Lmanburg War Mga Nobela at Kwento

(Lorenzo's POV) The war with the Lombardis was a grinding, muddy affair, slowing my vengeance for Amelia to a crawl, but in a strange way, it also tempered me. The white-hot, destructive rage had cooled into something colder, harder, more patient and infinitely more deadly.

"I totally understand you Cornell, but she was born for this reason, she knows the best." Luther said to Cornell. "I gathered my armies for this war, to fight against our enemies and not to make friends with them." "They are not just your armies Cornell, they are also my armies, Luther's armies and also this kingdom's armies, stop talking as if you did anyone a favor for fighting to gain peace for your kingdom, for our kingdom." Laga said.

He guffawed loudly, “Haha! Is there no one else in Somerland? Why did you send all your trash over to die? When Mason is dead, we Falconians will trample on every inch of Somerland.” “Really? It's a pity that you won't have this chance. Go to hell, you mongrel!” An indifferent voice rang in the man's ear. Meanwhile, the Falconian felt a pain in his chest. A dagger had pierced his heart. Then, his tall body collapsed suddenly. Such battle scenes could be found all over this old-growth forest. This was a tentative war initiated by Falconia. Over the years, Falconia would occasionally launch small wars to test the strength of Somerland.

Myan shifted uneasily on his seat which was located at the front row, giving him an eye-to-eye contact with Signor Gosbald, the long bearded dwarf. "The special forces ascribed to unearth the causes of the Century-long war have pegged the cause of the conflict that lasted for roughly a hundred years on y'all - the Necromancers and Inyangas, Elementalists and Tofras, too and for that reason, to keep all of Wabrook and the world safe, we will be going through series of activities quickly." A warm wind blew into the Chamber of Duties upsetting a few blue, spiral binded documents that were held in Gosbald's thin hand causing him to go silent as he reached to the ground for it.

Merlius recalled with traces of nostalgia on his face. “When we were sixteen,” he continued. “…the war broke between Aeolian and Thessalian warlocks. It is thought that Chaister and Lertellan were meddling, scheming and plotting between the tribes to cause the conflict to escalate. Whatever the real reason behind this conflict, the truth is that war happened, and it was a long and heavy battle, bloodshed and carnage between the tribes.

“Mr. Morgan, I joined the force seven years ago as a traffic keeper. The day I joined, a fellow human sprinted up to me and urged me to stop a young demilien following him, but before I could act the demilien sped away. The man was never seen again. Do you know who was the demilien that slipped from my hands and killed a human in cold blood?” “I can hardly guess…” Kane said, abusing every ounce of his will to keep calm. “It was you Mr. Morgan. I could never find any evidence of your wrong doing but I do follow you. People you hate have a tendency to go missing suddenly.” “You think so earthling” Kane said, dropping his casual mannerism, “then prove it.” This was a war. A war of right and wro

I stepped forward and took it. "Lombardi, you better be the man she thinks you are. Because if you aren't..." he said, a dark smile tugged at the corner of his lips, "I’m a very vengeful man." Vincenzo let go of my hand, and smiled as I grabbed the ring box and tucked it safely into my pocket. He turned back to his brothers, "Raphael, Adriano, get the word out to the streets. The war with the Lombardis is over. There is a peace treaty being signed in blood. Anyone who interferes answers to me personally."