"You gave it to me despite knowing that I can die?" Feroza spoke in astonishment.
"I gave it to you knowing that you'll survive," Ezra answered. "Do you know its name, only the chosen can know its name."
"War Blooded Body is its name," said Feroza, he touched the black clothes on his chest and continued. "An armamentor of long lost time made this set out of broken blooded armours he found on the battlefields, it took him his entire life to produce a piece of legendary tier. But little did he know that what he made was not only a legendary item but was also sinister equipment.
The vengeful spirits inside the set can devour the sanity of man and turn him into a war-yearning maniac, my will and cultivation were strong enough to retaliate." Feroza explained.
"I see," Ezra said to his grandfather. "You stupid dog, you didn't tell me this armour was that dangerous."
"Quit your whining, boy. Greater treasures lie beyond greater dangers, this old fool had a fifty-fifty chance to control that armour, that's why I chose it for him." Fenrir replied
"Fifty-fifty you said?"
"Yes, that's a reasonable percentage in to try a legendary item in such deadly competition over armaments."
"I have no more words to say, just don't suggest me unless there is an 80% chance."
"Such an emotional twerp you are, alright, I'll keep that in mind."
~GONG, GONG~
"What! The bells... they have arrived!" Feroza uttered.
Right when he said that, Rockey dashed inside the room, he knelt and spoke. "The coalition army has arrived, your majesties."
Mirza quickly responded, "You must go, father, we will be there soon after. But don't show yourself, just wait and defend if necessary."
Feroza nodded and moved out, Mirza looked at his son. "Ezra, do you have something for me?" He smiled in expectation as he said.
"There is one, but you have to pass a trial for it like grandfather, are you ready." Spouted Ezra.
"Yes, I am."
Soon, a golden sheath of a long sword emerged from the bracelet, inside it was a sword. The handle of the sword was made of gold as well.
"Unsheath it, father," Ezra said.
Mirza did as guided and tried to unsheath the sword, flames fluttered from it.
~BRRRIIZZZ~
After some minutes, Mirza came out of the meeting room. The golden sheath was hanging on his waist, despite being a longsword user, Mirza placed the sword on his waist instead on his back.
Ezra was still inside the room, he saw the left back of his father and gazed at the bracelet as he uttered. "You did well, Mosu."
"Master, it was my honour." The Jottün replied.
All this time it was the guardian of the cave who picked and found the armaments inside the gigantic cave, Ezra described the features and the Jottun dug it out at lightning speed.
With that, the equipping process ended. What remained was the matter of how to deal with the enemies.
The prince came out as well, the army brought by the king was now stationed at the northern gate facing the incoming opponents.
Ezra stood on the wall and saw the gigantic army marching forward, accompanying him were supernovas, ready to die and destroy.
Two armies faced each other, there was a distance of 2 kilometres between them, 100,000 of Bloodfang Kingdom vs 280,000 of coalition army.
Two men riding horses came forward. "Surrender and offer the heads of the royal family and you all will live." A thick and loud voice resounded, there was qi embedded in the voice. It was none other than the King of Warborn Kingdom, Dhongi Bushtail.
The ground shook a bit and the formation of common soldiers collapsed, only martial masters held their ground. Surprisingly, not a single one was afraid, it was uncommon even for a martial master to not fear in the face of a stronger opponent. But here, not even soldiers were distressed, as if they were prepared to give their life here in this very battle.
"Haha, your intimidating voice has zero effect." The young man with the red cloak said he was the king of Tribbain Kingdom, Meulo Jomez.
The werehyena king was pissed. "If you got nothing to say then be perished." Dhongi raised his hand, and qi burst out.
"PARLEY!" A loud voice came and accompanying it was thundering lightning, all of a sudden the dark clouds emerged from the far side and moved towards the battlefield.
"Parley!?" Dhongi repeated the word in shock while Meulo squinted his eyes, he found it suspicious.
On the wall was standing a youth, with strange clothing. "Did that young boy ask to parley?" Werehyena king said.
"Yes... he is rather too young to have the authority to ask for a parley, I believe he is an outsider who is sent to help the Bloodfang Kingdom." Replied Meulo.
Dhongi scoffed, "Ignore him, we are not entitled to accept his demand."
"For your kind information, we are entitled to accept his demand if it's parley. Are you unaware of unspoken laws of the continent, have a brain?"
"Well... little foggy on it, what were unspoken laws again." King of Warborn kingdom asked.
"This is what happens when you change a bandit into royalty, some things will never change," Meulo said in disgust.
"What's your problem?"
"You are my problem, you filthy beastmen are my problem. If not because of the order of Brownmane, I would have destroyed you years ago."
"Brownmane is a beastmen family as well."
"Don't compare mighty lionmen with your mutt self, now shut up and let me talk." The handsome king of Tribbain Kingdom was twisted the most, behind his smiling face was hiding his disgusting nature. For some reason, even Dhongi was avoiding a conflict with him.
"Are you not accepting our demand to parley?" Ezra asked again
"What authority do you have to ask for parley?" Meulo asked, he knew the unspoken laws, unlike Dhongi Bushtail.
"I am the Crown Prince and Chief Commander of this army, Ezra Zephyr." The prince replied.
"Zephyr! He is the prince?" Dhongi was in shock.
"Don't fool me, young man, the prince of Bloodfang is a cripple," Meulo replied, he had an absolute belief that the one in front of him was not the prince.
Ezra laughed. "Haha, If you believe so, accept the terms of parley."
"Alright, one condition from each side," Meulo said.
"Accepted." Ezra declared.
Meulo Jomez came down from the horse and flew towards the centre of two armies, Ezra came down from the wall and move forward towards the centre as well.
The two leaders met, a king and a prince.
"I will be the first to make a condition," Meulo said.
"As you wish, your highness" Ezra said with a smile.
"My condition is, anyone who does not belong to the Bloodfang Kingdom, can not fight against us in this battle." The king of Triggain told his condition and lightning crackled again, showing that the condition was accepted by the heavens.
Ezra smiled, the enemies fell into his trap. "My condition is to only allow those who are at above 8 Gates Opening stage and below Spiritual Transformation stage," Ezra said and the lightning crackled once again, indicating that both of the conditions have been met.
The eyes of Meulo widened, what kind of suicidal condition is that? According to the king of Tribbain Kingdom, without outside support, Bloodfang is as weak as an ant.
"Who are you?" Meulo asked.
Ezra looked at him with a side eye and replied "I have answered that question, I believe."
"That was a lie,"
"No, it wasn't. My red eyes are proof."
Meulo flinched, and for the first time in years, the human sorcerer felt uneasiness. The red eyes indeed are the sign of royal blood, no other werewolves seem to possess red crimson eyes, making them unique to the royal family.
"What happened to this cripple?" Meulo pondered. "This was not mentioned in the information we had gathered?"
According to unspoken laws, Meulo couldn't kill Ezra at that place. So, both went towards their respective areas. Ezra called the army back inside the city, all 100,000 common troops entered the city. With Ezra's condition, only martial masters of the Qi Establishment stage to the Nascent Soul stage can enter the battle.
Meulo Gomez told the conditions to officers of the coalition army, while Ezra was hidden inside the city.
The 280,000 retreated as well, and around 4,000 of them remained. Out of which 3,200 were at the Qi Brightening stage, others were at higher stages.
Ezra jumped outside and was followed by the 7503 martial masters, the number of martial masters inside the city baffled the coalition army.
pαпdα`noνɐ1`сoМ "This number, you cunning bastard. I have made the condition that no outsider can attack us." Meulo yelled.
Ezra gestured his both hands towards his crotch "Suck my cunning dick, you blind son of a bitch. Can't you see the heavenly turbulence above, dancing above us? Do I dare to violate the condition of the parley? What you are seeing are people born in Bloodfang."
Meulo looked above and understood that what the young man said was true.
He glanced at all martial masters and took a deep breath, "Alas, there is no one at Nascent Soul stage. I alone am enough to slaughter you all."
"Why don't you try?" A thunderous voice came and echoed in the sky.
A man was floating in the sky, wearing a dark attire, his bulky size and height could be guessed from the distance.
"Dhongi's eyes almost popped out, he stuttered in fear. "Ca-canine fists!?"
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