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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 · Guerra
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Although most of them were exhausted, the infantry, cavalry, and the archers crossed the Eastern gate of Rustburg to meet the mercenaries on the open field. At that point in time, most would think they were accepting unnecessary risks. However, if they wanted to keep defending the town, certain risks had to be accepted in order to reach other goals. 

"Remember, stay slow for the time being," Verkan said to Zaos. "Keeping myself out of the enemies' sight is impossible since I am a captain, but if you hold back on your magic for a while, we might surprise them."

"Yes, sir," Zaos said.

 The mercenaries had to spend a little more time to assume their positions, but in the end, they did so in order to make sure that all their soldiers could be used during the day. After a couple of minutes, the mercenaries finally began to march. Five hundred infantrymen, five hundred riders, five hundred archers…