Even the Imperial legions, subjected to constant massacres, yearn for a truce. But the rule of Empress FRASTEO supported by her fearsome assassins, remains absolute and unchallenged, and her armies continue to conquer the ruins still free from the Imperial yoke.
And just when the last remaining ruin seems close to capitulation, dark powers beyond all imagination are set in motion, and the gods themselves must take sides in the impending battle... as the treasure chests once filled with black pearls were about to expire, unexpected news reaches the palace...
a weary and fortless explorer arrives in the city to report the discovery of a great treasure.
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The news spread throughout the city among civilians, wizards, and monsters, and King Frasteo read the explorer's report.
First, he asked for a blessing in the homeland of the undead, incredible beings capable of dying and resurrecting, whose origins are lost in the dawn of man; and it is the home of Heretic Witch, the beautiful guardian of an immortal world.
After receiving her blessing, they advised him not to go alone on this immense undertaking, but to ally himself with an old friend of great battles, his brother CONNOR79, to ensure a sure victory.
A messenger was immediately dispatched, who in less than 20 minutes arrived on the back of a flying dragon at the gates of his friend the sovereign.
A friend, incredulous at the grandiose news, quickly gathered his army of dragons and medics, capable of pulverizing thousands of enemies with their fiery breath...
Leaving his city, they encountered an army of undead right in front of the archruin under a large oak tree. They shook hands and studied their plan of attack.
The armored personnel of both races united; they seemed to be one; they served as a shield as well as recovering resources to be plundered. And the battle began. While the legions of monsters ran amok without a leader, our combined troops set off in meticulous order. The archers from the rear unleashed their arrows, and tens of thousands fell, pierced by the precise black poisoned arrows. From above, Connor79's dragons set fire to the enemy horses, and from below, soldiers and horses crushed the troops left alive from the archers' first attack...
His soldiers and chest were adorned with sharp spikes, striking terror into the hearts of his enemies who faced him in battle. At his belt, he carried a dark sword with a serrated blade, feared like Widow's Tears.
It was said that this sword was forged from the steel of his enemies' corpses and had the power to suck the souls of its victims, making its bearer an invincible leader.
The soldiers of the general's army feared him as much as they revered him. His voice roared like thunder on the battlefield, and his words were absolute law. No one dared contradict him or fail to fulfill the tasks he commanded, for the punishment would be exemplary and merciless.
For him, victory was all that mattered, and he did not hesitate to sacrifice even his own soldiers to achieve his goal. His strategy was ruthless and unpredictable, and his opponents were constantly one step behind him, unable to anticipate his moves.
Many believed the general was cursed by the gods, destined to wander for eternity as a demonic force of destruction. His thirst for blood and power seemed insatiable, and his reputation for terror spread like a baleful shadow over every battlefield.
No one knew exactly what had caused that battle, but in everyone's minds it was clear that the outcome would forever compromise the fate of the Two Sovereigns.
As the clash of swords echoed on the horizon, Frasteo crossed his arms over his chest, bowing his head in concentration. He began the ritual of protection, an ancient and forbidden spell passed down from generation to generation. His long white beard flickered in the wind, and his piercing eyes seemed to gaze into the soul of anyone who dared to gaze upon him.
With a dull thud, the ground around him lit up with a mauve light. Ghostly figures appeared and surrounded him, whispering words of power. Echoes from the shadow realm answered his call, dancing in a sinister vortex. Magical energy billowed through the air, intertwining with the rage and fear of the combatants on the surrounding battlefields.
The horizon glowed red as the flames of ruin and war-torn villages lit up the night sky. The enemy armies faced each other, their armor gleaming in the starlight and moonlight. War cries and cries of pain filled the air.
As the Wizard began his incantation, Widow's Tears in the hands of the soldiers reaped victims among the opposing army, the steel protecting the enemies' bodies was breached by the blade's edge, passing from one side to the other, no chain mail that could protect them.
The Undead general dispatched his enemies on the battlefield, sensing the monsters' powerful strength and knowing he had to move if he was to win this battle.
Despite the horror of the carnage, hero mage connor79 remained immobile, his spellcasting gestures unwavering. With each spell he cast, an invisible barrier rose, surrounding him and protecting him from the destruction raging around him.
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while the few dead were revived by the medics, Victory is in their pocket.
they divided the loot and the chests full of pearls returned on the shoulders of the porters to fill the castle's treasury, awaiting new grandiose purchases of unique artifacts.
