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Bingquing turned, "Sister, what is it?" The maid pointed to a soldier who has stabbed a maid in the stomach who was trying to go through the gates. The soldier shouted with his sword dripping with fresh blood. "Long live the new republic." He slashed his blood soaked sword through the air so the blood would splat on the wall in an x shape. The maid shook violently as she watched the soldier saunter away. Bingquing followed his movement with her eyes. "Who is that?" "That's the soldier of sleeping suns. He's an assassin whose known for killing everybody in the h

How could she be so foolish? “Come on, lads. Someone’s wearing a button. I can smell it strong as if I had it under my own collar,” the soldier growled. “It sure is rich,” agreed another. “Yeah, and different. I ain’t ever smelled the likes of it before,” declared a young soldier in need of a hair comb. He drew close to a fellow soldier of equal need of toiletry attention and wrinkled his nose. “Hell, it ain’t you, you, raunchy goat.”

"Here are the best knights and soldiers of the base." The soldiers looked at the Duke and greeted him. They were veterans of the war, the best fighters against the Luriem and the dragon's clans rebellions. If the Duke needed someone strong to fight and chase, he will call them first. After all, they were his comrades and his first soldiers. "Greetings, General," one of the soldiers with five stars in the shoulder advanced. He was wearing a patch on his eye, trying to cover a long scar reaching his lip. "Blake," Liam patted the man's shoulder and nodded, "good to see

They were the elite, the defenders of their realm, and they trained as such. I have assumed the role of their instructor, a duty I take seriously. My reputation as a fierce warrior and a master of various combat disciplines precedes me, and the soldiers look up to me with a mix of respect and apprehension. I have trained many in the past, molding them into formidable fighters. But in this batch, there is one soldier who has caught my attention—Zion.

One of the soldiers pulled out a secure radio, his voice trembling as he spoke to the High Table. "He’s out," the soldier said, staring at the message on the wall. "And he’s not stopping until everything burns."

“But you sure did. I heard you loud and clear. Perhaps you’re one of the people brewing trouble for we honest folk. My wife just gave birth to a bouncing baby boy last night, but guess what? Instead of being on daddy duties, here I am guarding the realm against invaders, yet one loudmouthed asshole has the balls to mouth things off to my face?” “Come on now, there’s no need for a fight. Congratulations on the birth of your son. Don’t pay any mind to Duncan here.” Sally tried to intervene. “Duncan, is it? Well, you be rest assured. I’ll sure be watching out for you, in case you decide to foment any trouble around here. You look like a troublemaker. As a matter of fact, Sally, what are you doi

Yassi heard a soldier complain to the soldier he was talking to as well. "Don't speak like that. The prince will not let Yeran fall into the hands of the barbarians. And even if the prince is wounded he prefers to fight with us. He will not leave us no matter what happens. And I am ready to die for a person like him who has strong principles and love for the country under his father's rule," replied the soldier he was talking to.

"Tell me what you know!" The soldier groaned, his laughter subsiding into a grimace of pain. Blood trickled from his split lip as he struggled to catch his breath. His eyes met mine, filled with defiance and malice. "You'll never get to Swiftclaw," he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "You're nothing but a failure, just like your father. And Swiftclaw will make you suffer, just as he did to him." My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of rage and sorrow intertwining within me. Memories of my father's demise flashed before my eyes, a painful reminder of the darkness that Swiftclaw embodied. The soldier's words stung, but I

The senators, unaware of Alcides' presence, looked on with a mix of fear and anticipation. With precision and swiftness, Alcides closed the gap between himself and the soldier. A dagger gleamed in his hand as he struck with lethal intent. The blade found its mark, sinking into the soldier's back. Alcides, quick to prevent any outcry, clasped his hand over the soldier's mouth, muffling any potential noise.