The commoners of the mortal world did not know of the arguments and debates that happened inside the Pantheon Temple. The only thing on the minds of the two large armies fighting was victory. The Gods did not bother them.
The first to recover was the Orc Emperor, Junero Tiger. A flash of chilling light went through his eyes, and he raised his arms to let the guards beside him blow the giant signaling horn. This issued the command for a grand attack.
The bleak and heroic horn sound echoed in the cold air of winter. It woke the Orcs that were stunned.
What reason was there to hesitate? What was there to be stunned about? Even if the Gods and their oracles were not around anymore, the enemy side was just the same!
If this was so, then they still had the same huge advantage!
If this was so, what were they waiting for?! It was time to attack!
The battle arrays on both sides were already quite messy. Orcs, humans, and other races that supported each of the two parties mixed together in a mess. Once the Orcs decided to take action, they immediately damaged the human side.
The humans quickly reacted and began counter-attacking by rearranging their array. But compared to the Orcs, the humans were disadvantaged in terms of small-scale fighting. Because their arrays were still a mess, they immediately suffered losses. They survived thanks to the mortal believers of the God of Knights who had enjoyed large-scale resurrection. They recovered lots of battle power. Otherwise, the war situation might have immediately collapsed.
Fortunately, the human side maintained momentum. They gained a bit of advantage in the overall setting and had the knights who still had some divine power invested in them as a backbone. After some hard battles, they finally stabilized the battle array and began to fight back hard.
This meant that the Orcs mixed amongst the human battle array were finally killed. It also meant that the battle of these two parties had once again entered the cruelest stage of killing.
“Your Highness! Please give your order quickly!” messengers cried. One by one, they ran towards the Golden Eagle Crown flag, hoping that His Highness the King could immediately give orders. Attack or defend? If they were attacking, how should they attack? If they were defending, how should they defend? In short, they needed a plan.
But what they saw was His Highness lying on the floor, his head and body separated. A young man who looked quite similar to His Highness was wearing the Eagle Crown and holding the Eagle Sword, standing beside his dead body.
Some of the more impulsive people were immediately furious. They yelled angrily as they charged over to kill this abominable assassin, in order to avenge His Highness. Leon frowned a little. He almost took action, but priest Wookie moved first. He cast a spell to temporarily imprison these impulsive messengers.
“Everybody wait!” he said loudly. “This is the youngest son of the belated king. He is His Highness of Prince Leon, who survived the coup. He is the true heir to the kingdom!”
The messengers were stunned. Of course, they knew how King Woods was enthroned; they also knew that if Prince Leon came back, he absolutely had the right to kill the thief and calm the rebellion. There were even quite a number of them who secretly supported Prince Leon setting things back on the right path.
It was just that… the timing was f**king wrong!
War was in full swing. The dangerous situation needed His Highness the King to give orders. But Prince Leon had killed His Highness of the King with a sword… All right, they would admit that he was killed rightfully, and well, but what about the war?!
For a moment, the messengers felt sick to their stomachs. All cast eyes of helplessness and resentment at Leon, who came at a wrong time.
Leon could not help but laugh as they stared on.
“I know what you are all worried about,” he said. “Since I killed Woods, I will, of course, take up the responsibility he was to bear.”
He waved his hand and the “Eagle Clothing” armor on the floor flew up and attached to his body.
The three artifacts had once again converged. They immediately called out to each other and gave out a dim white light.
Now that the armor was on Leon’s body, the light of the three artifacts was more concentrated. It looked as if it had turned into a suit of armor completely made of white light.
Leon gently smiled and jumped up. The white light of the three artifacts gathered on his back and became a pair of white-light wings, supporting him as he floated in the air.
“Your Highness Orc Emperor,” he began. Though his voice was not loud, it broadcast through the entire battlefield. No matter how violent the voices of killing were they could not cover his message. “I am Leon Igor, the descendant of the Eagle, the true heir of the Kingdom, and the current heir of the three artifacts. The killing going on isn’t in our best interest. Even if we fight until there is victory, we will lose a huge number of young and strong men. So many it will be enough to make us incapable of recovering for a few decades.
“Is Your Highness the Emperor interested in following the traditions of experts, and drawing a duel between us to decide the outcome of this war?”
Junero Tiger frowned. Although he usually pretended to be a weak scholar to hide his shocking strength, he could naturally see what Leon’s level was. Facing an opponent who was an expert, from the top of the legendary realm, who also held the three artifacts? This made even Junero Tiger feel a bit intimidated.
But before he replied someone in the Orc army yelled angrily, “Everybody knows that Our Highness is a person who leads all our different races of Orcs with his wisdom and brain. You want him to fight you to death? That’s like asking a scholar to fight a sailor! That is absolutely ridiculous!”
It was the general commander of the Southern army of Orcs, Iron Teeth Yiloh.
He was surrounded by a group of knights and fought violently with them, but he was flustered. He hung on bitterly for a long time before his subordinates finally came to support him. With the help of his subordinates, he finally broke through this group of knights and slew the young knight, who was the leader. He almost went to chop off the opponent’s head, but an average-level knight protected the young one. His body glowed with a bright light before they both disappeared without a trace. Iron Teeth Yiloh raged with madness at that moment.
Seeing that the enemy had escaped, he felt really furious; and then suddenly there came a Leon Igor. It was a wonder he spoke so immediately and without any manners.
Leon was not angry. Instead, he smiled gently and asked, “According to the duel rules, if one party cannot participate in the duel, he can find other people to substitute. Could it be that this brother who is full of rage planned to come out on behalf of Your weak scholar Highness, and duel with me?”
Yiloh was stunned. When he went to answer, he suddenly heard the voice of the elderly of the church.
“Shut up!” The voice of the elder was accompanied by anger. “You are not his opponent!”
If it someone else had spoken, Yiloh would not have been convinced. But this was the elder who was once his teacher. Facing his teacher’s rebuke, he could only lower his head in accordance and shut his mouth, even as a general in control of heavy armies.
“What that boy Yiloh said was reasonable,” the elder of the church, who was holding the staff of imprisonment, sighed softly. He slowly floated up into the air and faced Leon. “Our Highness does not lead my race with military skill. He is not suitable to duel with you.”
“Maybe this old man wants to duel with me?” Leon smiled and said. “Although respecting the old and loving the young is a virtue, if you really want to duel then I will not spare any mercy.”
The ancient elder gently tapped his staff of imprisonment and a strong magic power dispersed from his body. It formed a huge shaman formation mid-air.
“Young boy, do not think for one second you are invincible just because you stepped into the top legendary realm and hold some artifacts!” he said furiously. “I stepped into the top of the legendary realm a long time ago, and I am also holding an artifact. If we really fight, you are not necessarily my opponent!”
“If His Highness the Emperor is willing to use this duel to decide the war, then I will do my best to fight even if you are not my opponent,” Leon said in a serious manner. “I can presume you feel the same way.”
The elder of the church did not reply. He turned around and looked at Junero under the huge battle flag.
Junero Tiger sighed a little and let his subordinate use an amplifying magic spell on him. Then he said, “Although you are suggesting a duel to decide the results of this war, on what basis exactly are you giving orders to the entire Eagle Kingdom?”
Leon smiled and raised his sword.
The bright light on the Eagle Sword shone brightly. Its white light spread out on either side as if a huge eagle had spread its wings. It almost covered the entire sky.
“With just this!” he said. “The Eagle Sword!”
The commoners of the mortal world did not know of the arguments and debates that happened inside the Pantheon Temple. The only thing on the minds of the two large armies fighting was victory. The Gods did not bother them.
The first to recover was the Orc Emperor, Junero Tiger. A flash of chilling light went through his eyes, and he raised his arms to let the guards beside him blow the giant signaling horn. This issued the command for a grand attack.
The bleak and heroic horn sound echoed in the cold air of winter. It woke the Orcs that were stunned.
What reason was there to hesitate? What was there to be stunned about? Even if the Gods and their oracles were not around anymore, the enemy side was just the same!
If this was so, then they still had the same huge advantage!
If this was so, what were they waiting for?! It was time to attack!
The battle arrays on both sides were already quite messy. Orcs, humans, and other races that supported each of the two parties mixed together in a mess. Once the Orcs decided to take action, they immediately damaged the human side.
The humans quickly reacted and began counter-attacking by rearranging their array. But compared to the Orcs, the humans were disadvantaged in terms of small-scale fighting. Because their arrays were still a mess, they immediately suffered losses. They survived thanks to the mortal believers of the God of Knights who had enjoyed large-scale resurrection. They recovered lots of battle power. Otherwise, the war situation might have immediately collapsed.
Fortunately, the human side maintained momentum. They gained a bit of advantage in the overall setting and had the knights who still had some divine power invested in them as a backbone. After some hard battles, they finally stabilized the battle array and began to fight back hard.
This meant that the Orcs mixed amongst the human battle array were finally killed. It also meant that the battle of these two parties had once again entered the cruelest stage of killing.
“Your Highness! Please give your order quickly!” messengers cried. One by one, they ran towards the Golden Eagle Crown flag, hoping that His Highness the King could immediately give orders. Attack or defend? If they were attacking, how should they attack? If they were defending, how should they defend? In short, they needed a plan.
But what they saw was His Highness lying on the floor, his head and body separated. A young man who looked quite similar to His Highness was wearing the Eagle Crown and holding the Eagle Sword, standing beside his dead body.
Some of the more impulsive people were immediately furious. They yelled angrily as they charged over to kill this abominable assassin, in order to avenge His Highness. Leon frowned a little. He almost took action, but priest Wookie moved first. He cast a spell to temporarily imprison these impulsive messengers.
“Everybody wait!” he said loudly. “This is the youngest son of the belated king. He is His Highness of Prince Leon, who survived the coup. He is the true heir to the kingdom!”
The messengers were stunned. Of course, they knew how King Woods was enthroned; they also knew that if Prince Leon came back, he absolutely had the right to kill the thief and calm the rebellion. There were even quite a number of them who secretly supported Prince Leon setting things back on the right path.
It was just that… the timing was f**king wrong!
War was in full swing. The dangerous situation needed His Highness the King to give orders. But Prince Leon had killed His Highness of the King with a sword… All right, they would admit that he was killed rightfully, and well, but what about the war?!
For a moment, the messengers felt sick to their stomachs. All cast eyes of helplessness and resentment at Leon, who came at a wrong time.
Leon could not help but laugh as they stared on.
“I know what you are all worried about,” he said. “Since I killed Woods, I will, of course, take up the responsibility he was to bear.”
He waved his hand and the “Eagle Clothing” armor on the floor flew up and attached to his body.
The three artifacts had once again converged. They immediately called out to each other and gave out a dim white light.
Now that the armor was on Leon’s body, the light of the three artifacts was more concentrated. It looked as if it had turned into a suit of armor completely made of white light.
Leon gently smiled and jumped up. The white light of the three artifacts gathered on his back and became a pair of white-light wings, supporting him as he floated in the air.
“Your Highness Orc Emperor,” he began. Though his voice was not loud, it broadcast through the entire battlefield. No matter how violent the voices of killing were they could not cover his message. “I am Leon Igor, the descendant of the Eagle, the true heir of the Kingdom, and the current heir of the three artifacts. The killing going on isn’t in our best interest. Even if we fight until there is victory, we will lose a huge number of young and strong men. So many it will be enough to make us incapable of recovering for a few decades.
“Is Your Highness the Emperor interested in following the traditions of experts, and drawing a duel between us to decide the outcome of this war?”
Junero Tiger frowned. Although he usually pretended to be a weak scholar to hide his shocking strength, he could naturally see what Leon’s level was. Facing an opponent who was an expert, from the top of the legendary realm, who also held the three artifacts? This made even Junero Tiger feel a bit intimidated.
But before he replied someone in the Orc army yelled angrily, “Everybody knows that Our Highness is a person who leads all our different races of Orcs with his wisdom and brain. You want him to fight you to death? That’s like asking a scholar to fight a sailor! That is absolutely ridiculous!”
It was the general commander of the Southern army of Orcs, Iron Teeth Yiloh.
He was surrounded by a group of knights and fought violently with them, but he was flustered. He hung on bitterly for a long time before his subordinates finally came to support him. With the help of his subordinates, he finally broke through this group of knights and slew the young knight, who was the leader. He almost went to chop off the opponent’s head, but an average-level knight protected the young one. His body glowed with a bright light before they both disappeared without a trace. Iron Teeth Yiloh raged with madness at that moment.
Seeing that the enemy had escaped, he felt really furious; and then suddenly there came a Leon Igor. It was a wonder he spoke so immediately and without any manners.
Leon was not angry. Instead, he smiled gently and asked, “According to the duel rules, if one party cannot participate in the duel, he can find other people to substitute. Could it be that this brother who is full of rage planned to come out on behalf of Your weak scholar Highness, and duel with me?”
Yiloh was stunned. When he went to answer, he suddenly heard the voice of the elderly of the church.
“Shut up!” The voice of the elder was accompanied by anger. “You are not his opponent!”
If it someone else had spoken, Yiloh would not have been convinced. But this was the elder who was once his teacher. Facing his teacher’s rebuke, he could only lower his head in accordance and shut his mouth, even as a general in control of heavy armies.
“What that boy Yiloh said was reasonable,” the elder of the church, who was holding the staff of imprisonment, sighed softly. He slowly floated up into the air and faced Leon. “Our Highness does not lead my race with military skill. He is not suitable to duel with you.”
“Maybe this old man wants to duel with me?” Leon smiled and said. “Although respecting the old and loving the young is a virtue, if you really want to duel then I will not spare any mercy.”
The ancient elder gently tapped his staff of imprisonment and a strong magic power dispersed from his body. It formed a huge shaman formation mid-air.
“Young boy, do not think for one second you are invincible just because you stepped into the top legendary realm and hold some artifacts!” he said furiously. “I stepped into the top of the legendary realm a long time ago, and I am also holding an artifact. If we really fight, you are not necessarily my opponent!”
“If His Highness the Emperor is willing to use this duel to decide the war, then I will do my best to fight even if you are not my opponent,” Leon said in a serious manner. “I can presume you feel the same way.”
The elder of the church did not reply. He turned around and looked at Junero under the huge battle flag.
Junero Tiger sighed a little and let his subordinate use an amplifying magic spell on him. Then he said, “Although you are suggesting a duel to decide the results of this war, on what basis exactly are you giving orders to the entire Eagle Kingdom?”
Leon smiled and raised his sword.
The bright light on the Eagle Sword shone brightly. Its white light spread out on either side as if a huge eagle had spread its wings. It almost covered the entire sky.
“With just this!” he said. “The Eagle Sword!”
