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Wolf Bloodline

King Einar, the astonishing king of the great and only continent, one day decided to choose a new heir to his kingdom from among his five most precious sons. By giving each of them different duties, King Einar did something unchangeable and unimaginable that day. He gave them an order and not only a task or a quest to accomplish, but he also wanted his sons to accomplish their duty with maturity, with honor, and with pride. But nothing, he wanted to do went in order, just because of his son. The eldest and most powerful brother, "Yores", opposed this situation. He decided that it would be better, if the King gave them a second chance. But everything was chosen, and he found himself another solution to conquer his biggest rival. Lost, against anything that he wanted to win. So he made a deal with the most powerful lineage, "The Apocalypse Lineage," to take the throne. And by obtaining power, he started a rebellion. After Yores took the throne, he ruled the people in such a manner for years, damaged many relationships and made himself the evilest person to ever be seen. But even his reign, came to an end. A wolf descendant, one of the strongest lineage's people, challenged Yores. Jiro, the strongest person among bloodlines. He was so brave, so strong, and so dauntless. He was someone who changed many things. The Battle of Jiro and Yores continued for three days exactly, and their battle, being heard all over the continent, changed the entire world. But the real story to be told was only beginning....

ASW · Fantaisie
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286 Chs

Back Together Again (Wedan)

After defeating the third epic and the remaining elite soldiers, the enemy army retreated and disappeared. Our victory was celebrated as we returned to the campsite while the king sent a few dozen soldiers to find them.

I had used so much of my ice power that I could no longer produce ice to put on my head. Hiroshi and Shou were also wounded, but their injuries were not major. We won the battle with mostly minor scratches and scrapes, but also with severe back pain.

When we got back to the camp, a dozen horses approached from the south. I could tell they were ours by the kingly armor on the horses. As they approached, it was clear that they had succeeded because almost everyone was unharmed.

Hiroshi, who was standing next to me with his cigar in his mouth, said "Looks like they made it."

"Did you have any doubts?" I asked.

"Not as much as you," he replied. "But ı must admit I was surprised."