The King Of The Battlefield Novels & Stories

And in the end he told them. “Before now, we've fought so many battles. But none came with a wave as deadly as this last one. I was proud when I looked over the battlefield from my own war with my adversary and I saw how most of you fought like true warriors. But sadly we lost a few. And traitors were flushed out too.” For a moment, I took my eyes off the quiet crowd listening to their king and I had my gaze on Kael in utter admiration of how he addressed the crowd. Oh goodness! This man has no idea how his powerful voice is almost turning me on.

However, a king being killed on the battlefield by soldiers was almost unheard of. In the past, there were princes who fought, but usually a king would never be on the battlefield. Even if there was an assassination, it was certainly never in an open battle like the one in the current Ans De Lou Kingdom. Seeing his friend's confusion, Ben quickly responded, "Even if he gets hurt, it's not our fault." "Ben," James called out to his friend in a displeased tone. Ben shrugged, "James, it's his own fault. He's the one who went to the battlefield, he's the one who disguised himself as a soldier. They can't blame us if something bad happens to him."

"Is something wrong?" "No," he shook his head. "I just wanted to talk. Away from prying eyes and listening ears." That made me nervous. What did the king want to discuss that required such privacy? "I have been buried in paperwork all day," he continued. "Reports. Budgets. Complaints from nobles. It is mind numbing." "I can imagine.” "I thought hearing about the battlefield might be more interesting.” "The battlefield is many things," I said carefully. "But interesting is not usually one of them."

The battlefield was chaos incarnate, and yet amid it, my rage burned brighter than any fire. And then I saw him. Lord Thane. A dark figure standing imperiously atop a ridge, his cape whipping like a storm around him, eyes blazing with malice that seemed almost unnatural. His voice tore across the battlefield, slicing through the din of death. “You dare challenge me?” he bellowed. “You, with your pitiful alliances, your weak-willed soldiers… you will fall, and everything you hold dear will be mine!”

I didn’t know how far the battlefield was, but I knew I was getting closer. Smoke touched the sky. I could smell fire. Hear the distant clang of swords. And then I saw it. A wide, open field filled with men shouting, swords clashing, and arrows flying. Blood had already soaked the grass. Horses screamed. Warriors fell. But one thing stood out from all of it. Thane. He stood tall in the middle of the chaos, fighting like the storm itself. His sword cut through enemies like wind through leaves. His face was hard, focused. His body moved like he had one goal: survival.

She nodded sadly and moved away from him with tears streaming down her face to the power house where others are, with the guards following her behind. "Prepare the chariots, horses and the knights .We are going to the battlefield,prepare the Archers"the king said. "Now! go and prepare for the war"the king said moving to the armory to get prepared. Fast forward... The king of Persia and his officials with their knights matched forward to the battlefield, likewise the king of Tryus and his officials with their knights also matched forward to the battlefield. "Do you think you will win this war?"the king of Tryus said just to mock King Agon.

“I got the report. The recruits we sent wouldn’t have been able to hold off the rogues that attacked as well as they did without your presence..." I look at him and frown, confused; he smiles as he then explains. "You're a member of the royal family, so your royal aura allowed them to fight harder and longer than they would have if you weren’t there. That is why whenever a kingdom goes to battle or war, the King or at least one of the Royal family is always present. They provide unseen support and power to every warrior that is out on the battlefield fighting for their kingdom for their King.”

Murmurs went through the army of men standing on the battlefield, but Xavier continued to speak: “Surrender now, and you will have mercy. Keep fighting, and you will die just like he did.” The men stood still in their position for a while, and then one in the front dropped to his knee, and another followed, and another followed, until every soldier on the battlefield was all on their knees, including his own men. “Alpha King Xavier, King of Wahala, long may you reign, and may you rule over all and crush those who hate you under your feet,” Sir Valerio said in a loud voice. “Alpha King Xavier, King of Wahala, long may you reign, and may you rule over all and crush those who hate you under you

He handed my test paper over to Alexteris to let him take a look. "Oh! What do we have here?" He squinted his impish weasel eyes at my test paper in absolute mirth and read out loud to further enhance my embarrassment over my given answers. "Q. What is the name of the battle that met it's conclusion in the year 1700 P.B.? Ans. The battle of 1600 P.B. Q. In which battle did the first king of Reveldron, King Isaac Rudolf de Regalious perished?

We would march to a certain point in the camp, killing Drakkons as we went, then stop and hide while snipers rained arrows down on the camp. As we moved deeper into the war zone, we passed dead bodies, rivers of blood, and large groups of bodies that were on fire. As we moved forward, things got worse, but nothing could make us turn around at this point. When I got to the camp farther north, I finally saw both King's fighting. Both were hurt, but it looked like Lucian was hurt more because he was fighting both the Drakkon King and the Drakkon general at the same time. It wasn't fair at all.