Legend Of Northern Blade Novels & Stories

No matter how many masters one has or how talented one is at absorbing the teachings of others, if one is unable to inaugurate the teachings of one’s masters into their own, one would be unworthy of all the attention and grooming. Bloodied Blade arts was a powerful blade technique. It was so powerful that unlike Prideful Sword, it had taken Mane years to fully understand the four techniques that encompassed this blade art. You see, the Blade Lord was different from the Sword God.

Otis and Eilord were on the same side on rethinking this decision while Rhenka, Alene and Mert where at the opposite end. Eilord leaned forward with a skeptical frown. “We can negotiate with them on sharing the trading route-” The warriors barked out their displeasure for that suggestion. The Northern kingdom of Sulcar are known for their ruthless nature and dominance, so how could they bend over backwards for the rogue bandits. Impossible! “No.” Dreg spoke up. “The left that young gamma female’s body at our boarders, taunting us with the fact that they could slip in and out without anyone noticing.”

He did not speak, only unfastened the Northern blue-crystal longsword from his waist and offered it to me. I looked up at him. "My own blade is enough." "This one is different," he said in a low voice. "This is the sword of the Northern Alpha Kings, blessed by the Moon Goddess herself." "I place it in your hands." He took a single knee in the snow, holding the longsword horizontally before him. "From this moment on, you are its master." The hilt of the sword felt burning hot. The Northern blue crystal glowed in my palm. I turned around, gazing toward Black Moon in the south.

Her sight is not that good already, thanks do their unpleasant laugh she can detect where they are. The cutthroat in the middle of the three yawns, “It's boring. Sigh, you are not in your best condition Crimson Blade. Was it because you are already wounded? But you have just a mere wound. I even brought my troupe to face a high ranker like you. Not to face a weakling version of you. Or was is it because of your beloved weapon are not here with you? Rumor has said that it was the legendary sword that our Shizun especially gave to you. The Black Spring forged by best of the best blacksmith. Or was it because your skills rusted already? You even allowed yourself to be wounded. Anyway, if you ar

Whatever the case was, Gerald was sure that both of the items had to be extremely valuable, either in terms of usage or the fact that they could be hiding secrets within them… Gerald’s train of thought was cut short when he suddenly heard Nori asking, “Come to think of it, what was that move you used earlier? It was super powerful!” Nori could still remember how amazed she had felt when she saw Gerald’s red aurablade earlier… “Well… Quite frankly, I have no idea either! It just sort of happened!” replied Gerald as he shrugged. He wasn’t bluffing when he said that. After all, the one who had earlier launched the attack was Jade Infused Blade. With that in mind, it explained why Gerald wasn’t

the legendary figure who had once unified all the tribes. "Alright, sister, I understand," her eyes gleaming with bloodthirsty excitement. "To be myself." "If one day they truly set foot here, dying under the so-called 'symbol of unity'—the King's Blade wielded by their 'divided bloodlines'—will be the most ironic end to their narrow beliefs." Now that's more like it, that's the fitting temperament for the master of the 98th nest. I accepted her blood-stained wolf claw token.

HALIL’S POV Making my way toward the lower armory, I kept my strides long and even. We had a new shipment of silver-laced blades arriving from the northern border, and checking the inventory was the perfect excuse to leave my suite. Getting out of that room was an absolute necessity. The air in there was far too thick, completely saturated with her scent. Nora.

"My lord..." "The Blood Seal has been broken." And the hooded figure lifted their head. "So..." Their voice carried quiet satisfaction. "The heir has opened the First Legacy." They smiled under the shadows. "Then there is no more time." They placed one gloved finger upon the Northern Kingdom. "Send word to every ally." "The game our ancestors began...finally enters its next move.

He leaped from the high battlements, his massive paws hitting the frozen earth of the valley floor with a thud that sent a shockwave of raw Void-energy through the nearest Southern phalanx. Beside him, the Northern Sentinels and the rogue commanders tore into the silver legion's flanks. Their newly forged star-silver and null-iron alloyed blades hummed a sharp, lethal note every time they met Council plate armor. The standard anti-magic runes the Southern smiths had woven into their shields were entirely useless; our alloyed weapons sliced through the metal as if it were brittle ice, leaving behind a trail of broken shields and shattered pride.

"Are you a captive too?" "Obviously," Blade answered in a very sarcastic tone. The girl laughed. "Where are we?" Blade asked. "Cell, obviously..." The girl answered with the same tone as she did. "Fuck you," Blade cursed firmly. "Kidding aside. We're in the north. I just couldn't figure out where exactly from North. I just feel it based on a sweet-ish breeze." "Latiro?" Blade mentioned the abandoned country on the North. "Presumably." "Do you know how much I am sleeping?"