The King Of The Battlefield の小説・ストーリー

*Aloria* The battlefield is a swirling tempest of chaos, and I am lost in the fray. My heart races as I weave through the bodies of enemy soldiers, my determination fueling me to keep going. Each clash of teeth and claws, each shriek of agony, only sharpens my focus. I fight not just for myself but for my pack, for River, and for the freedom we’ve long sought. I feel alive, the adrenaline coursing through me, but in the back of my mind, a shadow looms: my uncle, the usurper king, is out there somewhere, and I can’t let him escape… we need to stop him.

I want to answer the questions that have been floating in my mind for a while. After calming myself, I looked into his eyes. It was only a matter of time before I closed my eyes that the scenario appeared in my mind. A battle scene on the side of two men, both wearing crowns that I think are both Kings. They are in a dark forest and surrounded by towering trees. They are both great. The exchange of their swords was constant. He seemed to be very good at fighting. No one wants to lose but the other King gets a chance to hold the opponent’s arm backwards and push it causing another King to fall to the ground. He pointed the sword at the fallen King's face.

Alexander The last time they were on the vast field of his property was at his mating banquet. Men, women, and children gathered to celebrate with them. To welcome their new Queen Luna. What he saw before him right this moment brought him back to reality. That he could lose his Anna if he didn't play this right. His warriors and Xavier's combined were deadly weapons. All hardened warriors ready to die beside them on the battlefield to bring honor to their kingdoms. Alexander waited patiently for the Vampire King to finish addressing his men. While he was the brute force, his friend was the strategist. Never one to lose his head in the game.

I stopped a few steps away and bowed my head. “Your Highness, you requested my presence.” “Yes, I did.” The King leaned back against his throne. “Come closer.” I obeyed and stopped in front of him. “I have been thinking about what you told me yesterday,” he said. “You claimed your army relies heavily on strategy. I want to understand how the Southern army fights.” I kept my expression calm. “What would you like to know, Your Highness?” The King leaned forward. “How do you arrange your warriors before an attack?”

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.

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."