As the crowning of the New King came to an end, events foreseen by the great Sage Vega began.
It mirrors the small cutscene from the Dragon Introduction.
‘Valerio’ thought to himself as he observed the Heavens light up from the unexpected meteor shower that came down.
[My Champion, be on guard, the Realms are being spied on.] His Patron Deity warned suddenly with an edge to his tone.
By whom, if I may ask my Lord?
[I can't say for sure, the Veil which blocks our influence from reaching the mortal realms is preventing me from procuring more information on these new presences that dare defy the divine rules.] His God replied displeased, he did not add any further comments.
‘Fuck. There are so many possibilities as to who it can be that I can't place my finger on any of them without setting a chain reaction.’ He thought, there are at least 5 dimensions in the realms of Nore and if He dared to think about the World generator function…an infinite amount of realms just like his out there.
“Leandro I want you to do something for me…discreetly.” He commanded his captain.
“Your will is my command my Liege, what is that you wish for me to do?” The captain replied with zeal in his voice.
“Send a Shadow to collect as many Samples of those stones falling from the sky as possible and transport them back to our territory, tell the Head-butler to ‘place it close to a Hot Area and keep watch over them at all times.’” He whispered to his retainer.
“By your leave my liege, it shall be done at once.” The Captain turned around and left his side, another knight stood forward and continued the vigil as their duty compelled them to.
“Vorlos keep watch over the nobles in the court and inform me if they make any suspicious movements.” He muttered under his breath to his current aid.
“As you command Master.” The knight replied.
The court now was about to start, United by their King's power and joined by the archduke at the side who served as a clear reminder of what would happen to traitors.
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[Pov change : Avalon]
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He swept his gaze over the court, his face set in a permanent expression of cold resolution which hid the truth in his thoughts.
Three noble Houses are now controlled by Valerio…I can't believe that it was that easy to deal with them, why didn't I ask him to do that sooner when there was a threat bearing down at our front doors?!He screamed internally at himself, his mask falling apart as his logical side and pragmatic side came at odds with one another.
Because it would have attracted unwanted attention from the clergy, the high Bishop would have tried and twisted it into a convoluted mess that would have torn the kingdom into pieces.His logical side snapped coldly. Knowing Valerio, he would have torn the Church apart for going against the crown, just as he did with ‘the Lightbringer’ when the cataclysm happened.
The lightbearer was a Demon, an agent of chaos! A false Messiah that destroyed the Empire and killed hundreds of thousands of our people you ingrate! What Valerio did to him wasn't enough, he should have done worse! The pragmatic side retorted angrily.
‘Shut up.’ He ordered the Voices in his head, a migraine making itself known.’shut the fuck Up.’
He pushed those thoughts into the back of his mind and tried to clear his mind, he had much to do and so little time.
“The Court of Silverwing is finally unified, let this be marked in the history records as the beginning of the Kingdom’s Growth. It is year 1000.9.30 of the new calendar in this unknown continent.” The Young King declared, the aides and the historians wrote each word he uttered in the large tome which contained the history of their beginning as kingdom.”for this expansion to work successfully we require large amounts of food and resources, Scouts have reported that beyond the mountain range exist large amounts of unclaimed resources which will help us mitigate the Problem that might arise along the way.”
He swept his gaze to each noble and judged their reactions, no matter how good their facade might be they still let enough slip through for him to guess what they were thinking inwardly.
Though his friend’s reaction surprised him the most since he had a knowing smirk fixed on his face when he uttered the resources part.
“Your majesty I was planning to bring it up later but it seems like there is no need to do so anymore.” Valerio interjected, Signaling one of his men to bring him something.” I have already taken into consideration that we may expand at some point and Decided to expand my territory into the untamed jungle that blocks my path into the sea. Currently I am expanding a path which will allow me to procure more wood and food once the project is underway.”
Avalon's surprise didn't stop there, once the servant returned with an unexpected guest following behind.
“My Lords and ladies.”The Mage greeted simply, as expected from a member of the Tower of the Sorcerers they are quite direct and to the point.
His friend gave the map to the mage and said something to him while pointing at the area he had marked on the map.
The Mage nodded and brought out a blue Crystal shaped like a sphere from his robe and began chanting something, the map glowed a deep azure as mana was infused into the paper.
A projection sprang forward and expanded to show what his friend had been talking about, a drawn project that had been carefully added atop the Map of the area where it was being constructed.
“As you can see The Area which I am currently deforesting is quite thick and will aid our future endeavors by giving us lots of wood. But that is not the only resource I plan to harvest from this endeavor, animals and beasts alike call this place home.” Valerio paused as he muttered something to the mage again.” I will collect them and slowly tame them via selective breeding just as our ancestors did with horses and other beasts of burden. Once the path is clear I will immediately start harvesting fish from sea so your majesty I ask of you to hand me some of your craftsmen and labor force to finish it sooner and start the process of creating the trade routes.”
Avalon did not say anything for a few seconds, his brain had been bombarded by so much information and possibilities that he needed a break for just a second until he regained control of his body once more.
‘HE ALREADY GUESSED MY PLANS?!’
‘HE TOOK INTO CONSIDERATION MY PLAN AND FOLLOWED THROUGH BY BEGINNING TO GATHER THE RESOURCES NEEDED TO ACCOMPLISH…I guess I owe him one for that.’
He completely misunderstood it, the Young Monarch has no idea why ‘his friend’ started this project in the first place.
It was not to help him out with his conquest of the Wildlands.
It was not to stabilize the Kingdom that still lacked the required resources to expand their population.
Hell it wasn't even for earning prestige amongst the noble circles and establishing his duchy.
The reason why it all started was from a random thought about how to grow his power faster.
“Valerio lionheart as Your King I commend your-”
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[POV change to Valerio.]
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“Valerio lionheart as your King I commend your foresight and far-thinking, I will let you borrow all the Craftsmen and labor force that you might deem necessary to finish your project as fast as you can manage.” Avalon finally spoke after a moment which felt like an eternity to him even though it was barely thirty seconds.”The restrictions placed on your divine blessings is removed, You are henceforth allowed to use your power as you see fit to help the kingdom this I The Ruler of this Kingdom Decree.”
“Thank you, Your Majesty. I shall use them well to further our Kingdom’s Growth.” He bowed his head a fraction which hid the calculating gleam in his eyes.
‘I struck Gold Today.’
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[Achievement unlocked: Fooling the King]
[Achievement unlocked: hitting Gold]
[Achievement unlocked: Free reign]
[First Chapter completed: “The Awakening of Golden Lion”/ sub-quests completed: Dominating the Court, Bringing Justice, The People's Trust/Favor, Fooling the King.]
Ding
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‘This wannabe system is still acting up?’ He wondered, it had evolved to the point he could see it in front of his eyes instead of just hearing it as he did before.
[Divine Skill clairvoyance has leveled up!]
What?!
[Divine skill: Metamorphosis has leveled up!]
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[Passive skills: Tactics and statesmanship have leveled up!]
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[Skill: Paragon lvl 1→2]
No way, skills can be leveled up?!
[You have accumulated the necessary experience to rank up →Champion →Paragon]
Ranking up? That didn't exist in the game when I played it…
don't tell me…how long has it been since I came to this world?!
The Time flow is different the farthest one gets from the center, it may double or triple based on the barriers of linear-Not now damn you! I thought I had complete control over your usage!
…Fffffffff
At least a few years must have passed for such a new system to have been implemented in the game, or perhaps it is doing the function for one of the more game-ish based strengthening methods.
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Calm down, look there is already a hint at the notification. experience accumulation was how Heroes overcame their limits until they hit a bottleneck that would require unlocking Mastery of EX skills.
He felt a chill travel all over his nervous system-no not a chill…Power flowed into all the cervixes of his body and augment everything, his muscles felt stronger, bones more dense and rigid, his perception and sensory receptors were alive with new information he could not previously see and feel.
‘Is this how that guy from Solo-leveling felt each time he leveled up?’He wondered to himself, carefully testing his new strength by clenching and unclenching his definitely-now Superhuman body.’My muscles feel different, like refined steel fiber bunched together and ready to snap.’
Not just that, everything feels so slow all of a sudden…has my perception passed the threshold which causes the brain to think that time has halted?
“–From now on, I am reinstating the military draft as a requirement for all Men from ages 15 and up. We are living in a turbulent era and as such every able bodied man is required to weather the Storm.” It seems Avalon was not taking any chances when he was given the opportunity, he was planning to expand the garrison troops to at least a few legions worth.
“All blacksmiths are ordered to start recruiting apprentices to expand our productivity, the guilds are requested to begin gathering resources for large scale construction of both military armaments and civilian buildings, We can't allow our enemies to be the first who shall place the flag into the unclaimed resources.” You are quite behind Avalon, even for a so-called tactical Genius you are still just a golden-spooned primitive compared to someone from my World…at least one who isn't retarded and doesn't lack common sense.
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[???–one month later.]
“The Humans have begun mobilizing.” Stated a masked figure who was wearing an all-black robe which hid the gender.
“I am well aware of that, Denji, but we can't do anything about it yet.” replied a cat-like voice sagely.” They are blessed with many generals and commanders amongst them whereas we lack such competent people amongst our surviving tribes and clans.”
“But Master, we have you.” The one named Denji pouted.” You can call the winds to tear them apart, you who can sing to the spirits of the wild to do your bidding.”
“That I can do but you do not know what the spirits tells me when I ask them about our fate should we cross swords against these humans.” The Master whispered ominously.
“What do they tell you, Master Yip?”
“They sing the song of death…He will come, they say, he whose blood is divine will hunt us all down and nail our skulls on pikes as a warning to anyone who would dare stand in his way.” He told his student, he still could hear the spirits sing that song even more now that the sky fell.”He who annihilated the army of death to the last will hunt you down like a predator does his prey.”
“What is he called master? Perhaps we can assassinate him-” Denji uttered before his Master struck him down with the wooden pole he carried around.
“FOOL!” His master snapped angrily, a red glow appearing in his pupils that told him that he had done something very wrong.”You would destroy us all to the last Rakan, He will kill every single woman, child and elderly as an example!”
He cowered at his master's words, the rakans may be numerous but they were cowards to the marrow, once they felt that defeat was imminent they would scamper and try to hide. They held grudges for generations but they wouldn't act until their enemy had been weakened enough for them to feel comfortable to attack.
“Listen carefully Denji because I will say this only once, The Golden Lion should not be pushed or there will be consequences.” Master Yip admonished his student carefully.” He has the favor of a God Of War and the support of his Kingdom backing him.”
“Are you truly admitting defeat without-” Denji tried to say before a beastial glare from his master made him shut his mouth.
“I am not, I see no point in starting a fight with a superior enemy.” Master Yip sighed, his age showing in his face, even for a rakan he was old, nearly two hundred and fifty.” You need to learn to choose your battles Denji, I won't be around forever to guide you.”
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[Achievement unlocked: Inflicted the fear of God into your enemies.]
‘Huh? Dafuq? Is the system broken or something?’ Valerio wondered to himself as he sweatdropped at the random notification.
“Pull that Rope tighter!” He commanded one of his crusaders as they herded the beasts they had caught inside the cages they had brought with them.”Do not harm that Cow-looking beast at all costs, it is pregnant with a pair of calves!”
Time passes fast when you're busy. The clearing was completed within one week of the timeline which the guilds had predicted would take at least 3 weeks but with the extra hands Avalon handed to me everything was sped up.
He was right, the Dwarves had a steam/mana powered bulldozer-looking machine the size of a house which could hasten the process of uprooting the trees but it would overheat if pushed too much. It had a limit of 10.5 meters per break which it would take to cool off the container filled with liquid mana…otherwise it would explode with the power of a thermonuclear bomb.
That is why I advocated to use sparingly, I didn't want to test my durability and resistance against the sun going off in my face, no sir!
“Cart them directly to the new open area where the rest of the similar looking beasts reside, the aggressive are to be slaughtered and used to feed the workers and the warriors.” The Archduke relayed to his Head-butler.
“Of course my Lord.” He replied, signaling the scribes and the other administrative adepts to begin the work of recording the beasts by numbers who will be further divided and spread between the Ranch and the slaughterhouse.
“My Liege, We have reports of sightseeing the elves you warned us off to the north where the jungle Thickens.” One of his crusaders reported curtly, a scout had arrived with news of continued Sight seeings of such occurrences…as I predicted.
“I will deal with them personally, you guard the Workers while I am gone.” He commanded before taking a few steps away from the gathering and Jumped away.
With a mental command he Transformed into his demi-God Form which earned him a few awed looks from his men. He did not stop for a moment and gathered mana to the soles of his feet and used them as a trampoline to blast forward at speeds that broke the sound barrier.
“So that is the famous demi-God Form of the Lord eh.” A certain old Dwarf remarked as he observed their liege transform into a giant bathed in flames and light, a golden circle appearing out of nowhere behind his shoulders that reminded him of the legends of ages past.
“The Star of the Divine”, the mark of those who act as Champions for their Deities.
“It looks different from what I remember.” One of the few who had seen their Liege transform for the first time commented.”He was not this big before…and less glowly.”
The old dwarf spared a look to the warrior before returning his gaze to the slowly disappearing back of the giant man he calls master.
“He must have risen to the rank of ‘A favored’ by his God, no mere mortal Can conjure the Star of Divinity without being favored.” He murmured to himself, missing the shocked expression of the humans who had heard his words.
Indeed if one was sensitive enough to the flow of the Mana they would notice the sudden weight that pressed down on their minds, The gaze of a God was focused on his champion who was traveling at speeds unseen in this world which translated into a lot of torn trees and non-stop cracks and explosive noises.
The Demi-God who carved such a path of destruction through the jungle had thought ahead, he had taken into consideration the sensitivity of the treefolk and predicted their reaction accordingly.
‘There you are pointy ears.’ He smirked viciously, his gaze locked to the Sylvian riding a strange beast that was a mix between a deer and a purple lion.
He allowed one more burst of mana on his feets before he changed his trajectory mid-flight by using a particularly large tree as a slingshot that threw him in the path towards the flustered tree-humper that tried to run away…to late as he passed near and grabbed her by the neck while kicking her beast away with a slap that nearly caved its stomach as it flew back.
“Greetings Sylvian, you are trespassing in my domain, please do explain why you are here before I decide to break your neck.”He growled intimidatingly, making full use of his size and image as he glared down at the one meter tall winged female elf.
“Inceruno alera fyutri esl itaba!” She spoke as fast she could, not that I could understand what she was saying in the first place.
“I asked you a question and you dare spit on my generosity by cursing me in your tongue?! Then die-”
“Please do not harm her Lord, she doesn't speak the Imperial tongue.” Someone interrupted his execution, when he turned around he saw an old-looking elf who was floating thanks to those four enormous wings on his back.
“Well well well…what do we have here? A patriarch or a clan Lord? Which one I wonder.”He spun around and stared unfazed at the newcomers, he could feel the eyes of at least fifteen others boring on his skull with violent intent.
“the father of the girl you hold in your grasp, please I beg of you release her!” The old elf replied.
“Now now, Tree hugger, if I did such a thing your assassin hiding in the trees wouldn't have to worry about me tearing her head, correct?” He chuckled darkly, he flared his power like a supernova going off which caused violent winds to pick up and break the illusions hiding the sylvians from his gaze.”Do you take me for a fool old man? Even if I released this woman from my grasp your primitive bows wouldn't be able to even puncture my skin, imagine breaking past my armor.”
As soon as he uttered those words, liquid gold began spreading around his body like spider webs, a Red Gem appeared in the middle of his chest which caused the golden web to twitch and form into his armor of fate he had used previously against the undead.
From head to toes he was clad in a golden-white armor that fitted him perfectly like a glove. golden tattoos appeared around his neck which acted like skin armor who would block attacks should one manage to catch him off guard.
“Well then Old Man? Why don't you order your servants to lower their bows before I turn them to ash?” He straightened himself as he unsheathed his sword with his free hand, from tip to the pommel a red flame engulfed his weapon.
“Acyinta es.” The Old Sylvian uttered, the smaller elvish assassin lowered their bows and stood in place.”We seem to have a…misunderstanding. We mean you no harm, chosen One.”
“As if you can pose any harm to me, for an elf you are quite deaf to have missed it.” He shook his head at the unprepared Tree huggers.
All around the area stood his lionheart's arrow with their mithril bows pointed at the elfs. Behind him he heard a horse slowly approach and stop at his left.
“My liege, do you wish to exterminate these winged primitives?” The Commander of the lionheart's arrow asked calmly, he swept his gaze all over the potential battlefield and sniffed the air." I smell old oaks approaching slowly from the north, judging by that one reaction it must be a coordinated assault that relies on catching us unprepared.”
Hearing the Commanders words had him narrow his eyes until all that could be seen were two pits of azure glow that seemed to flicker like a storm each time he pulsed his energy.
“Equip fire arrows, attack any tree monster that gets closer than one hundred meters from you, be careful from underground attacks as these creatures employ their roots to tangle you to catch off guard their enemies. Do not allow the tree folk to leave your sight, they can use an illusion to hide in the shadows of the trees.”He ordered calmly, each time he spoke a word the old elf's eyes widen further and further until he looked like cartoon character with how close his eyes were from popping out of the skull.
“Esca retuena il vitincae!” One of the Sylvian archers yelled pointing at our backlines, he could taste the steely resolve of his crusaders getting closer to their position.
“It won't matter what you bring here Sylvian, if you don't lower your weapons and recall your monsters I will uproot this entire area and make sure to exterminate your kind to the last.”Valerio took on step forward and pointed his sword at the Old elf, the area where he placed his feet caught fire.
‘neat, area damage or is it Passive AOE?’ He thought inwardly, he took one more step towards the elf and subtly observed what happened when he placed his feet down.
‘it's the Aura reacting to the ambient mana creating the heat?’
Now that he focused on the invisible energies, he could see green lines sneaking from behind the elfs which grew thicker the farther he looked.
A dragon vein must be nearby, a possible Mana vein is inside his Territory awaiting to be harvested and used to create more Elite warriors for the conquests to come. his sixth sense finally reacted to his urging and didn't fail him this time either.
He calculated the possible tactical uses of this new resource that was now within his grasp, his thoughts all congregating in the usage of the liquid Mana that was such a precious resource to find currently.
“Change of plans Men.” He declared suddenly, eyes flashing blue as he tensed his body in preparation for what he must do next.”Kill them to last!”
He roared and jumped forward like a flaming meteor, fist clenched hard he tried to end the Old Elf in one punch.
Yet that unnatural dexterity of theirs wasn't a myth as the elf jumped and flapped those bug wings to make distance from the area he crashed down.
Dooon!
A solid three-meters deep crater appeared where the elf had been previously, a cloud of smoke flung up hiding the preparator whose only visible future were the two glowing azure eyes and the circle of energy behind his shoulders who hung there ominously pulsing to the same rhythm as the heart of the Mortal who had conjured it.
“Hahahahaha, I forgot about your unnatural quick-reaction speed.” The golden demi-God Boomed ominously as heavy steps were heard from the suddenly Silent jungle.”No matter…Box them Cirion Leandro!”
As soon as he gave that order, arrows flew from his feathershots and nailed a few unprepared sylvians to the trees they stood, yet the crusaders were the ones who caused the most chaos amongst their enemies by slamming them bodily to the ground and cutting their heads without any hesitance being shown.
“Kill them all Men, for the Glory of Lionheart!” Leandro boomed, he too has been showing signs of heroic awakening this month during their training together.
He didn't know exactly how it worked but there were a few hints recorded on the library in the Capital, one the most glaring hints was the morale heightening effect one could muster when allowed to lead, to his sixth-sense it looked like a bursts mana leaving the body and traveling around like a “wave”.
The other hints were far more visible, the body changing or an ability suddenly activating, the rest of the stuff I read was more speculations than facts so no point in dwelling on them.
“Why did you change your mind so suddenly?!” Demanded the older Elf questiongly as he continued to dodge his telegraphed attacks.
“Because I don't trust invaders who serve a Goddess who is a sworn enemy of my God!” He answered, he wasn't lying per se but neither was he telling the actual truth.
You see, now that he had the full picture completely assembled after fully analyzing the memories of the ‘old Valerio’, he understood a different perspective, the races of this World were pushed against one another to further their God's influence in the Realm where they reside.
Humanity for example Had one “Creator” God and few others they had contracted during specific points in time but the major holder of Human Souls was The Sun God “At’hamet’tkar” which roughly translates into “The-Almighty-One”, I know it sounds quite pretentious when there are other such Deities associated with the Creator title but here is the thing, This One Is a “Human God”.
He is one of a Kind, the only One who has shaped his chosen race in his image. If you still can't grasp the sheer magnitude of what I'm telling you then let me expand it a bit further.
At’hamet’tkar was not shaped by the whatever the hell gave birth to the other Deities, He just appeared One day and decided to create an entire species in his image while the other Deities were still in the process of being formed from the shapeless energies which gave birth to the species which inhabit this world now.
This fact is something the other Deities hate with burning passion, one of them is the one who holds a fair shair over these obnoxious Pointy ears, The One called Myciela, Goddess of Nature(and secretly Spite).
She calls herself the ArchRival? of At’hamet’tkar who doesn't give a Fuck to be honest. He is too Powerful to care about some insignificant bitchy Goddess who thinks too highly of herself when she has yet to accomplish something as special as he has who is lauded as the First amongst the Many who followed on his steps.
To put it Bluntly He is the famous Guy Known for his Accomplishment in his field while she is the retarded Karen who runs her mouth like the stupid cunt she is.
“Tell Myciela that I said fuck you when you meet her.” I grinned diabolically before disappearing from the area I stood and reappearing behind the unprepared elf fist cocked behind ready to cave his skull in.
His fist blurred forward at lightning speeds which seemed as if it was tearing space itself when it suddenly crashed at the back of the tensing elf who was distracted by two silver arrows lodging in his kneecaps by Cirion.
BAAANG!
A resounding thunderclap followed the punch which tore through the skull of the elf and left a crater to ground along the liquified gray matter the elf once called brain.
“Hmm…did I overdid it?”Valerio mumbled under his breath, the head had a hole which his arm had gone through that kept the body up.
Huh these creatures' blood is purple? How interesting, perhaps I should take a few and test them for inter-species breeding-
“Maybe just a little bit my Lord, the blood smear flew all over the place and disrupted the enemies' cohesion.” Indeed the blood had created an opening when it flew all over the place, the sudden death of their leader had the rest of the Sylvians in shock which allowed his followers to kill them more easily with a few Stragglers being caught by a few crusaders.
“Sir The tree monsters should be close, shall we deploy the fire arrows?” Cirion pointed behind him, the trees seemed to become twisted as if someone was purposely setting the battlefield to their advantage.
“No need to waste our Ace yet, save it for the conquest.” He waved his suggestion off, mithril and silver are still too rare to be wasted willy-nilly.”I will deal with these Ents.”
He unsheathed his Sword and took position, the first treant who came into his field of vision didn't have enough time to raise its arm before his flying slash turned the monster into useless chunks of wood.
And just like that he invented a new skill, unknowingly he resurrected a lost sword-style.
The first slayed treant should have been a signal of what's to come as the golden-warrior flew from one tree-monster to another like a lighting bolt of focused violence and martial skill, until all that remained were cut logs and chunks of wood dripping golden sap where the sword slash had cut.
Ten minutes passed then twenty until the half an hour mark came to pass, then the jungle fell silent, the only noise present were the heavy steps of the Demi-God who had massacred fifty Giant Treants by himself.
“Send a message to the Craftsmen and the guilds, I have a new project for them to complete.”He broke the pregnant silence, he swept his gaze at the fallen enemies who were bleeding the second component for the potential potion he hadn't made yet.”And tell them to bring Containers to collect the golden sap from these tree monsters, I have a use for them as well.”
He didn't say anything else as he sat on the largest log and began cleaning his sword with a cloth he pulled from inside a Pocket of his vest that became visible once he deactivated his front armor.
‘Unrefined Treant sap, the blood of Nature itself and the second component for making the potion which will allow you to breakthrough without needing to rank up the long way.’ He replayed the words that had come in his mind when his sixth-sense added its input.
He had been preparing for his eventual battle against the elfs but he had imagined it to be more difficult based on his knowledge of the game, they were supposed to be the highest performing species based on the stats alone and nearly unbeatable as a coordinated group of fighters led by a decent commander.
‘Have I been too paranoid this entire time? Expecting my enemy to be better prepared and much more adept than me?’ He wondered as he glanced back at his pristine warriors who had made a perimeter around the area they had accidentally cleared up(more like he accidentally cleared up but details details).
‘Not one wounded or crippled…let alone killed in action? Humans should be at disadvantage against elfs thanks to their blessed nature yet they managed to slaughter and capture these supposedly unbeatable tree folks without losing a finger in the process.’He thought process was based on hard data he had collected against veteran players who used these elfs as their main build yet it didn't match to the reality of his situation.
What he didn't know was that the devs were to be blamed for this miscommunication of his.
In reality Humans were the second most resilient race next to their cousins The dwarfs who are renowned for their tough bodies.
The elfs were the last race to come to this list behind the rakans who were ranked fifth after the Undeads who held the fourth place and the “Kins” third place who have yet to make an appearance.
Presently Humanity is the single-most deadly group with so many strongholds held by different factions who don't have yet heroes to rally and create their kingdoms to compete with the only present Soon to be Empire of Silverwing who will Begin a crusade to conquer the continent of Nore at all costs.
He will learn these facts once he comes across the other species in combat where he will test his tactics and skills against their Bests.
“Hmmm…I wonder what happened to the mercenary races, there was a lot of variety there that I can't help but think about the potential consequences of allowing such magical creatures to run rampant without an AI regulating their potential…”He muttered to himself thoughtfully, an idea seemed to pop up to expand on that train of thought.
So goblins and Orcs, high-elves are the Triangle of Bermuda in most fictional stories…usually the two former races Gangbanging the last one into submission-resulting in unchecked monster infestation all over the ancient ruins…
Do Goblins and Orcs have females amongst their species?
…They should, otherwise the potential consequences of them not existing is quite dark for the other races here…a bad ending if there was any for the unlucky ones to get abducted and used as a breeding machine.
With those foreboding dark thoughts on his mind he observed his followers arrive one after another, equipments was being ferried by strange horses
that mirrored some mythical creatures in his old world, some had fire as a mane and others looked like they had come straight out of hell with billowing shadows following each step and fiery red eyes Being a dead giveaway of their Status.
