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Warlock of War: My Ares System

Check out my other novels - |Arpious of the Planes| |The Rise of Quetzalcoatl| |Warlock of Wisdom: My Odin System| -- Same Universe - |Warlock of Wisdom: My Odin System| |Warlock of Oceans: My Poseidon System| ------------------------------------------------------------------- It was a cold and lonely death on the battlefield despite the thousands of warriors around me and the beating sun shining upon my corpse. In the year 431, I had died on the battlefield. I was reincarnated into a new world, hoping my life would be better, but I ended up in a more miserable situation than before. As the sickness began to eat the insides of my mother, a saving grace that would pull me out of the darkness, but into the abyss... had come. [A system is being chos- [Interference by higher being] [Error] [Authority is insuffici- [Error] [Authority is sufficient] [Your god has been selected] [Your system has been granted] [Ares System is being installed] ------------------------------------------------------------------- Please inform me in the comments of a chapter if it seems unreadable because there are times when I get so bored that I just don't edit it. -- Twitter - @equuipwebnovel Discord - equuip#6686 -- paypal.me/AuthorEquuip Any money you send will help me commission people to create new covers for my novels. -- Thank you to dini_galeri for the amazing artwork!

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Journey to The Magic Tower (1)

Findir, however, declined without hesitation. His voice was determined, but his gaze softened as he explained that he and his companions could not risk such a detour. He feared the elf's village would not accept outsiders, and his group had other pressing matters to attend to. Though the elf's disappointment was apparent, he did not press further, respecting Findir's decision.

Changing the subject, Findir inquired about the nearest magic tower. His question caused the elf to pause, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. Though he seemed hesitant to speak, he eventually glanced back at the group of slaves, as though weighing what to say. Without addressing Findir's motives for such a query, he began to converse openly with the entire group, his tone conversational yet deliberate.