Lords Of Mercy Mga Nobela at Kwento

The gravity of the situation was unmistakable, and it was clear that Marcelo's patience was running thin. The guard, shaken to his core, dropped to his knees, his voice quivering as he begged for mercy. "I'm sorry, boss. Please, I'm sorry." His pleas filled the room, a desperate attempt to ward off the wrath of the man holding his life in the balance. Marcelo, his anger barely contained, nodded with a menacing air. His free hand moved to his mouth, fingers rubbing against each other in agitation. He had discovered a traitor within his ranks, a betrayal that stung him deeply.

At his command, two mercenaries immediately charged at Liam with a dagger in their hands, stabbing at Liam's arms. However, Liam stood in place without moving a muscle. He did not even bat an eyelid. Joseph and Albert, who were next to Liam, were dying to jump into action, so they rushed out in excitement. However, Liam stopped them and said, "No need. I'll do it." Joseph and Albert retreated to their original spot and stood quietly. Right at that moment, the two mercenaries rushed up to Liam with a ferocious expression, stabbing their dagger at Liam's arms each. At the same time, they shouted, "Go to hell!"

They have just returned from the other world to recieve the blessings of the druids before they begin their good good work’ Immediately, the castle door swung open and the crusaders came in. The first of them was Slaemann who in every inch looked the leader of the crusaders. Despite his handsome features and luscious smile, he was a very deadly man when it came to things like wars. In fact, it was him who brought honor to Aberdeen many years ago when he was eighteen by defeating a whole army. He was a vampire, a wolf, and an expert at handling the sword. His confident gait also said that. Thirteen rock-faced men watched belligerently from his back with their swords at the ready.

"They won't find the mist. The iron took it." "The iron took the energy " Jasmine countered, her tone sharp with the reality of a soldier who had seen too many tactical retreats turn into massacres. "It didn't take the hatred, Elara. Aaron’s people spent years building this frontier to get away from the mages and the wolves. Now their lights are out, their defensive shields are. They’re sitting in the dark with the Blackwood remnants hiding in their hills. Who do you think they’re going to blame when the sun comes up?"

As if their educated opinions ever counted for anything. During the debate the Provost mentioned how medieval lords hired mercenary troops (landsknect) who employed "double pay" men (doppelsoldner). That hit a nerve, "You know, somebody called me doppelsoldner this summer." She got the reference and laughter a bit too hard, almost choking on her brie.

And then it all stopped. Gentri was panting as if he’d run a thousand miles where he sat before me. Tiny laid lifeless on the floor behind him and I wondered if the man was dead. The shadows of fear still very present in my trembling body, I dared a glance behind me. Where the Merdendi had laid, a victim of cruelty, he remained. But no cruelty was visited upon him. Around him men laid unmoving, bleeding and broken, pain visited upon them without hesitation. And beside him a man stood. He was not much different from most warriors. His hair was long and black, his height average, and his beard overgrown. He’d come a month ago and stepped out of the chaos of the hierarchy, and with him he took

Her eyes opened and she gazed upon Lucius' people: from big, slimy-looking creatures to ogres, trolls, witches, and any wicked people you could ever think of. She gulped down, "Oh Goodness." She whispered to herself and averted her eyes from the audience to the priest. The head of the council—portraying as the 'priest'—have been talking on how the first king killed thousands of mortals, how the second king called a truce with the mortals and how the peace remained constant for thousands of years. The three of them stood at the huge balcony. While the audience are standing outside the castle walls, gazing up to the couple.

" we haven't heard anything about your families and friends , And you have been reported missing for quite sometime ...." Loveth cuts him off quickly " I am an orphan and I happened to be sold to a mercenary by my foster father . So kindly move on to something else. I no longer have business with my past ." Loveth crossed her legs as she waited for the next question even though she knew she had given too much information to the public and right now a part of her solemnly regretted it but it was too late already . " So lastly we hope you will honour our invitation next time ."

Blood steamed on the cold earth. Mercer defenders fought fiercely—arrows rained, blades slashed, formations tightened again and again—but Damian fought like a creature that had forgotten what mercy even looked like. Every time they tried to slow him, he cut them down. Every time they tried to push him back, he tore through their center. Every time a guard shouted “For Lady Sereia!” another fell beneath his sword. The clash spiraled across the foothills in a violent tide, Vitale green and Mercer crimson staining the soil until it turned black.

Eluvene said. Galian looked at the Dark Mage. “Betraying our God?” Eluvene shrugged. “I am loyal only to myself!” Orcs and mercenaries went to Godefray, surrounding him. Battle axes were in their hands, and Godefray tried to grab one. An Orc punched Godefray, and he fell on his back but rose fast. His knees were shaking, and blood was coming out of his nose, but tried to grab another battle ax. Powerful hands shoved Godefray. His back bumped into a mercenary. The Paladin spun on his heels and the mercenary hit him in the stomach. Another hit him in the back, throwing Godefray to the ground.