The Warlord Chronicles Novels & Stories

“But I do challenge you all to do your best.” “Okay, so one will be fought without magic and the second fighting round will be fought with magic. And just for some of our newer warriors. Adrik is a demon, more importantly, demon royalty. So, bring your best.” I told the crowd. “Your queen, would you like to address your warriors?” I asked Gabi before looking at Sam.

Mithraos swung his sword and resumed his fight. In the ten years since he became the King, he had done everything he could to empower his Kingdom. He has made it stronger and has fought in many wars, joining more kingdoms and making it an empire, his empire. Somewhere no enemy will dream to penetrate, no less kill the royal family. It was and is him against the world. Mithraos turned hearing some soldiers call for the head warrior but he need not have worried. He snorted as he watched the warrior raised his sword and sliced open the man behind him with a proper twist of his sword.

I conjured my maelstrom with Míriel and Zeus at the centre and led the harbingers elsewhere. They were everywhere, and more were still coming out of the sides of the orb. They must be from all those universes that got corrupted. I stood, removing all my limiters and using my energy to push the hordes away for a while. Without wasting time, I swung the staff in a wide arc, erasing anything within reach. More came along and I was running out of fighting space. They kept coming closer faster than I could kill them. Staff of Zurvan, first skill: Tidal Annihilation!”

They looked at Warren in fear, and one of them said nervously, “Warren, I’m a warlord from the Yarrens in Clouriv. You cannot kill me!” Warren sneered coldly and replied, “Why can’t I kill you? It’s true that you three attacked the captains of Admiralporium. I have all the evidence with me. With this evidence, those people will just sever their connections with you. Do you really think they’re going to avenge you three?” The three of them were stunned, and their faces were filled with despair. Warren did not say anything anymore and killed them all. Chase looked at them silently. He was certain that something big was going to happen in Clouriv following the death of these three warlords.

If you want to be a strong warlord, you must first understand the basic theory. Brockley had learnt quite a lot from Herbet and also read ancient books, but that was not enough. Thus, on this second day he would learn a lot about how to become a true warlord.

"I want to see exactly how long that Heavenly-exterminating Alliance's great figure at the Magic Realm can endure! I want to see if he has the courage to take the risk of being punished and make a move against the soldiers of our Yingtian League." A trace of cruelty flashed across the eyes of the Warlord, and his face looked ferocious. Seeing this! Cheng Kuan couldn't help but shiver. It was obvious! Warlord didn't care about the lives of the soldiers of the Heaven-fighting Dynasty at all. He just used them as tools to force the powerful figures at the Magic Realm of the Heaven-exterminating Alliance to take action.

Jade blurted out before she could stop herself. Jin seemed surprised for a moment, but then, burst out in laughter. He winked at Jade and whispered, “Old enough.” Embarrassed, Jade tried to find something to distract herself. And to avoid looking at Jin. “What do you think?” Jin said, breaking the silence. Finally getting over her shame, Jade cleared her throat and tried to look serious. “How?” “There is a legend around here… About the four Holy Beasts responsible for protecting the four kingdoms—”

“Who gave you permission to enter, Chaos Warriors?” Standing behind Yadira, the commander raised his head and replied indifferently, “We only follow the orders of the Doom Martial Token.” Wyot’s eyes widened in shock. “The Chancellor has the Doom Martial Token. You…” Before he could finish speaking, Yadira held up a glowing token. “Haha. You didn’t expect this, did you, Wyot? The Chancellor has entrusted me with command over the two hundred thousand Chaos Warriors. These are our strongest fighters and will be able to hold their ground against Jacopo’s Xerion Dragon Army.”

They, who dared to scream in the middle of the conjurers' blissful singing, dared to steal the scripture from the wicked creatures who were granted the power to overwrite their destinies — concluded themselves victorious thereon. Knights, commoners, a king, a foreigner held their weapons and desires tight and proud, fighting desperately for the sake of their oppressed race. Among those weapons, was an existence created by one of the seven vassals of destruction herself. That creation, whose nature is most similar to that of the tyrants, stood for the abused—yet treated as a recompense. A century had passed, humans persistently lived, lost and gained, reaped and sowed on loop. However, the fr

Adele smiled, “I tell the weapons where to go and where to hit them. We didn’t think this war was going to last this long or that we would have this many to fight. Remus’ coven isn’t more than a couple hundred. Apparently, he has made alliances with other covens, because we have killed triple the size of his coven already.” We walked into the house and Luna Abby, Adele’s grandmother, greeted us, “Well, hello!” I smiled, “Hi Luna Abby. I would like you to meet my parents, King Quincy and Queen Lori of the Southern Werecat Kingdom. Mom, dad, this is Luna Abby, former Luna of Spring River Werewolf Pack and the original creator of the multispecies alliance.” Luna Abby waved me off, “Please, no n