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The Guardians' Throne - The First Magic Swordsman

After a long time in the darkness, a lost soul is transported to another world, and there the soul is given another chance and is reborn as a boy... In a world of swords and magic, Zaos is given another chance after hearing an unknown voice asking him to protect someone. While he couldn't remember many things about his old life, he still decided to live his new as much as possible. Even though it looked like he was destined to do something, Zaos chose to follow his own path as much as possible. He tried that... but it looked like the machinations of destiny won't give him much option. Weird things were happening in the kingdom he was born, and before he could imagine... Zaos was throw in the middle of a war in which some were trying to revive the god of the world, and others were trying to prevent it. Zaos will fight in this war while he also looks for the person he is supposed to protect. The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred.

ExSoldierLv99 · War
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Distance

            When morning came, Aleni returned and then guided Zaos to the hideout of the bandits. They moved to an area where the grass was pretty tall between some hills, so it was hard to find the underground place that they used. The entrance was blocked by a boulder that was almost the size of a human, so there was no way a few people would be able to move it, even if they found it. However, that wasn't a problem for Zaos. Not to mention, the hideout was open since the idiots who used it left last night.

"You didn't find anyone else here?" Zaos frowned since there were no signs of battles around.

"Yes…" Aleni said, visibly displeased since she said that she would deal with others and her anger hadn't been quenched.

"I find it hard to believe that only seven bandits managed to steal the cargo of a ship…" Zaos rubbed his chin thoughtfully.