All Chapters of Swordbound Chronicles: Chapter 1491
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Assembling the Enchanter’s Guard.
Guo Jiang shrugged, his shoulders bearing the weight of impossible decisions. He sounded annoyed, frustration bleeding through his composed facade."I don't know. We'll see. Right now, you'd better follow me to see the army of wizards, they are spellcasters from various races. We also have to check the readiness of the healers!" The two walked through the night, passing dimly lit tents to meet the magic troops, the spellcasters whose power would tip the balance of war.The camp of spellcasters was quite large, sprawling like a small city within the greater encampment. There were many spellcasters of various races there, their diversity a testament to the alliance's strength.Humans, Elves, Fey, and magical creatures filled the space with their otherworldly presence. All of them greeted the Enchanter when he suddenly entered the tent, their respect palpable as morning mist.The Enchanter's gaze swept across the large tent, taking in every detail with the precision of a master tactician
Five Enchanter Protective Spell Casters – Part I.
It was still early evening, the twilight air thick with the scent of woodsmoke and steel. Many soldiers were walking around the Vellenor Army camp, their armor clanking softly in the gathering dusk.Not only were those on guard duty patrolling and keeping watch, but there were also many soldiers spending their time relaxing under the moonlight that cast silver shadows across the encampment. Of course, they were carrying weapons and ready to act at a moment's notice, their hands never far from sword hilts and spear shafts.That night, in almost every part of the camp, there were bonfires to keep warm against the night wind that carried whispers of approaching war. Some soldiers were showing off their combat skills, their blades catching firelight like captured lightning.Meanwhile, at the spellcaster camp, the atmosphere was tense as a drawn bowstring. Ivien, the Fey Chief, appeared to burst into the tent just as the audition for the selection of five spellcasters conducted by the new
Five Enchanter Protective Spell Casters – Part II.
Fey also knows the truth, understanding the reality behind Milla's brave words. However, she tries to deceive herself by believing the words of her lover, Milla, clinging to hope like a drowning person clutches driftwood.Ivien left the spell-casting tent with long strides that spoke of barely controlled emotion. The sound of her boots echoed loudly as they hit the ground like funeral drums beating a solemn rhythm.Everyone could guess the torment that raged within her soul. Ivien was tormented by Milla's decision, love and fear warring in her heart like opposing armies.+++"The performance is over. Allow me to apply for the position, Mr. Enchanter." Milla bowed, humbling herself before Guo Jiang with the grace of one born to magic.Meanwhile the Enchanter remained silent, his dark eyes studying her with the intensity of one who could see souls. He witnessed it himself, the drama that had just unfolded like a tragedy written in starlight.Milla's lover did not approve of her idea, an
Five Enchanter Protective Spell Casters – Part III.
The Enchanter seemed satisfied with his protective wizards, each one a weapon forged for the coming storm. He whispered to Hogret with the confidence of one who had chosen well."What do you think, friend? Do they have strong magic to protect me when darkness falls like a shroud?" Hogret did not answer with words, his silence more eloquent than speech.His two thumbs answered the question with gestures that spoke of approval. Hogret himself tested the abilities of the wizards, his experienced eye measuring their worth.After everything was settled like pieces on a game board, Guo Jiang thought there was something else he needed to take care of. He excused himself with the authority of one whose time was precious as gold."I am leaving this camp. I hope you all know your duties during the war, when chaos reigns and only skill determines survival! The first thing I want is a leader who can recite spells with the voice of command.""I will communicate with this leader. He will be the one
The Silver Phalanx at Field of hope.
The wind blew strongly across Field of hope, carrying dry grass into the air and landing in people's hair like scattered omens of approaching doom. The sky was dark, with only half the moon visible above, its pale light struggling against the encroaching shadows.Black clouds rolled in, blocking out the stars and adding to the gloom of the night that pressed down like a heavy shroud. A group of tall, slender figures could be seen standing at a distance from the Vellenor Army camp, their forms wavering like mirages in the dim light.This group stood not far from the wire fence surrounding the army camp, their presence ominous as gathering storm clouds. Their numbers were not as many as the Vellenor soldiers, yet their unified stance spoke of disciplined power.There were approximately a thousand figures there, each one radiating an aura of lethal grace. All of them were wearing dark silver battle armor that seemed to absorb the starlight rather than reflect it.The color appeared dull
Niossae’s Proposal.
She spoke in a low voice, trying to sound friendly despite the menace that clung to her like shadow.She bowed and greeted the Enchanter with respect that bordered on mockery. "My name is Niossae, I am a Dark Elf from the Starfield Clan. I represent my people; we have come tonight to volunteer to join the Vellenor Army in battle," her voice carrying the music of distant winds through dead forests.Niossae Dark Elf's voice was cut off when suddenly, another shadow appeared from within the camp like a ghost given substance. His steps were hurried and long, covering ground with the urgency of one bearing terrible news.He spoke loudly, his voice cutting through the night air like a blade through silk. "Don't trust that Elf. They are a group of Dark Elves who often commit crimes! They often rob our Light Warrior Clan!" The accusation hung in the air like a death sentence.Instantly, all heads turned toward the source of the voice with the synchronized precision of a military drill. Thodr!
Terms Agreed and Night Patrol.
"Let us stay in another part of the forest in Vellenor, free from hostility with humans who fear what they do not understand. Of course, the forest where we live must be separated from the Light Warrior Elves, for old hatreds die hard.""Waging war and hostility among Elves for hundreds of years over resources is too exhausting, a cycle of violence that serves only death itself. The Dark Elves will be willing to accept the alliance's compensation by choosing a new forest separate from the White Warriors anywhere within the Kingdom of Vellenor!" Silence again fell like snow on a battlefield, covering all sound in unnatural quiet.These were the long, demanding words of a Dark Elf leader whose ambitions could reshape kingdoms. No one could guess whether the Enchanter would grant this request that hung in the balance like a sword over their heads.The Enchanter broke the silence with a cold voice that cut through the night like winter wind. "Is that all?" Niossae always answered quickly,
Dragon Reconnaissance over Mount Matafail.
“Remember that future victory, it will be your Light Warrior Elf reward. A comfortable place to live, far from human attacks and the Dark Elves you have always hated! They will play a role in the future victory that will echo through ages."Thodr turned his face away and looked at the Enchanter with new understanding dawning in his ancient eyes. The Enchanter was smiling at him with expression that held secrets deeper than ocean trenches.Suddenly, Thodr was overcome with deep shame that burned through his chest like molten metal. He had been too selfish, thinking only of his group's hostility and ignoring Vellenor completely, placing personal grievance above greater good.Thodr stared blankly at the Enchanter as the wizard jumped onto the back of Ryu the Water Dragon, followed by Hogret and five spellcasters whose robes billowed in the supernatural wind. Thodr stared at the group as they flew toward the sky, their destination being Mount Matafail, where the Udristan Army was camped l
Awaiting the Udristan Messenger.
"Even then, a battle broke out between us and six genien who attacked like demons from the pit. Although we won through skill and cunning, we had to flee when reinforcements arrived.""Another group of Afrit arrived shortly after, forcing our retreat," explained Nevertary with respect that bordered on reverence. The Enchanter remained silent, his mind processing information like a master strategist.A few moments later, he spoke again in a low voice that carried the promise of vengeance. "No need to rush. Soon we will kill them in open battle where their blood will water the earth!""Understood, Master!" The response carried absolute loyalty.Hearing the open war, the blood of everyone on the Dragon's back boiled instantly with anticipation that set their souls ablaze. War was indeed terrible and frightening, a dance with death itself.But war also brought strange feelings and adrenaline rushes to those fighters and skilled wizards whose hearts beat with the rhythm of battle drums."I
Udristan’s Ultimatum.
The sound of horse hooves could be heard faintly like distant thunder rolling across empty plains.Gradually, it grew louder, signaling that the rider was getting closer with each passing moment. The soldier grew larger and larger, taking shape from shadow into solid threat.He was alone, a single figure against an army of thousands. But he did not look afraid or intimidated, even though he was facing thousands of soldiers, including renowned warriors from Vellenor whose reputations preceded them like legends."He's been enchanted, or at least given a potion that makes him fearless beyond mortal limits!" Petiare, the spell-casting nymph, hissed with voice that carried the sound of rushing streams."Let him come closer! I want to hear the message from King Udristan, the words that may seal our fates," said Guo Jiang with anticipation that burned like cold fire.At a certain distance, approximately one hundred meters from Enchanter Vellenor, the messenger stopped with dramatic precision