The King Of The Battlefield นิยาย & เรื่องราว

he said firmly. The advisor nodded and quickly gave orders to the guards to prepare for battle. King Stormie watched as his army marched out of the palace gates, ready to defend their home and their king. The battle was fierce and intense. The two sides clashed with swords shields, and the sound of metal against metal echoed throughout the palace grounds. King Stormie fought bravely alongside his soldiers, determined to protect his pack and his home. As the battle raged on, King Stormie noticed that one of the enemies seemed to be leading the attack. He recognized him as a notorious warlord who had caused trouble in nearby kingdoms.

No wonder my father always had them in front whenever he went to battle! “Kill him, focus on their alpha!” cried the king on the side when he saw what was going on, like they have been told, my warriors come and flank me preventing the king’s warriors from getting to me but still gave me space to fight. Damnit, I like Williams right about now, he trained these warriors well. When I saw that my warriors had things handled and we have killed many of the king’s warriors I break out of our little circle and search for the king with my eyes. Our eyes lock and his widened as I jump, and shift mid-air then land right in front of him.

A tempest of lances rasps and keens through the basalt-black sky whilst we saunter towards the main battlefield— where King Sin and King Rome are battling to their deaths. Bones and blood squash beneath my feet, and I fight the urge to throw up. I have to stay strong. I have to put on a brave facade for my sanity and also to assure the people of Alkhemi that I am capable of ending this war. I started this war after all, I should be capable of ending it. And I will end it. Now. I will choose my King, and end this fatal love triangle once and for all— easier said than done. When the sounds of swords clinking and clashing under the churning sky reaches our ears, we know we're close to the battl

The three were talking while laughing, as if the people slaughtered weren’t the three Kings of Arms serving under Fourth Master Yates, but just some random people on the streets. Dead silent! The scene was as quiet as a church mouse! Everyone held onto their breaths, they would not even let anything out of their mouths. This outcome far surpassed anyone’s expectations! The three Kings of Arms were immortal beings that fought in the Euro-American Battlefield! It is said that even the Texas Boxing Champion would have to avoid the Kings of Arms if he were to see them! It is also said that each of those three Kings of Arms was equal to thousands of soldiers. Some even had records of thwarting en

Perhaps he was only thinking too much, he just had to close his eyes and brave through. He was still king and he was going to prove that. Once he was fully armed, Alfred strode through the front door of the castle and got on his horse. And before anybody could protest, he charged into the war. The throne was his and his alone. The battlefield was chaotic and gory. He saw men being slashed like their lives meant nothing, screams from all corners. Smoke also stung his eyes, but he did not slow down. Xavier had strictly warned his men to leave the king for him so upon sight they moved away from him like a plague. It did not take long for him to see his once closest advisor amidst the crowd.

Not now. “Fine,” he ground out, his voice raw. “I’ll lead your war. But do not mistake obedience for loyalty.” The King’s eyes narrowed, but he nodded once. “Good enough.” The battlefield reeked of iron and ash. Raphael stood at the front lines, his armor heavy on his shoulders, his sword dripping crimson. Around him, warriors looked to him with desperate faith, their chants echoing his name. Even hollow, even broken, he was still their Alpha, and they would follow him into hell itself.

With unyielding determination, King Alaric charged forward, his sword raised high, ready to avenge the fallen kings. The clash between King Alaric and King Maximilian was fierce, their blades meeting with a resounding clash that echoed through the battlefield. Each strike was fueled by a torrent of emotions — anger, sorrow, and an unwavering desire for justice. King Alaric fought with the strength of a wounded lion, his movements swift and purposeful.

I roared engulfing our surroundings with an unapproachable atmosphere. “Neldrisdyd of Mizenth,” the king’s voice barked in the midst of all the battlefield noise. “It’s a matter between The High Priestess and me. Your filthy blood has no place between our ranks. This is a battle between high rankers. Take back your tail and hide like you always did.”

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."