Legend Of Northern Blade Novels & Stories

On the highest mountain in the woods, as the wind blew strongly rustling the trees, and the blue rays from the full moon illuminated the landscapes and grasses, two figures could be seen, completely naked speaking in hushed whispers. “It’s getting worse by the day. I am worried about what to do. Blood will be shed…. lots of it” One of the two figures, the female who was still sweating and panting after hours of running in the woods. Her companion shook his head slowly, and wrapped his arms around her. “It won’t get to that my love. I am sure it won’t’

“The blade was coated in hyllap, a little addition of my own as a contingency plan. With the amount I had on the blade, it will bring down a fully grown mountain giant.” “Since phase one is complete, Lieutenant Norian, what are your new orders?” Brend asked. “We need to wait until after dark to assault their campsite, our orders from the prince were to kill Rex and to retrieve that traitorous Dilo and the filthy Assarian,” Norian said, getting to her feet and looking at Brend’s squad, her eyes hard. “Very well,” Brend replied, snapping a crisp salute and nodding to his squad members. * * *

All three of them stood ready for battle, not giving an inch. Norvin’s expression darkened. Rays of brilliant light shimmered on his Infernal Blade. Even though it was daytime, onlookers could not open their eyes due to its piercing light. It was a manifestation of his inner energy as a Martial God. However, he did not attack immediately. Given the situation, Andrius was also a Martial God and would be able to hold him back for a while without problems. Meanwhile, Tyrell, Wade, and the others would be able to slaughter the Swallow experts. It would be a hopeless ending with only Norvin left.

Happy asked, and Snow placed her hand on her forehead. “Something... someone is in danger,” she muttered. Her head hurt. The voice had returned whispering thoughts into her mind. They were too loud, too much to comprehend. Something wasn’t right. She had seen something she shouldn’t have. It was a blonde. There was a sword made of wolfsbane in her hand, and she had slashed through a female werewolf’s gut. The girl was curled up on the ground in pain. “You can’t save them. You can’t save her. You can’t save anyone,” the blonde muttered. She moved fast, and in a blink, she was standing in front of Snow, plunging the sword into her chest.

It was indeed true that the Legion didn't have enough to its name to match the bet. Narrowing his eyes, Lawrence said, "Assuming we agree to engage in this deathmatch, if Ashton loses, the Dominion Vanguard will have full control over the northern frontier, which is currently under the Legion's control. The Dominion Vanguard will even take over the northern commission. "Does that satisfy you?" His words shocked everyone. The northern frontier was basically the extent of the Legion's current power. If they lose it, the organization would essentially exist only in name. The northern frontier was the base of the Legion's operations and the place where the organization was founded. It was where

Chapter 111 – Northern Embers The summit glowed softly under the first light of dawn. Rowan stood at the edge of the highest peak, eyes scanning the distant northern ridges. The fires from previous skirmishes had long since faded, but a new tension had begun to stir, subtle yet undeniable. Lyra approached quietly, her hands brushing over the stone railing as if feeling the mountain itself. “Something is moving in the north,” she said, voice low. “It’s organized. They’re gathering fire and weapons, preparing for something larger.”

" I looked back at Vane, the silver light flaring to life in my eyes. The Northern battle ended. But a much darker, wilder game was just beginning. "Prepare your warriors, Vane," I commanded, my voice echoing with pureblood authority. "We ride for the Lycan badlands."

Countless streams of blood began flowing toward the blade, merging together at an increasing speed. Within just a few breaths, a vast sea of blood churned above Gideon's head. This sight struck terror into all who watched. What Gideon was about to unleash was the blade technique called the Blood Moon Tempest. During the war between Naesbrey Fortress and Brightbane Sect, countless lives were lost, and blood flowed like rivers. Though it was not yet nighttime, the sheer amount of bloodshed was enough for Gideon to forcibly execute this legendary blade technique. "Go!" Gideon swung his massive blade.

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.