In that afternoon near the sunset, the No.1 Mercenary Group in a region within 500,000 kilometers of Chambord, [Wind Horse Mercenary Group], appeared. The Group Leader Mellberg, along with six of the ten battle generals, appeared outside of the Chambord City with precious gifts to congratulate the King of Chambord.
Their appearance was not antic.i.p.ated by many.
Even though [Wind Horse Mercenary Group] wasn’t an empire, their power was equivalent to one.
They were the most powerful mercenary group in the region!
Their Group Leader Mellberg was very powerful. Dozens of years ago, he was already a famous Moon-Cla.s.s Elite. He defeated many enemies, and he was one of the top-tier masters in the area. The [Wind Horse Mercenary Group] had a large number of powerful masters, and their strength was even mightier than ordinary empires!
Different from other mercenary groups, [Wind Horse Mercenary Group] even had their own territory and their own citizens! Also, they had their own elite main battle legion. Even though they only one, it was comprised of soldiers who all had warrior energy. The combat strength of this legion was terrifying.
Ever since its inception, the [Wind Horse Mercenary Group] rarely took on requests made by small n.o.ble families. Their clients were mostly royal families of various empires, and they partic.i.p.ated in battles between empires. They made their money in wars, and their combat abilities far surpa.s.sed regular troops.
The group leader, Mellberg, was nicknamed [War Pirate]. He had a strange personality and was extremely protective over his people. He was also very murderous; he was famous for only recognizing money and not people. Even the emperors of some empires were ignored by him.
However, such an arrogant person appeared here today. Even though the King of Chambord was technically several generations behind him, Mellberg still came here with masters from his mercenary group to congratulate the king. It was surprising and meaningful.
What surprised people again was that the King of Chambord still didn’t even show himself.
The person who greeted the [Wind Horse Mercenary Group] was the head minister of Chambord, Bast, who didn’t have warrior energy or magic energy. Just like the Bordeaux Empire, this elite group from [Wind Horse Mercenary Group] was asked to camp on the other side of Zuli River. Except for their group leader and six battle generals, all other people weren’t allowed to enter.
To many people, the treatment the Chambord Kingdom gave was disrespectful and rude.
After all, people like Gurkov and Mellberg were of prestigious status, and coming here to congratulate the King of Chambord was already giving him face. However, the King of Chambord acted extremely cold, and it was almost shameful for the two honorable guests to be treated like this. Many people felt like the King of Chambord was too young and got too arrogant.
On the next day, the Crown Prince Girano of the St. Germain Empire arrived at the Chambord Castle on a nice morning. He was here with his four beautiful maids who were known as [Death Maids] as well as 400 elite soldiers of his empire.
Unexpectedly, King Alexander of Chambord appeared and greeted him warmly.
The King of Chambord got out of the city and greeted Girano and his people kilometers away, and he was friendly as he led them into the castle.
Even though a lot of warriors tried to see who this famous king was, they didn’t get what they wanted. They felt like there was a thin veil around the king’s face that was blocking their sight. Even if Six-Star Warriors and Seven-Star Warriors tried to use their full strength to see through that layer of mystery, they couldn’t do it.
Many outsiders especially warriors who came from outside the Zenit Empire sensed how powerful the King of Chambord was for the first time.
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: Surge (Part Two)
Although they failed to see his face, the aura that the king was giving off was giving them a suffocating sensation. All the warriors who were within 100 meters from the king felt like there was a huge invisible mountain above their heads, and all the bones in their bodies were getting crushed.
[Sky Covering Fist]! He deserves his nickname! He is a genius warrior and powerful king!
many people thought.
The King of Chambord’s quick appearance this time shocked many people. The ones who got impatient and tried to do stuff were stunned, and they were forced to remain still for a bit longer.
That same afternoon, clouds covered the sun, and it was very windy. Prince Simon of the Ma.r.s.e Empire arrived at the Chambord City with 500 elite soldiers and several royal masters of the empire.
Later that night, Prince Sark of the Maze Empire also arrived with an envoy group……
On the third day, the No.2 Mercenary Group in the region, [Fire Blood Mercenary Group], arrived. Their group leader, Johansson, came to the Chambord City with masters from the group……
The third day…… The fourth day……
As time pa.s.sed by, more and more people who were rarely seen by the public such as princes of the empires all showed up, and the soldiers who were camping on the other side of Zuli River were close to 10,000 people, and they were all elites from various empires.
Under the bright sun, all kinds of flags were fluttering; even the sound of bugles and smell of iron blood could be smelled.
When standing on the defense wall of Chambord, one could only see the colorful flags, s.h.i.+ny weapons, and the campsites that covered the plain. The green gra.s.ses almost couldn’t be seen on the other side of the river.
The soldiers and masters outside the Chambord City reached a terrifying number.
With a combined force, it wouldn’t be hard for them to wipe out a level 1 empire.
At this point, even an idiot could smell the strangeness in the air. Something definitely was going on.
This level of celebration was far beyond the limit of a king of an affiliated kingdom. In fact, even if an emperor were getting married, there wouldn’t be these many powerful people going to his ceremony to congratulate him.
Even though the King of Chambord was talented, and his glamor outs.h.i.+ned all other people in the empire, he was still young and wasn’t that influential.
He could be counted as a powerful figure at Zenit at best, and he couldn’t affect other empire and their strength. However, why were there so many forces here to congratulate him?
In addition, the fact that the Zenit Empire allowed the elite soldiers from the Ma.r.s.e Empire, the Bordeaux Empire, and the St. Germain Empire as well as the elite members from the two biggest mercenary groups in the area to enter its territory was very strange as well.
The situation in the region was very intense, and chaotic wars could break out at any moment. Allowing so many elite soldiers and powerful masters into its territory was a risky matter. If wars broke out, these people could be really troublesome to deal with since they were powerful and were inside the heart of Zenit.
Even though that was the case, the royal family of Zenit didn’t show any objections, and they also didn’t send over any troops and masters to protect Chambord; they were literally asking a little level 1 affiliated kingdom to deal with all this alone!
Are they this confident in the King of Chambord? Or is the Zenit Empire ditching Chambord like a chess piece? Or is the empire just going to stand on the sideline and watch, only hoping for the best?
All these questions enveloped Chambord just like the dark clouds in the sky.
The King of Chambord’s wedding was like the key chess piece in a game that was being played by many different forces. This little chest piece was keeping an unimaginable balance, and many people’s endurance and will were being tested.
Once the chest piece was moved, the situation in the region would suddenly change, and undercurrents were going to surge!
The beginning of the chaotic and dark age that was filled with wars between empires arrived at the most northern city of the known continent. As wind and clouds moved around, a storm was brewing.
