In war, strength does not lie in the number of soldiers, but in the ability to seize the opportunity and strike at the perfect moment."
The king stood before his army, ready for the upcoming battle. His eyes, hardened by years of conflict, scanned the soldiers standing before him. "Our kingdom is under threat. A powerful enemy seeks to destroy everything we have built!" he declared, his voice booming across the field. "We will not back down. We will defend our lands with everything we have!"
The soldiers nodded, their faces filled with determination. But as the king spoke, there was a lingering air of fear. Whispers spread among the ranks about the identity of the enemy. The rumors told that the Mercenaries of the Fire Bow, a force famous for their unparalleled skill and ferocity, were the ones approaching. Their leader, Arman, was infamous for his ruthlessness, and his soldiers were some of the fiercest in the land.
Sensing the unease, the king turned to his trusted commanders. "We must be prepared for anything," he said firmly. "Their numbers may be few, but their strength is unmatched. We cannot underestimate them."
The king called for a private council with his closest advisors. Once gathered around the table, he revealed his plan. "One of our commanders has proposed an idea. We will use a warrior who resembles me. If we make them believe I've fallen, they will lower their guard, and then we will strike."
The room fell into thoughtful silence until one commander raised an eyebrow. "Who is this warrior, Your Majesty?"
The king gestured toward a towering figure—a massive man with armor and a greatsword strapped to his back. His mere presence commanded respect.
"This is Ardin," the king introduced. "He will take my place on the battlefield. His combat skills are unparalleled."Since I do not have a good relationship with the King of the Kingdom of Atilda, it seems that a church there showed its respect and offered him
The king stared at Ardin for a long moment. "And you will fulfill your promise, won't you?"
"Of course, Your Majesty," Ardin replied with unshakable confidence. "I will execute the plan as you command."
The king nodded. "Prepare for battle. The fate of our kingdom depends on this."
Elsewhere, the Mercenaries of the Fire Bow were preparing for the battle. Their leader, Larysios, stood tall, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. "The king thinks he can deceive us. He believes we are just a small group, easy to crush. But he will soon realize he's wrong," he told his team: Eryan, Lara, and Andrios. "We fight for more than glory. We fight for power—and we will seize it."
As they readied themselves for the confrontation, Arman shared his strategy. "We will strike at the perfect moment. The king's army is strong, but we are faster and more agile. We will catch them off guard."
Though their numbers were few, the Mercenaries of the Fire Bow were determined. With weapons in hand and focused minds, they marched toward the battlefiel
The battle erupted between the two forces, and the ground was soon drenched in blood. On one side, the king's soldiers fought valiantly but were outmaneuvered and overwhelmed by the precise strikes of the Mercenaries of the Fire Bow. On the other, the mercenaries carved through the royal army like a blade through flesh.
In the midst of the chaos, Arman, Commander faced with Arden , clashed fiercely with a mercenary. Their swords met with tremendous force, but it was clear that the mercenary was stronger and faster.
Suddenly, a swift movement—Larysios had sneaked behind Arman and stabbed him, his blade piercing through the man's back. Arman staggered, gasping.
"You... you're from the Church, aren't you?" Arman whispered.
Larysios smirked coldly. "It seems you've figured it out. But it's too late."
Arman collapsed, his life fading as the Mercenaries of the Fire Bow continued their relentless assault.
The tide of battle shifted in favor of the mercenaries, and the king's army began to retreat. The king ordered a withdrawal to the Kingdom of Atilda, hoping to regroup and fight another day.
As the king fled, a dense fog enveloped the horizon. Emerging from the mist was a lone figure—Randall, his sword crackling with lightning, charged with energy. The soldiers who dared to block his path fell before him in an instant.
When the king attempted to escape, Randall appeared in a flash before him. "I always knew you were a coward," Randall said coldly. "You fled when your people needed you most."
Before the king could respond, Randall struck, slicing his body in half. The king's life ended in a single, decisive blow.
With the king dead and the Mercenaries of the Fire Bow victorious, they regrouped. The mission was complete, but the victory was bittersweet. They had not only defeated the royal army but also sent a powerful message to the other kingdoms.
Larysios stood tall, his sword raised high. "This is just the beginning. We will ignite the flames across this land, and no one will stand in our way."
The group marched onward, their mission accomplished, yet the fire of ambition burned brightly within their hearts. They were ready for whatever came next.