The King of Leash swiftly dispatched his most trusted officers to forge an alliance with the Kingdom of Zapros. Queen Lyra, the ruthless ruler of Zapros, agreed to the alliance without hesitation. The prospect of destroying the Dragon Kingdom, with its strict adherence to divine authority, was too enticing to resist. Zapros, a realm that thrived on chaos and opportunism, saw an opportunity to gain power and freedom from the Dragon Kingdom's dominance.
The Kingdom of Zapros, a land of dark magic and twisted desires, had long been a thorn in the side of the Dragon Kingdom. With its own twisted sense of morality and a complete disregard for divine authority, Zapros was a realm where might made right and the strong devoured the weak.
Queen Lyra, the ruler of Zapros, was a master manipulator and a weaver of dark magic. She saw the alliance with the Kingdom of Leash as an opportunity to finally bring down the Dragon Kingdom and claim dominion over the entire realm.
With Zapros on board, the Kingdom of Leash had secured a powerful and ruthless ally, one that would stop at nothing to achieve victory...
The stage was set for a catastrophic war, with the fate of the world hanging in the balance. The Dragon Kingdom, unaware of the impending doom, remained vulnerable to the impending attack...
Few days later The Dragon Kingdom's scouts finally gathered intel on the enemy's plans, but it came too late. By the time they learned of the impending attack, the enemy had already set their plan in motion.
Queen Amelia immediately sent another message to King Saul, urging him and their 300-strong entourage to return as quickly as possible. She warned them of the impending disaster, though she knew the message might not reach them in time.
Undeterred, Queen Amelia sprang into action. She summoned Raymond, a powerful general of the Dragon Kingdom, who possessed ice divinity just like her own family before she married King Saul. She ordered Raymond to prepare their men for battle.
The Dragon Kingdom's leaders convened an emergency meeting to discuss their strategy. They unanimously agreed to defend their kingdom and show no mercy. They knew the enemy outnumbered them, with over 200,000 men marching towards them, while the Dragon Kingdom had only 120,000 men at hand.
The situation was dire, as many of their strongest generals, capable of commanding tactical operations, had accompanied King Saul on his expedition. The queen steeled herself for the worst-case scenario, praying that King Saul would arrive in time.
Queen Amelia suspected that the enemy's primary target was her newborn son. She hastened to her child's side, her heart heavy with worry...
With a resolute expression, she called upon her trusted son 15 year old son, Lancelot, the Blue Dragon.
"Lancelot, I have a crucial task for you," Queen Amelia said, her voice firm but laced with concern. "You must protect your brother at all costs. Take him to the secret underground sanctuary beneath the kingdom. Only a handful of people know of its existence, and I'm entrusting you with this responsibility."
Lancelot's face lit up with excitement. "Mother, I want to fight! I'm a skilled warrior, and I've defeated some of our generals in practice."
Queen Amelia's expression turned stern. "Lancelot, those generals were holding back. They weren't fighting with their full strength. You're not ready for the battlefield, and your brother's safety is paramount."
Lancelot's face fell, but he knew better than to argue with his mother when she used that tone. With a quiet nod, he accepted the task and carefully took his brother to the hidden sanctuary.
As they descended into the darkness, Lancelot's heart swelled with determination. He would protect his brother, no matter the cost..
Queen Amelia's eyes lingered on Lancelot and the baby Gold Dragon as she carefully closed the sanctuary door behind them. Her expression was etched with a mix of sadness and determination. With a deep breath, she steeled herself for the battle ahead.
She marched towards the gathered armies, her presence commanding attention. The one hundred and twenty thousand soldiers stood at attention, their eyes fixed on their queen.
With a motivational tone, Queen Amelia addressed her armies. "These invaders seek to destroy our way of life. They aim to gain superiority over us, to harm our children, and to destroy our kingdom. But we will not let that happen. We have always been the superior force, and we will defend our land to the death."
The soldiers erupted into a chorus of "Yes!" and "We're ready!" as Queen Amelia's words ignited their passion and loyalty. However, not all the soldiers shared the same enthusiasm. Some of them exchanged skeptical glances, their faces a mask of discontent.
These soldiers had never been fond of the idea of the Gold Dragon, the supposed savior of their kingdom. They saw it as a myth, a mere legend used to control and manipulate the masses. But they dared not speak out against Queen Amelia, not when she was their absolute leader in King Saul's absence.
Queen Amelia's gaze swept across the armies, her eyes lingering on the dissenters. She knew that she had to crush any opposition, to assert her authority and maintain control. She was a ruthless and calculative leader, and she would not hesitate to deal with anyone who dared to challenge her will.
With a nod, Queen Amelia gave the order to prepare for battle. The soldiers sprang into action, readying their divinities and artifacts for the impending war. Though they were on their home turf, they knew that the enemy's arrival could turn the battle into a siege. But they were prepared, and they would fight to the end.
As the queen waited anxiously for King Saul's return, she knew she had to stall for time. Two days passed, and the enemy finally arrived at their doorstep, ready to launch their attack.
The enemy army emerged on the horizon, their banners fluttering in the wind. The Leech King stood at the forefront, flanked by powerful figures from the Zapros Kingdom. The army was a diverse force, comprising soldiers from the Leech Kingdom, the Zapros Kingdom, and several smaller and bigger kingdoms that had allied with them. There were also individuals who opposed the Gold Dragon, fearing its potential to disrupt the balance of power in the world.
As the enemy army approached, they sent an envoy to Queen Amelia. The envoy, a tall, imposing figure with a scar above his left eyebrow, delivered the enemy's terms.
"We mean no harm to your kingdom or your people," the envoy said, his voice dripping with insincerity. "All we desire is the Gold Dragon. We promise to spare its life, If you comply, we will withdraw our army immediately."
Queen Amelia's expression remained steadfast, her eyes flashing with determination. She knew that the enemy's words were laced with deceit, and that their true intentions were far more sinister.
King Saul, deep within the ancient Banglader ruins, received a message that made his face light up with joy. It was the first message from his wife, Queen Amelia, informing him that she had given birth to a baby boy. Overcome with happiness, King Saul shared the news with his men.
The three hundred strong and exceptional warriors, who considered themselves as comrades, shared in King Saul's joy. They were a band of brothers, united in their respect and admiration for one another. Watford, the legendary warrior who had killed the last person known as the strongest in the world, grinned from ear to ear. Despite his humble and loyal nature, Watford had never been defeated, not even by King Saul himself.
As King Saul shared the news, his men erupted into laughter and cheers. They joked about the feast they would have that night, celebrating the arrival of the new prince. King Saul smiled, knowing that his son would one day rule the world. His men, fueled by their loyalty and ambition, shouted in agreement, pledging their support for the young prince.
But little did they know, the news of the Gold Dragon's birth had already set in motion a chain of events that would change the course of their world forever.
Queen Amelia's eyes narrowed as she gazed at the envoy. "You think to demand that I hand over my child to you?" she spat, her voice dripping with disdain. "You dare raise your banners against the might of the dragons? You, who rule a land built on the scraps of others' mercy, now seek to challenge the sovereign throne of power? King of leech, do not delude yourself into believing this fleeting opportunity makes you worthy of conquest You are not worthy of even being in our presence."
The envoy sneered, his laughter grating on Queen Amelia's nerves. "We know that King Saul is not here," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "We know that many of your strongest generals are absent. You are vulnerable, and we will take advantage of that."
Queen Amelia's eyes widened in shock. How did they know that King Saul was away? The king's departure was a top-secret affair, known only to a select few within the kingdom. It dawned on her that there must be a traitor in their midst, someone who was leaking sensitive information to the enemy.
With a cold smile, Queen Amelia replied, "Even if King Saul is not here, he is not far. A single message will bring him back, and when he returns, you will all be finished."
The envoy laughed again, his disrespect evident. Queen Amelia's anger flared, and with a flick of her wrist, she summoned her frost divinity. The envoy's body froze solid, his eyes wide with terror, before shattering into a thousand pieces.
The enemy army, witnessing the envoy's demise, knew that the queen would not be swayed. They blew the war trumpet, signaling the start of the battle.
Queen Amelia turned to her men, her voice ringing out across the battlefield. "The enemy is before us! This is your chance to make a name for yourselves! Those who kill the most will be rewarded, and those who die will not be forgotten. We will fight together, and we will die together!"
The war raged on, a clash of divinities that defied conventional warfare. The battlefield was a chaotic tapestry of smoke, flames, and screams. Raymond, one of the few great generals who had remained behind, led the army with bravery and tactical precision.
Meanwhile, Lancelot, hiding with the baby, sensed the approaching footsteps of around fifty men. He held the baby tight, covering its mouth to stifle any cries. Lancelot's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with the realization that someone might have discover his hiding spot.
As Lancelot sat quietly, holding the baby, who was awfully quie, he suddenly sensed the approaching footsteps of around fifty men. He quickly hid his presence, concealing his aura to prevent detection.
However, despite his efforts, the intruders continued to approach the door. They attempted to open it, but found it locked. Lancelot's eyes narrowed as he realized that they must have had prior knowledge of his presence. There was no way they could have detected him otherwise.
The intruders, undeterred, began to use force to break down the door. Lancelot's grip on the baby tightened as he prepared to defend himself and the young Gold Dragon.