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Steel and Sorrow: Rise of the Mercenary king

Bound in chains yet yearning for freedom, Alpheo, a modern historian, finds himself enslaved in a land on the brink of chaos. As the empire of Rolmia plunges into civil war following the death of the emperor , his three ambitious sons vie for the throne. In the midst of this turmoil, Alpheo finds the chance to break his chain and escape, leading his companions into the ashes of war, trying to thrive in it, selling their swords to the highest bidder . But beyond the borders of Rolmia, hungry eyes watch as the empire's grip loosens. The Sultanate of Azania, ever the opportunist, sees a chance to expand its domain and influence , while to the south, neighboring principalities breathe a sigh of relief as the once-dominant giant stumbles and falters. In the sea, the confederation of the Free Isle finds their chance to restore their old maritime power , denied to them by an empire that is now crumbling beneath itself , lacking the strenght to stop them. In this crucible of conflict, where dynasties crumble and empires fall, Alpheo find his call and the chance to forge his own destiny amidst the ashes of empires. ----------------

Allevatore_dicapre · 軍事
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208 Chs

Turning point(1)

Two soldiers stood atop the crumbling city wall, lazily leaning against their spears as they kept a halfhearted watch over the desolate landscape. The boredom of the endless watch weighed on them, making the hours drag painfully slow.

"Gods, I miss the brothel," one of them grumbled, adjusting his helmet with a sigh. His tone was wistful

"I'd give anything for a night with a woman. A real woman, you know? I am tired of using my hand in the dark...''

His companion chuckled, nodding in agreement as he shifted his weight. "I hear you. If we're lucky we'll manage to sneak out duirng the night for a quick visit . I swear, the next woman I see, I'll—"during

A low rumble interrupted the man's crude fantasy, cutting his words short. The ground beneath their feet gave a faint tremor, just enough to be noticed. They froze, exchanging puzzled glances.