Strange Adventures Of A Broke Mercenary นิยาย & เรื่องราว

They had the resources, the contacts, and according to rumor the means to move people past the Citadel wall. The closer he got, the worse the world looked. Charred metal. Burned-out trucks. Scorched pavement. Bones half-buried in the ash. He found them near sundown. Three mercenaries sat around a barrel fire inside a crumbling fueling station. Their rifles leaned against the wall beside them. One cleaned a blade. Another lit something wrapped in foil. The third watched the road. Tunde stepped into the open. Hands visible. No sudden moves. One of them stood. “Don’t move.”

I growled, my voice layered with a low rumble that wasn’t entirely human. A figure stepped from the shadows, masked, lean, and wrapped in black fabric that absorbed the moonlight. Another mercenary. Emon's dad still had loyal dogs. “Funny,” I said, wiping the small line of blood from my cheek. “Your master didn’t tell you his empire’s fallen?” The man didn’t reply. He lunged. Fast, but not fast enough. I sidestepped, grabbed his arm mid-swing, and twisted until I heard the satisfying snap of bone. He screamed and I threw him into a tree with enough force to splinter the bark.

Allistair POV It feels like I’m floating through pure darkness. I can’t feel anything around or under me and its starting to freak me out. Where am I and why can’t I see anything. Ok, let’s not panic and start thinking this through. For a second I cant even remember my name let alone what the fuck is going on then all of a sudden everything comes back in a rush. I’m in a dungeon on Blood Moon Pack territory where my supposed father and brother are keeping me hostage. Well this blows monkey balls.

This was precisely where the rift had been, he was sure of it. But there was only grassy earth where the hollow crack in the land had once been. He sat heavily upon it, balling his hands into fists. “The rifts are all gone,” said a strange voice, one Atticus couldn’t quite place. He looked up, scrubbing his sallow face and blinking blearily. Looking at the stranger was like looking straight into the sun. “They’re gone,” he said again, and Atticus decided the stranger was, indeed, a he. “Red Ripper is gone; so too are the nasty side-effects of their dangerous magic. The rifts were cracks in the very fabric of the world. No Red Ripper, no rifts.” He shrugged.

So it was easier to discern the order in the sky than farther north or farther south, where everything would seem more chaotic. A fallen angel... enshrined in moonlit seas. Only because he is a fallen angel, everything is full of sad … But that fallen angel had one chance in life that she was given. The roots of the law controv

(Flashy Adventurer) The Flashy Adventurer reactions describe what an enormous fortune any adventure stand to gains when they operates in Aeternum. The Newly posted works causing a havoc in the Guilds everyone was busy getting their missions, the similar scene also happening on the Mercenary guilds. Starting from that day, Adventurer and Mercenary was going in and out New City, they don't care all of them want the money rewards, they don't afraid of getting injured as they can just go the the miracle Central Hospital that as long as you don't die, even if you lost your limbs they can just attach them to you. The offer was only for 2 months, then it's only makes sense for them to complete as m

He only became a mercenary when a chieftain needed his help, and the people of this clan called him the Mercenary of the West because he came from the vast Anglo-Saxon land. In all his years of being a mercenary, he witnessed many things about wars, the intricate mindsets of the people he worked with, tactical strategies, and rivalry. For him, it could have been understandable if its between clans or kingdoms. But what he sees in the present time is a rivalry between the most unlikely pair, siblings. One who has a sure route to the kingly future. While the other has a secured and treasured life. One could be pretentiously naive, and the other is saliently envious. Their estrangement from eac

' J: haha hold on, so you want me to believe this myth? A: I do not expect you to believe whatever I say but I am just telling you and later, you can verify from your grandma. So as I was saying, your grandma who thought she could not protect you alone had a deal with me to protect you and in turn, I asked to be your mate.' J: oh I see... and how does my best friend come into all of this?' A: you see, your best friend by some means got to know about the pendant of generations and the fortunes that come with it and she been blinded with greed, wants to have it to herself even though she can never have it.'

He could hear hands working desperately at the lock and that made him brim with anticipation. Finally, he thought, till the door opened for him to see a tall macho man with overgrown beards and tattoos scattered all over his body. The shock from seeing the stranger made him almost unable to speak. He had heavy rock music pounding in his apartment. “Can I help you mate?” his deep voice could make anybody’s knees buckle with frightful intimidation. “Sorry…I came to the wrong door,” Kylian broke out in an uncoordinated stutter, “I was looking for some girl named Maya, she lives on this floor…I don’t know if you might know her, somehow.”

It was quiet, almost sacred, with sunlight streaming through the large windows and rows of books inviting me to lose myself in their worlds. I wandered through the aisles aimlessly until I stumbled across a section on business biographies. My fingers hovered over the spines until I spotted one that looked familiar: Against All Odds: The Rise of Evan Bennett. I pulled the book from the shelf, my heart racing. I hadn't known a biography about him existed. The cover featured a candid photo of Evan, his piercing eyes staring directly at the camera.