Novel & Cerita Paladin Game

“Ten million. Usually fifteen, but I give you a discount. For our cherished friendship.” I blanched, looking at Jodie for some explanation or a confirmation that, indeed, this was insane. Ten million for what? Instead, I received nothing but a stone-faced severity. “Start talking,” Elian muttered. “Quickly.” “There is a poker game. Two days from now. Port Bellagio. Very elite. Very exclusive. Very particular buy-in.” “What’s the buy-in?” Galli sniffed. “Something priceless. They are playing for things money cannot buy. Lost artifacts. Paintings. Jewels.”

They knew that they were outnumbered. Some pilgrims even prayed, as it was their last time to live. Paltiti paladins unsheathed their swords, which had been imbued by dark magic. The paladins fought at the frontline, while the black mages stayed in the backline, chanting powerful curse spells. “Jeremiah, stay close to us! We will protect you at all cost!” Jayden ordered. Jeremiah nodded obediently, this was the first time that he had an agreement with the brothers

They were his allies in this game, and together, they would execute the plan flawlessly. Little did Horacio know that he was walking into a carefully orchestrated trap. Max had meticulously planned every move, every conversation, to manipulate him and expose his true colors. It was a game of psychological warfare, and Max was determined to emerge as the victor. The night wore on, and Max's mind buzzed with anticipation. The stage was set, and the battle had begun. He would navigate through the intricate twists and turns of this revenge, leaving Horacio shattered in his wake. With a renewed sense of purpose, Max raised his beer and proposed a toast to friendship and loyalty. His friends clink

“No, but....” “Clean?” a Paladin with olive skin, black hair, and hazel eyes, seated at the other end of the table, asked. “No.” “Make clothes? Knit? Stitch? Take care of animals? Hunt? Fight? Anything?” another one asked in a playful tone. He had soft blue eyes, red hair, and freckles all over his face. Ayla’s shoulders slumped forward. “No.” “Then you are useless,” the Paladin from her left said. “Better feed her to the wolves. A good Myrthanian is a dead one.”

"No one in the palace can open the gates aside from the mages, Nemesis and Wyre. The chief of the paladin, Silver, Lupus and Winter. So I can guarantee you my lord, everything is going well." Hamlet is a big bulky guy. He's not that big, but he's a lot bigger than me and the king. Among the paladins of the kingdom, only Hamlet uses a spear instead of a sword. He has braided hair on each side of his head, his hair is a little longer, almost touching the ends of his ears. The years he had lived is really evident on his face. He looks as old as the king but a little relaxed than my father.

“That’s a real thing?” “It is. I’m not a competitive person, but it brought it out in me and I used my personal money to sponsor the team.” Archer laughs. “There are teams in robot fighting?” “Yeah. It takes a team to build. That’s, uh, how I met Jacob.” “Your ex?” Wrinkling my nose, I nod. “You are such a nerd, Quinn,” he laughs. “Is that your biggest confession?” “Yeah, pretty much. Do you think of me differently now?”

James and Henry had been through all sorts of battles in the past. Meanwhile, Yelena was Durandal’s princess and had also witnessed a lot in the past. Thus, she was not afraid of these armed mercenaries. The leader walked over and stood in front of James. He took out a pistol and played with it in front of James with a smirk. “I heard the Dragon Palace is newly established and has been active in a few areas recently. However…” His face darkened, and he abruptly raised his hand, pressing the pistol on James’ forehead.

It raised its sword and a second after that, all the skeletons stopped moving. (Different from a death knight, this version is not only stronger but it can also use magic.) “What is that thing?” “I’ve never seen it before.” “A death knight? It looks different.” Mumbles from the people behind him were filled with their confusion. Of course they’ve never seen one. Death paladins were high ranked monsters after all. It was rare enough to meet a death knight. “That’s a death paladin. Be careful, it is strong.” A random Hunter spoke up. He was wearing a dark green cloak that covered his head, concealing a part of his face. On his chest was a Hunter tag. It was bronze, a Champion rank.

The reporter questions him, and the camera zooms in. "Yes. There is no restriction on it, except the contestants can not be bitten and claimed." What is going on? I look towards the maid. "You didn't know? After the king had died, Alpha Prime Darius took over. He's holding a sort of game, a trial for females between the ages of eighteen and thirty-five. He's looking for his Luna." I didn't know.

In his hand was a spear made of pure sunlight, the weapon of a Council Paladin. "Found you," the giant boomed. His voice sounded like grinding metal. Jax, the General, didn't hesitate. He swung his massive axe, but the Paladin moved with impossible speed. With a flick of his spear, he sent Jax flying into the stone wall. Jax hit the ground and didn't move. "General!" I screamed. Zade stood up, his shadows flaring, but his body was still weak from the poison. He stepped in front of me, his fangs bared. "You’re a long way from the Capital, tin man."