Novel & Cerita The Royal Swordsmen

I watched the sword he held shine under the light of the afternoon sun, a dark aura circling its blade, calling for soft flesh to meet its sharp edges. "I wish the feeling was mutual considering you were the one who created these circumstances, King Manson, Queen Hestia," My mother held her hands in front of her elegantly as she conversed with the other royalty, looking as casual as if she were speaking about the weather. My eyebrows furrowed as a cloaked figure emerged from the army of lykans and seers, making its way to where we stood. My mother noticed this as well, seeing as a small gesture of her hand brought forth a soldier carrying a broadsword, his chest littered with gold, hair slic

From the sound, it seemed like a very common long steel sword, not even an ordinary magical weapon. "If you can take ten strikes from me today, you win," the White-Robed King said proudly. He believed in his great swordsmanship. If Ding Hao had not been so powerful the night before when he defeated Ding Desheng, the Single Slaying Palm, he might have said "three strikes". Ding Hao nodded. His palm slowly grasped the hilt of his sword. His heart stirring, he drew out the sword in an instant. A silvery light flashed and vanished in the air.

The swordsmen weren’t left out of the fight as they slashed and ran through every being with an extremely hairy physique all around the premises of the coven and then into the inner forests. The archers continued launching their silver arrows into the air. Everyone was doing the needful to make sure we win this fight and get them off Alessia’s back. I as their king acted as the overall leader in the bloody exchange of scars and deaths. “Take your injured and go. I can still let you walk out of here with your lives and I intend to, if you just surrender and live!” I said to the hearing of their spokesman.

(General Bina) Her words made the entire crowd turns their head in embarrassment. Even The Royal Family who was watching the entire events were also stung by those statements. Duke Kanderson can no longer bear the embarrassment, in a fuel of rage, he throws aside his dented shield and grabs his sword tightly, he then entered the double-handed stance. "I will show you the true color of Longhodge Swordsmanship!!….UARRGGHHHH!!!…". (Duke Kanderson)

A heretic, Sethlzaar concluded at the sight of their uniform. They were clad in red from their vests to their boots, and their scabbards reminded him of the sight of blood. Sethlzaar knew them to house longswords of the Maeldun design. Vest, trousers, and boots most likely held hints of metal in some way from the way they gleamed. The insignia on their shoulders held a skull impaled on a spear held firmly to the ground by the bones around it. It marked them for what they were: The king's blade. They were the best the soldiers the realm had to offer. Its elite, comprising of only the blessed, and answering only to the king. "Father Kazaril," a bearded man addressed them with a quick nod as th

Rose asked “I also don’t know,” After thirty minutes, we arrived at their pack's territory. We’ve entered a trail of trees, I can smell the wind change and the number of wolves. As we go along I can see a big old stone mansion. “The palace used to be bigger than that, “ Caleb said, “After the human war it was destroyed and this is what is left,” he said. “It was also the same incident that moved the different titles for royals like us. But my people still call my father King and I, the prince,”

My Mask was on. "If you're going to participate in the royal battles. Take this," said Jon, handing over a one-handed sword with a gold and blue scabbard. It had lightning-designed inscriptions into the gold. "My mother had given it to me. It's made out of mithril, so you shouldn't worry about it breaking. She said it was a sword fit for a king. Shadiàn." I rested my hand on the hilt and glanced down at it. I felt a little shameful knowing that this blade was going to be used for evil. Righteous evil.

' It was the softest term to be given to Hayden who loved to take pride in stealing other people's work! The prize given by the royal family to participants who get a high-value bounty is in the form of magic artifacts stored in the royal treasury. This year, Hayden took out a sword made of magic stone from the royal treasury. Many believe that the sword is a sword that was used by a famous general in the past who won the war between kingdoms so that he could claim the land of the Drachentia Kingdom. Although this truth has not been confirmed yet, there is a certain pride in winning the prize.

He laid her head back down on the examination table. Her head rolled to the side and she saw three other men, dressed like assassins in their head to toe garb, with only their lifeless eyes looking back at the stranger who clung to her now. Even in her pain stricken haze she recognized them as the elite Royal guards of her Kingdom, Zuff. Maybe this stranger had taken her and they were fighting to get her back. They wore the royal colors. Their swords were drawn and they were attacKing the figure with full force. She didn't know who was helping her.

"Just so you know, this sword was forged specially for the Elve's royal family, for the kings and queens, it has killed many, many creatures, fought many battles, and trust me, it can surely kill you" "Hmm you steal from the royal family too. You are a disease even to your own people, and you have come here to infest our people. Your mission ends right now, right here" Iliya chuckled and attacked him, she was fast and strong enough, and her sword skills were impressive, but still, the Lynx Lynch was far more better. With each hit from her, the Lynx Lynch blocked, hitting her in return with the head of his sword.