Novel & Cerita Warrior Diplomat

"Oh heavens, a riot? We might die if we go! I won't go." "Our country has always been on good terms with Z Country, right? Why do we need to conduct negotiations?" One of the assistants asked in confusion. "You know that we have a good relationship with the people in power in Z Country. But now, the Lancaster Army has surrounded M Country's embassy there. Therefore, we need to get a new diplomat to negotiate with them. It's a dangerous task, with a reward upon completion. Who's volunteering?" The deputy minister asked again. Waverly entered and heard what the deputy minister had said. Without a second thought, she said bluntly, "I'll go."

Solid support. Then Clearwater Pack. Slightly larger delegation. More cautious. But present. And finally Eastern Vale. Alpha Vincent himself. With his son Rowan. Ten warriors. "I came personally," Vincent said. "To ensure Marcus and Erik understand you have real political backing." "You didn't have to do that." "I wanted to. You've earned it." He looked around. "Where's Damoew?" "Training with warriors. Reintegrating." "Good. Partnership matters. They'll want to see you as a team, not competitors."

I said, changing my tone to a compromising one. His blazing eyes flashed with interest and I smiled within knowing that I had gotten his attention. “Why?" He questioned. “My people have proven to be a thorn in your flesh. Because of that, you chose to burn down our packs." I stopped two stairs away from him. “I am a diplomat. I chose peace over war but there is an exception to every principle. If you want to reign over the werewolves, I can give you that. But you have to promise me that you will burn down my father's city," I muttered and he narrowed his eyes at me, obviously confused by what I wished for.

“Four.” The lives of innocent people are on the line. “Three.” The honor of every warrior on both sides is riding on the defeat of one pack and the victory of the other. “Two.” The outcome from today's events would either clear a path to my revenge or be the driving point to my downfall. “One…” “Wait!” I paused in my words and we all turned out heads to the young warrior who stood 3 feet away from us. Sweat covered his skin and heavy pants fell from his lips. He’s one of the warriors we left behind at the pack.

Whiplash said, his voice accompanied by a hoarse whistling, a sign of his old age catching up to him? The squad members pulled up their displays from their hero suits, and one by one, they read out their current rankings and attributes. The readings were disappointingly low, except for Dante, who was on the cusp of breaking into the B-rank. His ranking was 11,382, the lowest of the low, showcasing the scarcity of ranked superheroes compared to the unranked ones. To be ranked was truly an honor and privilege, reserved for the most skillful and promising individuals. The rest of the squad reported their low attributes, all of them unranked.

Dorthy interjected, attempting to salvage the situation. "He's just a young man working as a security guard! What's so grand about that?" Vaike retorted. In Vaike's eyes, Logan appeared more and more like a fraudulent individual who had managed to deceive the entire world. Dorthy, or rather Dorothea Arden, was the diplomatic member of their duo. Even she found herself at a loss for words. Could they truly trust Logan at this point? She couldn't say for certain. Vaike was a bundle of ego and pride, but he had the substance to back it up. A master of kickboxing, Vaike possessed both formidable muscles and a wealth of experience in warfare. Moreover, he had encountered numerous martial arts cha

He beamed at us, his energy a bright, friendly contrast to the gravity of the room. "Welcome, diplomats!" the advisor chirped, his voice melodic. "I am Master Mishi. Thrilled to see such powerful lineages represented. Before we dive into heavy scrolls, let us go around the room. I want to hear your names and what you hope to achieve in the world of High Diplomacy." The introductions were a blur of posturing and ancient surnames. When it reached Jaxon, he stood with a pompous flourish, his voice booming as if he were addressing a battlefield.

“Shall we expect emissaries?” Inferno responded before I could. “Yes.” Lucien’s brow lifted slightly. “You are certain?” “Yes.” Zenith looked between us. “They will want to see him.” Not Alejandro, Inferno. The ancient fire. The one who once tried to unify through dominance. But they would not find that wolf now. They would find something else. Man and wolf, balanced, measured and strategic. I stood slowly. “Then we prepare for diplomacy.” Lucien’s eyes sharpened. “Diplomacy backed by adaptive war armor.” “Yes.”

A looming dread was knocking the back part of her consciousness as she stared at the placement of the armies. "You have another plan," Dylan said in a matter-of-fact tone. He was the prodigious God of War for a reason, he was able to see through her deep thoughts. "What is it? Maybe I can offer you my humble counsel." Upon hearing Dylan's words, Diana Ritchell shifted her attention to him. "How well do you know the subsidiary of the Werewolf Committee from other continents?" "I have fought wars with them at the borders, why?" "Then, how well do you think they know of our pack’s territory?"

Moreover, he would become a smasher who possessed a darksoul and a lightsoul. Warren appeared astounded upon hearing Kayson’s remark. ‘Is there really something impressive in the tattered spear?’ He was a warlord, yet how did he not notice it? Even though he held the post of Admiralporium’s chief, he would frequently travel because there were very few disastrous incidents in Skyriv. He believed that he had good foresight and plenty of worldly experiences from his travels. He had personally brought back the shabby spear, yet he had not managed to notice anything unique about it along the way.