How Many Warlords Has Luffy Defeated Novels & Stories

His hands were bloody from the bear he helped to hunt, but the adrenaline was still pumping in his veins, fierce believers of an invisible enemy. The only threat to the country nowadays was the occasional ice bear and packs of giant wolves that plagued the villages closer to the mountains. No war, no battles. Alarick spent the last seven years making himself known as the scariest warlord to ever been born, and it paid in respect and fear from his enemies. He didn’t need to be here to kill these animals. His soldiers could very much deal with it. He came just for fun. Besides, he knew people liked seeing him around. It gave them the feeling of protection that he was very much glad to provide.

“Four.” The lives of innocent people are on the line. “Three.” The honor of every warrior on both sides is riding on the defeat of one pack and the victory of the other. “Two.” The outcome from today's events would either clear a path to my revenge or be the driving point to my downfall. “One…” “Wait!” I paused in my words and we all turned out heads to the young warrior who stood 3 feet away from us. Sweat covered his skin and heavy pants fell from his lips. He’s one of the warriors we left behind at the pack.

Orvil laughed like a kindly grandfather and the sound of joy reached the ears of every shivering mortal, beast, and alien creature of his dominion. "Do you know how many times we've fought over the years? That man and I." Orvil said after a full 60 breaths of his booming laughter. "9,623,874,691 times." Vina answered, sure with the statement with no shade of doubt whatsoever. These were the exact count of all the battles that she had partaken a share of. With every five trillion eons, a battle would ensue between all Lords of Reality in creation to determine a shuffling of power and more than that, to showcase the endless Grand Dao in a melee of champions.

I went to meet the chief of the army to discuss strategies and when I arrived I heard what made me confused. "Are you telling me I can have only a maximum of three thousand warriors?" I asked angrily. "You see the fact is we are fighting with six kingdoms all at once and it is putting a heavy strain on our army and that of Westeros. We are fighting with Sussex, High Gardens, Togwart, Nicaragua, Nevermore and all of those. Men are at the war front as we speak of fighting, we have recorded some success I some battles and massive losses in others. That is all I can give you I am sorry," He said and left.

"That's what I'd say." We move to the war room. Maps spread across tables. Donovan makes calls while I pace. Marcus first. Then Sarah. Other allied Alphas who've stood with us before. "How many warriors total?" I ask. Donovan tallies numbers on paper. "We can muster 100. Maybe more." "Against Lucian and how many?" "Reports say he has 30 corrupted wolves. Plus Clarissa." The math is clear. We outnumber them. But numbers don't mean much against ancient dark magic.

The Dwarf Commander had shared some of the meat among the Rogues and Lycans and it was apparent that they were celebrating something. The same thing that stung my heart like seven crooked swords. Just today alone, the Lycans and Rogues had raided three Werewolf Packs and had captured 80-plus men. That number would have been greater if some of the Werewolves hadn’t escaped. We were losing this war. And as the Queen, I need to do something! It’s time to meet the other fake Rogues amongst us.

It would be safe to say they have the numbers. The warrior Lycans Lyros has brought up himself, offering personal training and horrifying tasks to carry out, don't number up to ninety. Eighty-seven to be exact, and we can't go to war with that number. Killing a hundred werewolves will be something easy, but the other Lycan kings, those of the south, west, and east respectively, do not share the same opinion Lyros does.

The Witch King did not dare to look up at him. The fake emperor’s eyes were narrowed into slits with a glint of coldness flashing within. “Relay my decree! Central Warzone Master Baron Von Doom, Northern Warzone Master Caestus Rembrandt, Eastern Warzone Master Gaia Amatsu, and the Third, Fourth, Fifth, Sixth, and Seventh War Gods are to leave five million troops to confront the Lycantroops marching from the west! “In this battle, victory is the only option!” The imperial guards immediately sent out the orders.

Apart from the Yvantonian Warriors, who had been wiped out by Yutaria, most of the Warriors from other countries had been killed by Lyanna and Nina. Out of 400 or 500 visitors, only less than 200 were left. If the battle went on, everyone in the opposition stand would be dead after a day at most. … After returning to Yutaria's base camp, Luigi stood up and asked a middle-aged, "Mr. Gallo, have you noticed that there's something strange about the Dramonian Warriors?" For two days in a row, Luigi had been watching sharply. He couldn't understand it. The Dramonians looked like rookies, but they seemed to transform into different people as soon as they started fighting.

Swenson nodded and rose to his feet to head to the Tinsley mansion. In the mountainous area where the border of Clouriv and another prefecture-level city was located… Kayson, Chase, and Bryson were entering Clouriv soon. They were very close to Warren right now. Although Kayson was only a pre-celestial fighter, he was a lot faster than the remaining two people. “Captain Rivera, those who attacked Captain Kline and the others are all warlords, right?” asked Kayson. Chase nodded decisively. “Yes. All of them are Warlords.”