The two magicians were apprehended and led over. They were no longer wearing their mask or hood covers. The first wizard appeared to be a little older, and scholarly, but with a trace of viciousness in his terrified and anxious gaze.And then there's the second mage... I immediately recognised who it was after the mask was taken off."Such an odd coincidence, Mr Alfred." I laughed."Do you believe that I purposely caused you to suffer in this life?" I couldn't help but laugh once again. This was the person who pretended to be arrogant and powerful despite having only mediocre talents because he was a product of the Red Tower.So a warhorse made love to him. The pain must have been cured, otherwise, he would have healed it by now, given how evolved magic is.Yet, surely, even magic cannot alleviate psychological pain?If these two wizards were placed in a tower during combat, they would make an excellent weapon. But before they had a chance to perform any spells, these two walked onto
"I was just lost in my thoughts. Is there anything else you'd like to say?" I gave Alfred a friendly smile."That's all I know," Alfred hesitated before he finally said. "Can you please let me go? I'm simply an ordinary wizard, and I had a disagreement with these guys. I even used the flame wall to warn you. We, therefore, don't actually need to be adversaries.""Yeah, I am quite clear." I agreed by nodding. I commented that he was certainly telling the truth. "I'm not going to kill you."Alfred immediately bowed down in elation, as if he had caught a glimpse of hope."I am eternally grateful for your kindness!"But before he could raise his head, he heard a blast of wind and a hammer slam into the back of his head.Blood and brain tissue splattered on the ground as his body dropped heavily. His head was like a watermelon and completely exploded."I won't kill you. Someone else, however, will." I smirked. I would kill Alfred even if he didn't know anything. Considering that he had alr
"All right, let's get started." When the other party continued to look on silently, Luther spoke.Dray didn't waste any time talking after understanding. Dray immediately mobilised 60% of his maximum strength and gathered it in his hand.Weapons were not permitted because it was only a friendly battle. Moreover, skills couldn't be employed due of potential risks.Dray struck the air with a straightforward fist motion.Boom!It sounded like an air blast that echoed throughout the entire plaza and vast field.Out of nowhere, a fist-shaped deep blue aura materialised. It swept towards Luther while making deep ruts in the earth and exuding a frightening atmosphere.The aura fist continued to grow stronger as it advanced. As it continued to tear down the earth foot by foot, it eventually accumulated a tremendous amount of force.Boom! Boom! Boom!Luther's body was surrounded by a green glow that flickered with the air. It quickly manifested as a sizable shield that intercepted the punch.C
"He must be captured and killed, immediately! The removal of further risks can only happen after that. Our family has been thrust into the spotlight as a result of the problems he has caused, we cannot afford to be careless."Zephyr's expression was solemn."No matter how strong or numerous our Azure Dragon family is, at the end of the day, it is just a county if one thing goes wrong."There was a brief silence.While that was accurate, the mastermind posed a dilemma. All the spies they had placed in Cloud City vanished out of thin air in a matter of days. Also, they sent investigators to Cloud City but were unsuccessful in uncovering any information.Although several citizens claimed that a noble had been staying in Cloud City, no one knew who the noble was.There was no sign of him prior to this, making it seem as though he had just materialized. That also ruled out the idea that the mastermind might have been a noble from one of the nearby cities.The Azure Dragon family's failure
When Kangkang turned to face Dray, he noticed that the man was giving him a deathly cold glare, as if he were a corpse.He had to stay alive in order to return, but because he was already on stage, there was no other option.There was no room for complacency during the noble duel. Kangkang bravely inked his name on the contracts when the members of the Justice Department came to the Azure Dragon family to sign them.The contract was straightforward: the combatants promised to accept whatever happened in the duel, whether it was death or injury. Moreover, contestants are prohibited from quitting or leaving the arena. They can only leave once one of the two sides has been vanquished.It was truly a death match."Fuck." Kangkang muttered profanity.He had no other option except to attempt to negotiate with the expert. A knight like Dray wouldn't put his life in danger in this kind of conflict, in his opinion."Master Knight, how much did they pay you? I can assure you that our Azure Drag
Iron Palm was incensed. He would demonstrate his abilities to the different lords who gathered to witness, and this fight was meant to be the spark that ignited his fame.Then those nobles would be interested in hiring him, he would have more opportunities, and he wouldn't need to go into the dungeon and risk his life battling monsters.He didn't think he needed to visit the dungeons to become stronger because he believed his current level of power was sufficient."Start," Lexus repeated himself, believing that the two combatants had not heard him the first time.Iron Palm obviously heard it this time. As soon as Lexus declared the beginning of the battle, Iron Palm began radiating his aura. His body was enveloped in a blue protective aura that soon changed to a colour that was visible to the naked eye—brown or bronze."Wow! That person has a brown aura around him." The audience was taken aback.Auras can appear in a variety of hues, but the commoners who came to see the combat were u
"You must fight me fairly!" Iron Palm screamed angrily. His body was shaky, his legs seemed as if they might melt at any moment, and he couldn't feel a single finger of his.Dray, of course, would not give him his wish. After having struck numerous times and become nearly exhausted, Iron Palm's Bronze totem skill was still alive.Iron Palm was far from dead. It would be more appropriate to say that Iron Palm was unable to move his body due to muscle strain.To defeat Iron Palm, Dray lacked the necessary strength. Hence, the only alternative choice was to identify Iron Palm's weak point.Every skill had a weakness, and Dray was certain that the Bronze Totem skill did as well.Where was Iron Palm's flaw?Neck? No.Eyes?He had no idea. As a result, Dray began testing each location one by one.Dray avoided attacking the wrists, shoulders, thighs, and stomach, which were common targets.He'd start with some unpopular spots.To begin, the crotch was the ideal target. Dray had no choice but
Iron Palm was dead!His adversary had ruthlessly hacked off his skull.A knight of A-grade!That rank was unattainable for most people, yet a person of such might who had attained it had kicked the bucket in their presence today!Such a person, who could nearly be considered godlike by commoners, was swiftly eliminated by his adversary, shattering their preconceived notions of A-rank warriors.Everyone in the room, whether aristocrats, commoners or even knights, was stunned.And people watching from faraway cities via the magic mirror. They were all completely stunned at this point and unable to free themselves.A-rank!The effect was just too powerful. It was unbelievable as much as it was shocking.The crowd's excitement level didn't return for some time. There was a commotion across the arena."Amazing. He is an A-level warrior. He died simply like that. Who is the Cloud City expert? What exactly is his name? What makes him so strong? He's capable of killing an A-rank warrior!""Yo
"Hey! Why should we listen to a brat like you?" The interjection came from the back of the crowd, a young soldier, his face flushed with anger, his eyes blazing with defiance. The rest of the soldiers turned to stare, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.A genuine smile spread across my face. Finally, someone had the audacity to speak up. A flicker of satisfaction ignited within me. This was exactly what I had been hoping for, wasn't it? Didn't this feel like the natural order of things?I had anticipated this moment from the very beginning. There was no way these esteemed scions of nobility and battle-hardened knights would meekly submit to the commands of a mere child. The moment I was elected commander of one of the three mighty armies, I knew this tension would inevitably arise. After all, who among these talented warriors would willingly follow a teenager with little to boast of in terms of accomplishments? And let's not forget the shadow of my less-than-st
Ladia couldn't help but castigate herself for her lapse in judgment. How had she not seen it before? If the involvement of the magic towers would significantly aid the Empire, then the impact of the very person who had defeated the magicians of the tower participating would be monumental.The princess's heart thrummed with the realization, chiding herself for taking so long to come to this epiphany. Was Ethan's proposal the correct course of action or not? She no longer dwelled on the question.With a steely gaze, Ladia announced, "I have reached a verdict."The room fell silent as all eyes turned to the princess. The final decision lay in her hands, and she was ready to reveal it. The anticipation hung heavy in the air, and Ladia took a deep breath before continuing. "I have decided to accept Ethan's proposal."A murmur of surprise rippled through the room, but Ladia held up her hand for silence. "I believe that Ethan's plan, with a few modifications, is the best course of action for
My suggestion ignited a firestorm of debate among the upper echelons of the capital. The princess convened her officials in the grand throne room, where the air was thick with tension and uncertainty as they deliberated their next course of action. Ultimately, the march toward the City of Aran was postponed by a full day, a delay that weighed heavily on everyone present. The officials found themselves divided, caught between two stark choices: should they attempt to reclaim the nearby City of Aran from the Beast Kingdom, or should they focus their efforts on retaking the more strategically significant City of Northfall?"But, Your Majesty," one of the officials interjected, his voice rising above the murmurs of the assembly, "as we stand now, we cannot afford to risk an attack on the Northfall Fortress! I have heard reports that the beastmen have fortified their walls and laid even more traps to ensnare us! If we allow this farce to continue, we will be nothing more than lambs led to
A chill snaked down Ryle's spine. Ethan's suggestion hung in the air, heavy and suffocating, like a shroud woven from despair. To attack City of Aran, a fortress city now bristling with tens of thousands of Beast Kingdom soldiers, felt like a declaration of utter annihilation. Even Lance, their most valiant commander, had fallen captive within its walls.Ryle's brow creased into a deep furrow. He, too, was a commander of the Initiation Army, a man who had tasted the bitterness of defeat and the sting of loss. He couldn't fathom how Ethan, this newly appointed leader, could so blithely propose a course of action that reeked of self-destruction."I cannot, in good conscience, agree with your plan," Ryle stated, his voice laced with a mixture of disbelief and frustration. "As we stand now, attacking Northfall City is a fool's errand, a suicide mission. We are scattered, depleted, and outmatched. We must first rally our remaining forces, regroup along the borders, and then, and only then,
"Ryle Green, step forward!" the Royal advisor said, seeing Ryle was in a daze.Ryle coughed and stepped forward, his heart pounding with excitement as he knelt before the Princess."Ryle Green, you are hereby granted authority over fifty thousand soldiers," the Princess said, her voice like a melody that soothed the soul. "You shall be the commander of the Vanguard Army!"With a snap of her fingers, the Princess bestowed an insignia upon Ryle's shoulder, its glow of light like a beacon of hope in the face of the looming threat of the Beast Kingdom."I will crush those beastmen for you, Your Highness!" Ryle said, his voice filled with determination and resolve.The Princess smiled, her eyes filled with pride and hope. "We have faith in you, Ryle," she said. "Together, we will defeat the Beast Kingdom and restore peace to our lands."Princess Ladia nodded, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "I expect a lot from the younger generation, Ryle," she said, her voice laced with both encou
The Dwarven Kingdom, a land renowned for its glittering wealth, held its breath. The Brightwing Empire’s meager offer, a desperate plea for aid, was all they had to entice the notoriously hard-drinking mercenaries. Even if their weapons were outdated, their reputation for unmatched effectiveness in battle preceded them. Surely, that would be enough.“Your Majesty,” a guard murmured, his voice barely a tremor in the air. “They have arrived.”Princess Ladia, lost in a labyrinth of thought, startled slightly. She had wrestled with the decision for what felt like an eternity, but finally, a solution had emerged. All that remained was to face them, to meet their gaze and offer her hand in this desperate alliance.Viscount Lamiel, a man whose arrogance was only surpassed by his thirst for gold, strode into the royal garden, flanked by a legion of equally boisterous mercenaries. Princess Ladia recognized most of them – the nobles summoned by the crown, their faces etched with a mixture of g
The scene unfolded with brutal efficiency. Several soldiers, their faces grim and resolute, descended upon Drew and the other soldier, their movements swift and decisive. There was no struggle, no desperate pleas for mercy. They walked away with heads bowed, accepting their fate with a stoic silence that spoke volumes of their resignation.Ryle, his expression a mixture of weariness and amusement, ran a hand through his hair, a sigh escaping his lips. "What a waste of a perfectly good sleep," he muttered, his voice laced with a hint of exasperation. "Young men like myself need our rest, yet everyone seems determined to disrupt my slumber over such trivial matters."His gaze shifted to me, and a playful smile curved his lips. "Allow me to introduce myself," he said, extending a hand towards me. "Ryle Green, third son of Count Green, and as you might be able to tell, the future commander of this very army." He spoke with an air of unwavering confidence, his words carrying the weight of
Two soldiers from a rival camp, their boots crunching on the gravel path, happened upon the conversation. One soldier, his face contorting with barely suppressed mirth, clamped a hand over his mouth, desperately trying to stifle a chuckle. His companion, sensing the impending eruption, jabbed him in the ribs with an elbow, a silent plea for decorum. But the laughter, like a trapped spring, was too powerful to contain. Tears welled in the soldier's eyes, threatening to spill over as his shoulders shook with silent mirth. Finally, with a strangled cry, he burst into a full-blown guffaw. "Hahahaha! If it's the Young Master leading us! Hahaha! We'll be able to… Pft! Hahaha!"The sound of his uncontrolled laughter echoed through the camp, drawing curious glances from nearby soldiers. Gaston, his face a mask of confusion and irritation, turned to the source of the amusement. "Excuse me, but what's so funny?" he demanded, his voice laced with displeasure.The soldier, still gasping for br
The unyielding army of the Ice Demon City had been journeying for a considerable number of weeks, traversing a multitude of cities and towns along the way. During our sojourns, we would occasionally restock our supplies, find respite in taverns, and often in the great outdoors, before resuming our arduous trek.Given the unfortunate circumstances, we were informed that the Ice Demon City was the most distant of all cities from the capital. This reality meant that we were among the last to receive the urgent message, compelling us to join the ranks of the other nobles and their armies in the capital.It was in the fourth week of our relentless march that we finally arrived in the grand and magnificent Capital city. The journey had been long and arduous, but our determination never wavered, as we knew our presence was required in these critical times. I had already surmised that the majority of the other nobles and their forces would have already amassed in the capital, readying themse