All Chapters of Swordbound Chronicles: Chapter 1481
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The Hero Spirit Revealed.
Aura Mahat joined in the laughter, his mirth cold and calculating. "What are you laughing at, old Jin?" Foliot sneered, confusion replacing his earlier confidence.He didn't like it when Aura Mahat laughed along with the group, sensing something ominous in that shared mirth. Aura Mahat finished laughing after ten breaths, his amusement dying as suddenly as it had begun.He said cheerfully, "I'm laughing at the stupidity of foolish Foliots like you, blind to the truth before your very eyes. You are so stupid that you can't even see a Hero Spirit right in front of your eyes!" Now Aura Mahat's voice turned cold as the depths of winter."I'm laughing at you because you will die soon before your contract with your summoner in this world is completed!" Aura Mahat turned to Nevertary with deliberate slowness.He winked, a signal that spoke of long partnership and shared understanding. Accompanied by a popping sound that echoed like a bubble bursting, the strange bird-headed creature transfor
Wangmo's Conscription.
His name was Wangmo, a name that echoed through the quiet valleys like morning mist. He was only seventeen years old a month ago, still bearing the innocence of youth in his dark eyes.Wangmo came from a small village called Camandella, a village located quite close to the capital city of Torredorm where the scent of pine forests mingled with distant chimney smoke. Every day, Wangmo worked as a woodcutter in the forest, his calloused hands gripping the worn wooden handle of his father's old axe.He sold his wood at the village market, mainly to regular customers who ran food stalls and appreciated the clean burn of his carefully selected timber. Because Wangmo had been doing this work every day since he was young, his hands were strong even though he was not muscular, marked with the honest scars of honest labor.He was tall and slim, moving through the forest paths with the grace of someone born to the wilderness. His muscles were not prominent but were in proportion to his tall, sli
From Betrothal to Cage.
"What is this? I don't want to be a member of the military. Moreover, I don't want to fight!" His voice carried the desperation of a caged bird.Duk! The hilt of the sword struck Wangmo in the stomach, driving the air from his lungs in a painful rush.He fell to the ground, stars immediately filling his head like a constellation of agony. With bulging eyes, the soldier shouted loudly, his voice echoing off the stone buildings like thunder in a canyon.Wangmo felt like his ears were going deaf from the assault of sound and fury. "All men aged sixteen and above must register for military service. The country is in danger. We are going to war!" The soldier's face was fierce, twisted with the zealotry of those who served without question."But I'm getting married tomorrow! It's my engagement party!" Wangmo tried to wriggle out of it, his voice breaking with the weight of shattered dreams.But what could he do against the iron will of war? Wangmo was just a teenager, trying to fight milita
Copper Cavalry at Dawn.
That morning, the sky was still dark, and a cold wind was blowing from the sea that carried the salt taste of distant shores. But Wangmo was already awake and getting ready with all his weapons, each piece of gear a link in the chain of his transformation.His armor, shoulder pads, leg guards, gloves, sword, and spear were all laid out in front of him like the tools of destiny itself. From the tent housing fifty people, the clinking sound of metal could be heard as the young men donned their armor and battle gear, creating a symphony of preparation for war.All of them wore their armor in silence, each lost in thoughts of home and mortality. Occasionally, a cold wind blew through the gaps of the tents that were about to be dismantled, causing one by one of the young soldiers to shiver silently like leaves before the storm.The horrified faces were spared by the still dimly lit surroundings, shadows mercfully hiding the terror in their eyes. Wangmo finished getting ready, completing hi
The Enchanter's Wings.
Vultures could be seen flying and cawing, as if they had sensed the scent of death on the wind. Yet the war had not even begun, though its shadow already stretched across the land.At that moment, even the sound of the sea breeze was completely silent, nature itself holding its breath. The only sounds that could be heard were the pounding of footsteps and the deafening roar of the killing machines, a percussion of approaching doom.Everyone knew it clearly, the truth written in their very bones. The only sound louder than the pounding of the soldiers' hearts was the sound of their own heartbeats, which echoed loudly in the minds of each soldier like drums announcing judgment day.+++Wangmo sat upright in the ranks when he saw the young man walking in front of the entire army, his presence commanding attention like a flame in darkness. He wore a long dark robe that covered his black armor, the fabric flowing around him like liquid shadow.There was a magical logo that signified he was
Blessings Before the March.
That morning, Nip North City was immersed in a lively atmosphere that crackled with anticipation like lightning before a storm. The streets were bustling with excitement as thousands of Nip North citizens poured into the streets, their footsteps creating a symphony of eager anticipation on the ancient cobblestones.For several days, there had been announcements that the military would be parading before leaving for the battlefield at Meadow of Hope, the very name striking both fear and hope into mortal hearts.Considering that this was an opportunity to cheer on and bless the young soldiers who were going to fight, all the townspeople had prepared various signs of respect before the warriors left for the battlefield where destiny awaited.The most common thing they prepare is holy water, blessed liquid that shimmered with divine protection under the morning sun. This holy water is actually ordinary water that has been prayed over at the temple to ask for blessings and safety, transfor
Drums and Trumpets: The Army Emerges.
The drumbeat pulsed rhythmically, sounding like a heartbeat that resonated in every chest and soul. It was followed by the sound of trumpets, which sounded like mournful cries, but strangely enough, they fired up the fighting spirit like flames kindled in warrior hearts.At first, the rhythm was faint, but it grew louder and louder until it filled the very air with its power. The drums were beaten so hard that everyone's chest pounded in time with the beat, their hearts synchronizing with the call to war.Even their ears rang when the trumpets sounded with the voice of destiny itself. The combination caused a feeling of unease in the hearts of the audience, as if they stood on the threshold between peace and the unknown."Shh, be quiet. The enemy is approaching!" someone whispered, though they meant the parade, not true foes.The procession was led by a large army wearing bright red coats that blazed like captured fire in the morning light. Each button and embroidery on the sleeves of
Legends on Parade.
All the soldiers in the cavalry, though their heads were covered with helmets, had openings in the face that revealed their handsome features like glimpses of marble statues."Return home safely!""Marry me when the war is over!" The cries rose from feminine throats like music.Young girls threw blessings, sprinkling water that had been sanctified with prayers and hope.Everyone in the streets went wild as they praised the handsome, gallant soldiers on horseback, their voices creating a symphony of adoration.But time passed and all the soldiers on horseback disappeared at the city gate like a magnificent dream fading with dawn. The next performance was men with painted faces, all wearing dark animal skin coats that spoke of hunts in distant forests.The coats were very thick, clearly made from the skin of thick-furred animals that had roamed wild places. The archers did not wear armor, their freedom of movement more precious than protection.They only wore light animal skin coats tha
The Ice Dragon and the Royal Enchanter.
After the dragon's roar was heard, cold steam billowed from the direction of the deserted intersection like the breath of winter itself. It was freezing cold steam, ice vapor that could crystallize anything into eternal ice, each droplet sparkling with deadly beauty in the morning light."If that was the roar of a dragon, why wasn't it hot air or fire that was emitted? Why was it cold air that billowed out?" The people of Nip North City wondered, their voices trembling with both awe and fear. And they received their answer after ten breaths had passed, a time that felt as long as ten years to their racing hearts.The creature was extremely long, its serpentine form stretching beyond mortal comprehension. Its head was that of a dragon, as everyone knew from ancient legends carved in temple stones.Its whiskers hung down on both sides like silver ribbons touched by frost. Its scales, made of greenish-yellow steel, glistened in the sunlight like armor forged by the gods themselves.The d
Blessings, Betrayal, and the March.
At that very moment, as if awakened from a deep sleep, all the people who had been silent and mesmerized since the appearance of the Enchanter with the Water Dragon reached into their pockets and took out holy water that shimmered with blessed power. They sprinkled the water while reciting prayers for the safety of the Enchanter, each droplet carrying the weight of desperate hope.Lin and her friends, and others, were among the most enthusiastic in sprinkling the blessed water, also fervently reciting prayers for blessings that rose to heaven like sacred smoke. "Bless the Noble Enchanter of the Vellenor Kingdom!" "May the God Kyujun bless the Enchanter, so he may lead and win the upcoming war!" "Long live Vellenor! Long live Vellenor!" The chants rose like thunder across the morning sky.The previous silence and tension were now broken by cheers that shook the very foundations of the city. Thousands of water droplets splashed toward the Enchanter like a shower of liquid diamonds.Now