The Royal Swordsmen 소설 & 이야기

Determined to thwart their plans, the king and Addison had devised a strategy to catch them off guard Before leaving his chambers, Addison retrieved his prized azure sword, a symbol of his authority and readiness to defend his kingdom. As they stepped out of the palace, they were greeted by a line of imperial knights, resplendent in their armor, each holding a gleaming sword, mounted on majestic horses.. Meanwhile, within the halls of the Adelstein residence, a sense of urgency pervaded the air as the family made their final preparations for the impending rebellion. The Duke of Adelstein fervently sharpened his sword when a breathless knight burst into the chamber.

It was filled with copper, silver and gold royals, all to help supply them while they sought out allies. After Boro said his farewell and accepted the money, he quickly made himself busy checking out the two pack horses. He wanted to give Littume and Lord Jetir space for there farewells. He saw Jetir give his son a firm hug and share a few words with him. Then he saw Lord Jetir unwrap the cloth and from it pulled out an ornate brown and gold scabbard. The scabbard was too thick to belong to a rapier, and too wide to be a katan, the long slightly curved, single edge style sword that Boro himself used. This one was as wide as the width of his palm and had two edges to it. A broadblade, an olde

A boisterous cry rang out as a group of dark formally dressed fighters walked towards the square. Sword sparkles pointed at his throat, lower middle and chest, the brutish man stopped without moving an inch. The frightening part was that two of the blade sparkles that were pointed at him were significantly longer than his own. The proprietors of those blades were most certainly Three Star Silver Swordsmen. The couple of different men who accompanied the brutish man speedily endeavored to conceal their weapons.

The knights prepared their weapons, as expected of a special unit in charge of the royal family, their weaponry was one of the most powerful that the kingdom could offer. Semi-automatic rifles, halberds, and swords infused with magic, unbreakable shields, and armors that inspired respect among their comrades. They could have fought with all their might if their enemy wasn´t the people they were supposed to protect. What´s worse, they didn´t know the reason for their actions, so the guilt of killing a possible victim will haunt them for as long as they live. But they had to do it, if not, they would be defying all the things they stand for as the protectors of the first prince.

Selena and Johanna were seated side by side at the other side of the upper deck with Leah, William, Helena, and Amilek seated by their sides. Suddenly the doors of the great hall open, and royal knights file in at both sides like ants making a straight line. Armed with swords and clouded in shining armor. They matched in making a rhyming beat as their feet kissed the ground. They lined up at both sides of the door, making a path all the way to the priest. They clashed their swords in an X-shaped manner, each knight to the one opposite him. Then they stopped marching; for a brief moment there was silence. Then slowly a man with the air of a mighty wind stepped in

In Camelot, once understanding of the blade was crucial. It was this understanding that separated the peasants from the knights of the round table. It was the power of the sword that gave Camelot its title and fame, and it was that power that set its king apart from the rest. But that was also their bane. The swords of Camelot were prouder than the knights that wielded them, and even among the knights, the swords would not easily allow themselves to be used. Durandal was the same. It was blade that belonged to Old Fan’s son and had failed to acknowledge the old man himself. Whenever Old Fan used Durandal, he gave up part of his life as tribute. But, even Durandal had a monarch, for just as t

Aside from the heavenly swordsman, there was also a group of dazzling people in front that looked as if anticipating for something. The royal swordplay was one of the best things Zaeion could do perfectly yet in an elegant way as if he was simply dancing with a blade in his hand. Compared to the normal royal swordplay, Zaeion's way could be described as a softer and swifter version with an elegant and precise accuracy.

Never in a million years, if someone had told me that one day I would be involved with a prince who's, in fact, real-life royalty, I would have snorted and laughed at their gentle, stupid face. Me and royalty--hah! Me sleeping with a prince—haha, f*ck you! How do you even come up with something that stupid? How have the dice rolled? It feels like yesterday when I saw Ryker at one of those engagements clearly arranged for him to attend to win popularity in the republic by the palace. He showed up in all his glory with palace security details following closely behind him and observing the crowd. Luckily, I was handling the responsibility by the firm to take care of his private function and cat

It glowed brighter with every passing second. "I'm sorry, Commander." Blue light surrounded his body. "I can't." The pendant transformed into his radiant sword. Gasps spread through the ranks of the Royal Guards. "The Royal Blade..." "So the prince intends to fight." Commander Rylan closed his eyes briefly before drawing his own weapon. "Then forgive me." The battle began. Steel clashed against enchanted light. Kael moved with incredible speed, disarming one soldier after another without delivering fatal blows. Every strike showed years of royal training.

Of course. All those thoughts remained in Willette's mind and unspoken. He smiled, stroked his beard, and said, "I'm afraid you are now the strongest in the royal paragon stage. Grandmaster of swordsmanship." Just how strong a grandmaster of swordsmanship was? Back in the day, swordsmen had been said to be the strongest cultivators with those in their same ranking. Grandmaster of swordsmanship was the strongest among the swordsmen.