Rise Of The Horde 소설 & 이야기

The Supremacy War was 50 years ago, this solidified the hierarchy between the soldiers. The need for exotics increased to the point that relationships with countries were strained. They would eye each other’s exotics or resources. This escalated into a great battle and all hell broke loose. During this period of war, the big 5 rose into power as their high-grade warriors spearheaded their offensive. These warriors bulldozed and massacred millions of soldiers. Countries fell almost every week, as they lost their high-grade warriors. They solidified their dominates during this period of chaos, as they spread terror of the high-grade warriors throughout the planet.

It was only the beginning of what came next. My kind was only called to rise when there was a large enough threat against the Goddess' creation. When monsters stopped hiding in shadows and evil grew bold enough to build empires in the light. That was why I had risen again. The realization settled over me like armor as I circled Vladimir, my paws scraping across centuries-old cobblestones slick with blood. Phoenix fire rolled over my fur in slow, deliberate waves, its warmth kissing my skin while the cool night air brushed against my muzzle. The scents of smoke, iron, magic, and blood swirled together until the battlefield carried a smell I knew all too well.

Ragnar said, "The disciples of the Eight Ancient Sects of Holtrien have already entered the battlefield one after another. Good. Once they're all here, we'll wipe them out together. We'll completely end the bloodline of Holtrien's ancient sects. From then on, no Eastern martial artist will ever stand against the Dark Clans again. And this feud that has spanned thousands of years will finally be erased." The forces attacking Azure Gate were primarily werewolves, vampires, and the sirens. Aside from Marcato, however, none of the sirens' top fighters were qualified to stand alongside Jorge and Ragnar. Hence, no one came to discuss strategy with the two progenitors. They simply obeyed orders and

Two wolves clashed in the heart of the ruin—one golden, one black, their teeth bared and eyes blazing. And then, she heard it. “Liora… a greater storm comes.” Her mother’s voice, soft yet laced with sorrow. “This time, even I may not save you.” Liora’s eyes snapped open as the fractured moon flared crimson. Far away, in the Blackwood Mountains, Darius growled to his followers: “Prepare yourselves. The time of balance is over. The era of shadows begins anew.” And in the Southern Plains, Solan smiled coldly.

They got up, becoming an undead horde under his control. “[Haunting Dead].”

A twist in their necks followed immediately by a cracking sound and they all slump to the ground like a bag of potatoes. Helios, who is still in human form picks up the burning torches and throw them through the windows of the building. I hear screams as parts of the building catches fire. The hoax works and one by one, Clyde’s men come rushing out of the main door. They shift into wolf form as they do, trying to outrun the heat from inside the building but it is too late for them. For the moment emerge from the metal swing doors of the packhouse, my pack and I attack, tearing into their necks and jugular veins.

Calla put her foot on his head and roared loudly again. All the Riders looked at the head of their leader under her foot. A horrific look appeared on their faces. They all exchange looks then bowed their heads in front of Calla. Wind started blowing like a storm was about to come. With a strike of the lighting, all the Storm Riders disappeared.

A single terrifying roar rose from the valley below as hundreds of heavy iron shields slammed together in unison, forming an unbroken gleaming wall at the mouth of the pass. Through the high windows of the war room, the first physical wave of the horde finally breached the choking fog of the pass. They were smaller than the scout entity they had fought days prior but far more agile, skittering multi-limbed horrors crafted from hardened obsidian skin and liquid shadow. Their hollow, featureless faces burned with a desperate starvation-driven violet light as they scent-locked on the living warmth of the army. They slammed into the interlocking steel tower shields of the northern warriors like

I had nothing to say to people like him who looked down on others and thought everyone was after their money. I turned around, but suddenly a wave of dizziness washed over me. As I staggered, my vision became worse. I couldn't see. I tried to steady myself, but it only got worse. Darkness washed over me. I grew weaker and weaker until I was no longer in control of my body. Slowly, I felt myself collapsing to the ground. I thought I was going to hit the hard floor, but a pair of strong arms caught me as I fell into them.

The first ray of dawn had barely pierced the horizon when the war horns sounded. Their thunder rolled across the valley like the roar of ancient beasts awakened from centuries of slumber. The time for negotiations had ended. The prophecy had divided every kingdom. Now, steel would decide what words could not. From the eastern ridges, the Alpha coalition emerged in disciplined ranks. Hundreds of banners snapped in the wind, each bearing the crest of a different pack that had chosen fear over hope. Warriors clad in iron armor stretched across the valley like a dark tide.