Quinn didn’t like the sound of what he just heard. He narrowed his eyes. "Captain Mera, do you know about the numbers of Accord?"She nodded with a dark look on her face. "There are seventeen numbers of the Accord. They are the most powerful members of the Black Accord. To think one of their members would be here!"Quinn nodded. "Then we have to get out of here, as it seems things are about to become really dangerous. Come, Canute, I have a task for you. Take my ring, you’ll find some artifacts inside..."On the other hand, it seemed Ragna was waiting for just that, as he shuddered when the eye focused on him and said he should begin. But he also straightened and nodded. He put his hand on the flag and brought it close to his nose.He inhaled sharply, and the last white in the flag was stripped away. It entered his nose in a stream of energy. Cracking sounds echoed out from him as if his very bones were taking charge and changing.His flesh also smoothed as if the white energy from th

That midnight, something happened.If one was to observe the First General's fortress from high above, what they would see would be flickering red light that twisted and occasionally shot out of the fortress and into the sky.And if one was to trace the small streak of light that shot away into the sky, they would follow it to the capital of the Warbine Clan territory, a big city of bustling Orcs.The lights then entered the grandest building there which was the Stronghold of the High Chief and directly to the communicative artifacts."The High Chief sent orders down! We are starting the Unity Orders!""Third General, please give the follow up orders to forward the transmission to the other fortress!""Accepted!""Until the return of the High Chief and the Elders, the Third General, the only general in the city at the moment, is given command and should act as the central chain of command!"Martial law is now declared and effective on all the Warbine territory!"Effective immediately,

"Why are you watching him leave?" Atop a building, the First General asked the High Chief.The High Chief turned to look at the First General with a slight frown on his face. "Because I feel like I should kill him now when he is so within reach.""Are you afraid of his so-called SSS rank?"The High Chief shook his head. "That? I'm not afraid of that. Well, maybe it's all part of it since that is what makes him a Drakemont. But I'm more afraid of the look in his eyes. The look that says he has everything under control."I don't like it at all."The First General grunted. He knew what the High Chief was saying and he had almost killed him as well. "Maybe we should have killed him. It's not like the Drakemont has the might to do anything at the moment.""Not they don't. They are about to be destroyed. It's a shame that we weren't the ones to do it. Ah, well. It's all the same anyway. Come, let's face our war."I need to issue a declaration that any other parties that interfere in the Orc

The next morning Quinn was off again with his attendants after he had worked with the High Commander to access some of the vaults in the Standpoint fortress.But what really made the High Commander start making moves was that a letter came from the Dragon Lord and some authority was actually transferred to Quinn's ring.Before Quinn left the Standpoint fortress, the High Commander had already begun calling out orders, and Standpoint was waking up. But Quinn didn't wait behind to see all of that as he was already on his way to the Blanktar.Soon a week flew by and they could see Blanktar in their view.Once inside, Quinn saw the influence of the army camp near the city in the way everyone was dull and twitchy. There was a great expectation and tiredness that clung to them in the form of dark skin around their eyes.It was as if they wanted it to be done with already, the war. Not only that, with the lockdown that the Red Leaves initiated, some goods were becoming dangerously hard to fi

None of them replied. Not Quinn or Drenvar.They stared at the Commander together, but they did not react. Instead, the Dragon Lord stood up and raised his hand. He reached out into empty space as if he were trying to grasp something, and his ring shone in answer.A sword suddenly appeared in his hand. The sword was a thin longsword with red rust, as if it had been dipped in blood for most of its lifespan.But what was astonishing about the blood was that, immediately upon appearing, it sent out pressure that weighed down on the surroundings. The pressure felt like small blades digging into their flesh, making everyone twitch.Everyone knew instinctively that the sword was a dangerous weapon.Drenvar looked at everyone calmly. "I am going to war. I will not force any of you to fight with me. But I will note how each and every one of you fights."I will reward you and punish you later, depending on how things turn out."Then the Dragon Lord stepped back and repeated, "I am going to war