Orc Heritage Armor Quest Novels & Stories

You should salute first before doing anything. I shake my head as I try to forget what I saw, nevermind. I groped holding the armor to look for that thing and fortunately, I found one hanging behind the armor. I looked at it and it was a rectangular wood with a tie on the top and written on it was Atara.

Though all the portals to the dark realms had been sealed shut Kimora may have returned or not have left in the first place… "Lucky for us, that was over twenty years ago if I'm not mistaken. The last account of Kimora may have been a mistake if you ask me" Jade tosses a ball and catches it mid air, heaves a huge sigh and confessed; "You've said this story like a million times and no matter how many times I hear it, it is still thrilling to hear it once again". "Jade, all is not what it seems and that's why you are trained to control positive energy and not dark matter in case it returns we will be prepared" said Hentai.

“Even with your belly ripped open, you still cling to life.” Bending down, Huang Fu brought his face within a mere inch of Xiu Jian’s bowed head, close enough to hear the ragged, desperate gasps of his foe. Huang Fu’s eyes gleamed as he watched Xiu Jian grimace in unbearable pain. Scarlet trickled from Xiu Jian’s temple, sliding down toward his eye. With a swift motion, Huang Fu reached for the sacred blade at Xiu Jian’s left hip—the legendary sword sheathed in a scabbard adorned with golden dragon carvings.

George confided in David, persuading him to abandon his risky allegiance to Arinthal and join their valued mission to protect the innocent. Steve betrayed Aryndor's trust, deceiving him by revealing the plan to Arinthal in exchange for more dollars. Keeping the potential threat in view, Arinthal, alerted and ordered his men to seize Aryndor, George, and Anderson immediately. However, Aryndor had already set his plan in motion, and the trio had taken action. Meanwhile, Lirien had secretly concealed a sharp shard of mirror in her bra, preparing to use it as a last resort for self-defense in Arinthal's bedroom.

"Come on, don't play games in front of us, you three brothers; let's not buy any more time." "Tell you what, Madam Deputy Leader, if it's true that you have a son, please provide the DNA test results, place of birth date, and finally present the child here right now!" Calvin challenged, looking fed up with the conversation of the three brothers, which he considered to be an act.

It was the first time they met. “Finally, you've come, Andy.” “Who are you?” “I am Soraka, who serves you and all the descendants of the Great Dream. I was cursed by him for damaging his creation and killing three of his sons. After a long battle, I lost and was finally cursed.” The Soraka that Andy saw was not as frightening as he imagined; the figure appeared in human form, with peculiar ears and large black wings behind his back. Soraka's face was also handsome, with silvery-white hair.

The geezer quickly said fawningly, "Lord Lazuli is naturally worried about you, my lord. That's why he sent this armor over. It isn't just Noble grade—it is endlessly sturdy and enforced with defensive wards. Not even a rank ten Ether Lord can hope to pierce it!" As he finished, he took out a pill that shone with pure white radiance, and Ches' breath turned rushed as he exclaimed, "An Ether-grade blood pill too?!" "Indeed." The geezer smiled. "There are only three of such pills in all of Zoronda. As long as you aren't killed instantly, you can heal rapidly no matter how grievous the wound is! With this armor and the pill, Caleb Crawford is delusional if he hopes to defeat you!"

I took off my cloak with one swift turn. It revealed the standard black livery the Order provides. This one is a new, the latest design from a wardrobe that I had picked. It was lighter than most but durable and workable with the linen fabrics weaved by the fine hands of Kivans - The royal seamstress of Ailech Kingdom, renowned for their adept skills in their crafts, especially of combat garbs. My chest is covered with a silver-plated corset that is used for protection. I had one too, a heavy iron-plated shoulder on the left of my shoulder where the largest wound still inflict its pain. I must have it protected as I can no longer afford it to be hindering me further. My leather belts wrap ti

She later made me wash off my face and asked me to pick a warrior garb with a cloak from my wardrobe. After wearing a leather jacket over matching fitted pants. I picked a hooded cloak that I had worn when Dane was officially celebrated as the alpha of the Northlanders. It was a Tyrian purple color with the emblem of the Northlanders embroidered with white and black thread on the spot where the breast pocket ought to be. The buttons that lined the front flap from the throat to the hem were pure gold and it all clung to my body like a second skin.

She held it up. Keondra looked down at her armor, scabbards, quiver and arrows. She sadly collected them. “Thank you.” “I will help you if you still wish to continue in your quest.” Keondra looked at her. “Verdugo is still alive, I can feel it in my soul.” She said. “And I am going to find him, and kill him.” She put on the quiver and scabbards while Hilda quietly watched. “I need more arrows, it can be dangerous out there.” She turned to Hilda.