The Invincible Warlord’s Vengeful Awakening

Chapter 13

ght. Lucretia was jolted awake by a haunting nightmare that gripped her heart.

Without a moment’s hesitation, she rushed out of her room and found herself standing outside the imposing gates of the Pemberley Mansion.

The night sky wept incessantly, as raindrops cascaded down upon her bare feet.

Yet she remained oblivious to the cold and discomfort they brought

In the solitude of the rain- night. Lucretia’s emotions surged forth like a tempest.

Her voice, filled with a mixture of hatred and longing, pierced through the air. “Xavier, I hate you. That night, you heartlessly hurt me. I hate you. I tried to forget you, but you appeared in my world in this way.

“But I hate myself more became realize love you

“Xavier, I love you.”

The emotions pent up in Lucretia’s heart erupted like a wild beast at that moment,

Tears mingled with raindrops as they streamed down Lucretia’s face, her anguish laid bare for the world to witness.

Linda, drawn by the commotion, silently approached, providing shelter from the rain with an umbrella. She stood by Lucretia’s side, offering support in her own quiet way.

In the distance, Helena, cloaks Lin darkness, observed the scene with a morbid curiosity. Her voice carried a hint of cynicism as she muttered to hell. “What is love Is it more interesting than killing?”

Meanwhile, at a military airport located in Oceanheim, a formidable force awaited its call to battle.

Tens of thousands of leavenrage Legion soldiers were ready for hattle.

Xavier, donne in battle attire, took center stage, addressing his loyal men with a commanding presence.

Xavier’s voice resonated through the air, rallying his comrades who had fought shoulder to shoulder. “Men of the Heavenrage on, where are you?”

The soldiers responded with fervor, “Alaric is here!”

“Barnaby is here!”

Cornelius is here!”

The deafening roars echoed through the heavens, even tearing the clouds in half.

With resounding roars, Xavier continued, igniting the spirit of his Warriors, “The War of the Hundred Kingdoms is about to begin. The enemy is fierce. Let me ask you, are you afraid?”

“Not at all!”

Their unified response echoed across the tarmac, shaking the very foundation of their resolve.

“Generals, listen. Those who invade Avaloria, no matter how far and who they are, we will have to bring them to justice”

The Heavenrage Legion, march!”

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Xavier, sitting in the cabin, looked deeply at the city below, then withdrew his gaze. At this moment, his heart was filled with mixed feelings.

Seated opposite Xavier in the cabin, Barnaby attempted to offer a semblance of solace. He said, “Xavier, it is hard to know what women think. Don’t take her words to heart. She might change her mind in a few days”

Xavier, wearing a skeptical expression, regarded Barnaby with disdain. “Do you understand women?” he retorted. challenging Barnaby’s claim

Barnaby blushed, his embarrassment evident. He stammered, trying to salvage his credibility, “A bit, just a bit.”

Xavier’s interest was piqued, and with a hint of amusement, he remarked, “Really? It seems like all of you have stor share in these past two yea

After saying this, Xavier swept his gaze over the faces of his seven generals one by one.

Barnaby smirked.

Cornelius chuckled as well

But Duncan kept silent with his head down

Alaric, ever composed, maintained his calm demeanor, while Eamon, seemingly unfazed, nonchalantly smoked, offering no insight into his experiences

At the same time, in the Northern Territory.

The Frostfire Legion, which had arrived at the front lines three days ago, deployed its two hundred thousand troops into

three routes

One was guarding the eastern part of the Northern Territory.

One was guarding the western part of the Northern Territory

And one was guarding the southern part of the Northern Territory,

About five hundred miles behind the Frostfire Legion’s defense line, in a dense forest, tanks with mysterious runes quietly advanced, like ghosts.

They were from the Windfury Legion, the most intimidating among the twelve legions of Avaloria

On Avaloria’s network, a saying circulated about them.

Windfury Legion, mission guaranteed.”

The Warrior in command of the Windfury Legion, Michael, sat on a 30-foot-long cylindrical object, quietly smoking

Linda cigarette was completely finished, Michael lowered his head and patted the cylinder beneath him, sighing. “Old buddy, I hope we won’t need you this time.”

Thousands of miles away, in the vast central plain.

In the distant central plain, a powerful coalition known as the Punishers had assembled, representing thirteen ditriem real including Eldoria, Maritania, Norvania, Solaria, and Pretonia

Simon Beauregard, a formidable Warrior from Ekloria, furrowed his brow, his mind burdened with the weight of past failures

Samson was a Wamnor level powerhouse from the Moonshadow Legion

“One hundred years ago, my great-grandfather set foot on this Lad, but he ended up defeated

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“Sixty years ago, my grandfather fought here, and he also failed.

“Now, it is my turn to make a stand. Great-grandfather, grandfather, I will show you that Eldoria’s flag will be planted on

Avaloria’s soil”

“Mr. Beauregard, Warrior Alron from Maritania invites you to a pre-war meeting

A man wielding a broadsword approached behind Simon.

Quentin was a Warrior-level powerhouse from the Sacredhill Legion in Eldoria.

Another formidable Warrior, Yvette Blythe, also hailing from Eldoria, arrived at the scene. Together, they form formidable force, ready to face the challenges that lay ahead..

“Mr. Radcliffe, how do you see the War of the Hundred Kingdoms this time?”

Simon turned around, his gaze fixed on Quentin, seeking his perspective on the upcoming conflict.

Quentin chuckled, his grip tightening around his broadsword as he responded. This time, Maritania has deployed ten Warrior-level sokliers, twice the number of any other nation. With the combined strength of our three nations, we have a total of thirty-five Warriors

“However,” Quentin continued, his expression growing serious, “according to reliable intelligence, the Frostfire Legion guarding the Northern Territory has only ten Warriors. The odds seem to be in our favor.

Simon furrowed his brow, contemplating the implications of Quentin’s words. With such a significant disparity in strength, it raises concerns about Avaloria’s ability to defend the Northern Territory. We must remain vigilant and prepared for any surprises.

“For a hundred years, Eldoria has yearned to plant its flag in Avaloria. Mr. Beauregard, would you be interested in fulfilling the unfulfilled wish of the past with me!”

A smile tugged at the corners of Simon’s lips as he extended his hand towards Quentin, sealing their pact. “Mr. Radcliffe, it would be an honor to fight alongside you and make history”

The two men exchanged glances, both revealing understanding smiles.

Next, they arrived at the command room of the Punishers.

In the temporary command room, a man nearly 7 feet tall with muscles like protruding rocks stood with his hands behind his back.

He was Alron Thore, the highest commander of the Thirteen Nations Alliance and a Warlord from the Titan Legion of Maritania.

Light Warrior-level powerhouses sat on either side of the long command table.

Simon and Quentin quickly found their companion, Yvette, a voluptuous woman.

She was a plump, leather-clad woman who looked young. She might be just in her early twenties. With long black hair and captivating dimples on her fair face, she exuded beauty with every smile. Her

movements were so charming that any man wouldn’t resist her.

Yvette greeted Simon and Quentin with a smile and moved closer to them. She sensually said, “Mr. Beauregard, Mr. Radcliffe, you’re too slow. I’ve been here for a while. It is quite disappointing”

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“Tara Winslow Braddock, a Warr from Norvania”

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“And me, the great Warrior from Pretonia, Dick King”

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