Chapter 478 - Volume 3
There were ominous clouds all above Ampere Seale, the ambiance resembling that of Trentheim. It was the smell of a brewing war.
Back to his base, Brendel immediately held an emergency meeting.
The location of the meeting was chosen to be close to the new Valhalla located in the forest, a clearing with ten ancient trees, planted by the Elves, surrounding it. He was taken aback by the scenery of the place, and had temporarily used it as an assembly point. He had notified earlier for the core members of the war to gather, including those that had followed his stead since long ago.
Julian, Taron, Mano, Leto, and Batum were the founding of the Red Bronze Dragon mercenaries. While Julian was once the leader of Fortress Riedon’s patrol guards, he had become part of the mercenaries ever since then. Only Taron was slightly special compared to the others, as he was originally the captain of White-Mane. And due to special circumstances, he was invited to this group. He must be viewed as a traitor by the Kingdom now.
Brendel was standing below one of the Mayan trees as he looked at these few men and lamenting the past.
Some of the familiar faces of the group had been lost: some of the elderly had passed due to illness as they migrated, and a big portion of those who remained died in the war with Count Radner. But it seemed like the will was passed onto the survivors, making them even stronger and determined.
Which led to evident changes that can be seen from the group before him–
“Let’s talk about recent events.” Brendel cast a glance at Amandina.
The youth continued with the happenings in Ampere Seale. He felt the need to prepare the mental state of his people. It concerned him and his men’s future, and he needed them to understand him. The changes might take some time, but he was awaiting the results.
How many were willing to follow my stead? How many are willing to save the glory of the Kingdom that once waved its flag proudly?
“My sword shall point forward, as did the first nobles of Aouine fought for glory and the Sages’ wisdom. To King Erik!”