Undead Legion Of Farron Novels & Stories

(Crown Prince Amariss) I was in rage, looking at his proud face. I was emitting a thick killing aura that, even Queen Romella Amellia and The Crown Prince can feel even though they were on the other side of the screens. “Go as planned?…you an your Legion has entered too deep that your path of retreat has already been cut off…you are now the same as a meat on the grill..whether you realizes or not..the Northern Vampires has already made you and your legion as a free sacrifice…you are now fighting an enemy of expandable Undead…who are slowly thinning out your soldier…”.

No matter how long, someday he was going to talk or confide in someone who may later spill the beans. In every battle, casualties were inevitable as sanctioned by the Geneva Convention. There were always holy and unholy troops that gave directions to the winning platoon. Solo was on the left side of the equilibrium. His presence in Subi’s life was more redemptive than it was corporative. Consequently, the young beauty accepted the consequences of her wrongdoing and promised to brave it through to the end. She planned it well and exactly as she expected, results became visible five days later.

West Point of View “Aghh!” I enjoy the scream of each rogue as I stamp the heated metal in their body. “We promise not to do it again!” They begged. I look at the five of them. They outnumbered my Luna! I look at the one guy who remains silent. I walk closer to him. I raised the metal but he didn’t flinch a bit. “I don’t know that the Legendary Luna is that weak.” His devilish laugh echoed in the whole room.

Jinyan asked, reloading his rifle. "The Scorched Earth," Echo-1 said. "If the Archive is compromised, the Legion is programmed to destroy every living thing within five miles. They are setting the jungle on fire, Jinyan. They are turning Angkor into a furnace." They scrambled through the canal, emerging into a secret exit that led to the backside of the temple, away from the main courtyard. The sight that met them was a nightmare. The jungle was no longer green; it was a wall of orange flame. The sky was black with ash, and the screams of the "Legion" children were no longer human—they were high-pitched, electronic screeches, a collective hive-mind in the throes of a terminal error.

"Harvest the pass!" The response from the Northern vanguard was immediate and terrifying. Three hundred heavy infantrymen of the Royal Legions surged through the smoking breach, their iron broadswords already unsheathed. They didn't shift into common wolves; they remained in their towering, semi-humanoid Lycan forms, their eyes glowing a fierce, predatory crimson as they flooded the lower terraces of the facility. The local rogue warriors, completely caught by surprise in their leather battle tunics, took one look at the incoming wave of northern predators and the glowing, starlight-eyed Queen at the threshold, and their coordination completely fractured.

He was unfazed and said, "The Legion of the Unbreakable is supposedly the most powerful force in the warzone. It's only been established for less than ten years, yet far stronger than our century-old Crimson Titans. Looks like Fred's in trouble this time." Blake smiled and replied, "Grandpa, as the leader of the Crimson Titans, Uncle Fred must be panicking. That was why he rushed to send the news back home."