Boorish Desolate Demon Clan with a huge war hammer appeared. He was extremely horrible. As soon as he appeared, he waved his hand and forced back many vanguard soldiers.

The soldiers of Sloria line up in front of the castle. Every one of them is wearing white armor which are the same color as the snow while their armbands have Dmtri’s emblem on them. The emblem is a silver wolf standing on hind legs holding a pair of blue roses. Each soldier is holding a weapon and a strong armor made of iron and steel.

She prepared her nineteen daughter to be worthy of being presented in front of Lord Burdak. Lord Burdak is a knight, he is famous not only in his village but also here. He is a hero who helped the people around him from outside threats. Last month Lord Burdak killed twenty hunters who entered his village without permission. He's not a man to play with. Randu dressed in their village traditional clothes. A garment made of tanned animal skin. In the form of a short skirt and a chest covering whose length does not cover her stomach.

Cladded in expensive things from head to toe but he had a rusty unkind heart. _______________

The maids made some coats and heavy robes for him but none quite compares to the warmth he felt when he draped the warlord’s fur cloak around himself. He supposed Alarick had hunted the animal and tanned the hide himself, he’d be vain and proud like that. The soldier at his side pointed at a lady selling yarn and all kinds of strips and he approached her, her eyes shining bright when she looked up. He smiled softly at her and pointed at the red-wine strip of silk tied to one bar on the counter, and she started to talk fast Maudinian language about how he could take anything he wanted. He took the strip and gave it to the soldier holding a basket of the things he had bought- which the soldier

He was alone. ​He had removed his heavy white-steel breastplate and the terrifying bone-white helmet. They sat on the ground beside him. He was wearing a dark, form-fitting thermal tunic that clung to his frame. He wore a dark cowl pulled up over his head, obscuring his hair and the upper half of his face in deep shadow. I could only see his jawline and his mouth. ​I froze, my breath catching in my throat. ​Without the bulky armor, the Warlord looked significantly smaller. Leaner. The breadth I had perceived was an illusion caused by the heavy plating.

The demon staggered back, but only for a heartbeat before lunging forward with a guttural roar, its speed defying its massive size. The air in the palace felt heavy, charged with the sheer amount of power being unleashed. Kai spun in mid-air, landing a kick that cracked the demon's shoulder, but the creature barely flinched, snapping its jaws inches from Kai's throat in a lethal exchange. The shockwave of a sudden landing sent a violent gale through the corridor, forcing both combatants to skid backward. As the dust settled, a figure stood in the center of the devastation. Morgana stood tall, her massive, dark wings shimmering before retreating seamlessly into her back. She pulled a glowing

whispered Godric and blamed the life with Louis for harboring such absurd thoughts. "Cain!", It came from a stern voice and the named demon warrior grinned and let a ball of fire appear in his left hand. This first encompassed the whole hand, then concentrated on the palm of the hand and slowly the outline of a large sword formed. When the outline was half the size of the warrior, the flames subsided, leaving a sword with a gold holder and a pitch-black blade in which red symbols were set. Godric was about to pull out his banners, but the warrior's exclamation froze him.

Liam swept the green dragon battle robe over his shoulders, and the embroidered creature seemed to stir to life. With each movement of the fabric, the dragon appeared to soar through stormy skies, commanding and fierce. At once, Calum and the armed warriors bowed deeply before Liam, then garbed in the symbol of his authority, and they cried out with reverence, "We, your loyal followers, salute you, Commander-in-chief of Pendragon!" Liam, adorned in a battle robe with a majestic green dragon and golden patterns, seemed to transform before their eyes. He exuded the commanding presence of the Chief of Pendragon, like a legendary God of War ready to shake the heavens and earth.