NABC Chapter 830
Chapter 830
Chapter 830: Chapter 209: The Warrior Returns!
(Request for Monthly Votes) Chapter 830: Chapter 209: The Warrior Returns!
(Request for Monthly Votes) Whether they were Lizardfolk or Birdmen, every one of them demonstrated incredible bravery and mastered battle skills to the point that made Hayna feel ashamed.
Even if injured, they never retreated—she had never seen such a fierce and frightening battle.
Why...
must they fight to this extent?
Hayna felt terrified.
...
She was not unfamiliar with cruel ordeals.
Although it was merely a dream, she had indeed experienced the battlefield and apocalypse during her initiation ceremony.
But that kind of avoiding, hiding, protecting others, and confronting natural and man-made disasters...was completely different from the current war.
If there was a weapon, use it; if the weapon broke, use fists; if captured, use teeth—
Breaking arms, biting eyes.
Groups of people, like crazed beasts.
Not to survive, but to utterly kill the opponent.
To “defeat” the opponent, even willing to sacrifice their own lives...
“Why must it be like this...”
Hayna muttered.
She lived in a civilized era.
Even when the Queen was assassinated, the angry Gryphon Legion retaliated with equal measure, but still remained humble and polite—the Gryphon Legion, led by the Great Guardians, were like true Knights, never harming the innocent.
Although they often flew by at midnight, the roaring thunder would wake people up.
Yet, in the two months since the war started, no civilians died directly from the thunder, though at the beginning of the war some did die from panic-induced stampedes.
The Griffin Knights simply attacked strategic locations of Star Antimony, destroyed valuable buildings, or ruined warehouses.
They even gave advance warning of their targets, reminiscent of proud knights issuing challenges.
Because they merely demonstrated their power and attacked buildings affiliated with the Rose Cross Society, without harming civilians, allowing the people of Stibnite to direct their fear-induced resentment towards the King and nobles, they still remembered who had instigated this foolish war, rather than uniting with common hate to repel the foreign enemy.
Even the suppression war in Daffodil Territory wasn’t as cruel—the Mages based their offensive operations from towns and villages, while the mercenary legions from Black Hawk Domain dared not directly attack these settlements.
After all, Black Hawk and Daffodil Territory were neighbors with close relations, and it wasn’t far from their own homes; any village might have a family member of someone’s brother.
Compared to the people from “Stibnite,” they were kin.
Therefore, Black Hawk Domain itself was also reluctant to participate in this war, let alone confront those powerful mages—just one spell could have them howling in their deaths.
And before truly breaking the defenses, no one knew exactly what level the hidden mages in the residences were.
Thus, they could only stand firm here, cutting off supplies and encircling heavily, until the mages inside chose to surrender before they could advance further.
They would also accept these prisoners of war and safely transport them to the rear.
After the initial, most intense part of the war ended, the battlefield of Stibnite immediately entered a state sticky as glue.
—Everyone had too many reservations.
Or rather, there weren’t many who genuinely wanted to wage a war… What they wanted was merely personal gain.
They were all cannon fodder from mercenary legions, this was their profession.
Those cruel and slow advances were all from the enormous idols slowly transported from behind Stibnite, because for the nobles of Stibnite, this was a battle of life and death.
But the current situation was different.
It was the scene of Knights yelling, charging towards the Giant City.
“—Protection.”
It was a scene of a man, covered in wounds, standing in front of a door with weapon-wielding villains in front, and his wife and children huddled behind him.
“—Duty.”
It was a scene of adult Serpentfolk, wielding farm tools, defending their village against a vast tidal wave of reddish-brown beasts.
“—Self-interest.”
It was a scene on a dark fighting ring, with two exhausted, wounded men facing each other amidst excited roars and cheers.
“—Interest.”
It was a scene of someone practicing swordsmanship alone through spring, summer, autumn, and winter.
“No matter what...
you can fight for any reason.”
White-robed Aiwass spoke, turned back to face Hayna, and declared emphatically: “This is what a warrior is.
“Born to fight, die to fight.
“The only requirement is—
“Once you embark on this path, you must be prepared to die.
“Do not flee from battle!
“—A warrior can never be a coward!”
That clear voice of the white robe gradually became deep, overlapping with other sounds, like hundreds of battlefield swords and horses clattering.
The next moment, it suddenly ignited.
Like a magician lighting a fire.
The blazing flames engulfed it, and amidst the flames, it shouted:
“Come, throw off your shackles!
Embrace me while my flames still burn!
“Authority is but a false chain to you, you are naturally born warriors.
And I bring back to you the legacy of warriors—”
The white robe named “Star” spoke thus.
Hayna was emotionally stirred.
She raised her hand.
At the same time.
Stibnite’s veteran general, Leo Karl, also opened his arms with bright eyes.
Son of the Great Guardian of Avalon, David Barton, also raised his hands towards the slowly descending fire in the sky.
In other dreams as well, countless others were also moved by the voice of “Star.”
Some silently watched the burning white robe fall to the ground.
Others, like them, raised their hands and opened their arms, embracing the power from the Path of Adaptation, integrating them into this new path, granting them this new strength.
Embracing the fire.
And then, burning with the fire—
—Thousands of [warriors] thus returned this night!