Chapter 219: The End Bringer [Part 2]
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Chapter 219 The End Bringer [Part 2]
"Hello, Uncle Roger," Thirteen greeted the Tigerkin Shaman, who was busy smelting the materials they would use to create the ammunition for his Grand Ballista.
"Zion, you came at the right time," Roger replied. "It's halfway complete. Did you come here to check if things are going as scheduled?"
Thirteen nodded "Yes. Things are a bit hectic in the Warsor Plains, so I came here to take a breather."
"A breather? Sounds nice," Roger commented. "Still, to think that you're making our old bones do the work for you. You really know how to order people around, don't you?"
Thirteen smiled faintly because he also felt a bit guilty for asking the Shamans for help. However, there wasn't really anything he could do about it.
The material they were using was something that only Shamans were allowed to work with, for it was something sacred to the people of the Valbarra Archipelago.
"Uncle, I'll be staying here until this thing is completed," Thirteen stated. "So, please, put your back into it."
"You little rascal. Come here so I can cane you," Roger said as he lifted his walking stick and waved it in Thirteen's direction.
The seven-year-old chuckled and ensured that he remained well outside of the old Tigerkin Shaman's striking range.
Just like the Tigerkin had stated, the thing that they were working on was halfway done. So at most, it would only take them a few more days to complete the ammunition for the Grand Ballista.
This Bolt, which they had named "End Bringer," was only halfway finished.
Its final length would be six meters long, and its weight would be around thirty tons.
Thirteen would apply Rune Magic on it once it was completed, strengthening its body further, and making it extremely hard.
Before he left their hidden base, he had asked his father to create another bolt, which would have the same length as the End Bringer.
He had already given Gerald the design of the bolt, and with Netero working with him, they should be able to make a cast for it without problems.
"Zion, I pray that the Spirits will continue to protect and guide you," Uncle Roger said. "We will use our strength to aid you."
Thirteen nodded. "Thank you, Auntie Helen, Uncle Roger, everyone. I'll see you in a few weeks."
Rocky emerged from the ground and swallowed End Bringer whole. It would stay inside his body until the time it would be used to fight against the Majin Prince.
That way, it would remain hidden from the sight of everyone, who were doing their best to prepare for the upcoming war.
Thirteen mounted Blacky's back, after which the Warsor Black Hound began to swim in the sea, headed to the biggest island of the Valbarra Archipelago.
As they were traveling back to their base, Thirteen wondered if Cristopher had already reached the place he asked him to go.
This war against the Majin Prince could not be won by the Barbarians, Orcs, and Tigerkins alone.
They needed allies, and they needed a lot of them.
Cristopher might not have a lot of redeeming qualities, but Thirteen sincerely believed that he was the perfect man for the job.
He had asked Jasmine, Ariel, Payton, and half of Payton's subordinates to accompany the chubby boy in his mission.
This was the only way he could think of to keep him safe and protected, allowing him to focus on his mission without worry.
"Man proposes, God disposes," Thirteen muttered with a wry smile on his face. "Unfortunately, the God of this world is merciless. No one can help us but ourselves."
Thirteen still had a lot of things to do when he returned to the Warsor Plains, and truth be told, it was too much for him to handle it all.
But there was no one else who could use Rune Magic aside from him, so he had no choice but to grit his teeth and create the ultimate battlefield.
A chessboard which would grant him the chance of victory against one of the strongest beings in existence, who stood high above mere mortals like them.
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Chapter 219 The End Bringer [Part 2]
"Hello, Uncle Roger," Thirteen greeted the Tigerkin Shaman, who was busy smelting the materials they would use to create the ammunition for his Grand Ballista.
"Zion, you came at the right time," Roger replied. "It's halfway complete. Did you come here to check if things are going as scheduled?"
Thirteen nodded "Yes. Things are a bit hectic in the Warsor Plains, so I came here to take a breather."
"A breather? Sounds nice," Roger commented. "Still, to think that you're making our old bones do the work for you. You really know how to order people around, don't you?"
Thirteen smiled faintly because he also felt a bit guilty for asking the Shamans for help. However, there wasn't really anything he could do about it.
The material they were using was something that only Shamans were allowed to work with, for it was something sacred to the people of the Valbarra Archipelago.
"Uncle, I'll be staying here until this thing is completed," Thirteen stated. "So, please, put your back into it."
"You little rascal. Come here so I can cane you," Roger said as he lifted his walking stick and waved it in Thirteen's direction.
The seven-year-old chuckled and ensured that he remained well outside of the old Tigerkin Shaman's striking range.
Just like the Tigerkin had stated, the thing that they were working on was halfway done. So at most, it would only take them a few more days to complete the ammunition for the Grand Ballista.
This Bolt, which they had named "End Bringer," was only halfway finished.
Its final length would be six meters long, and its weight would be around thirty tons.
Thirteen would apply Rune Magic on it once it was completed, strengthening its body further, and making it extremely hard.
Before he left their hidden base, he had asked his father to create another bolt, which would have the same length as the End Bringer.
He had already given Gerald the design of the bolt, and with Netero working with him, they should be able to make a cast for it without problems.
"Zion, I pray that the Spirits will continue to protect and guide you," Uncle Roger said. "We will use our strength to aid you."
Thirteen nodded. "Thank you, Auntie Helen, Uncle Roger, everyone. I'll see you in a few weeks."
Rocky emerged from the ground and swallowed End Bringer whole. It would stay inside his body until the time it would be used to fight against the Majin Prince.
That way, it would remain hidden from the sight of everyone, who were doing their best to prepare for the upcoming war.
Thirteen mounted Blacky's back, after which the Warsor Black Hound began to swim in the sea, headed to the biggest island of the Valbarra Archipelago.
As they were traveling back to their base, Thirteen wondered if Cristopher had already reached the place he asked him to go.
This war against the Majin Prince could not be won by the Barbarians, Orcs, and Tigerkins alone.
They needed allies, and they needed a lot of them.
Cristopher might not have a lot of redeeming qualities, but Thirteen sincerely believed that he was the perfect man for the job.
He had asked Jasmine, Ariel, Payton, and half of Payton's subordinates to accompany the chubby boy in his mission.
This was the only way he could think of to keep him safe and protected, allowing him to focus on his mission without worry.
"Man proposes, God disposes," Thirteen muttered with a wry smile on his face. "Unfortunately, the God of this world is merciless. No one can help us but ourselves."
Thirteen still had a lot of things to do when he returned to the Warsor Plains, and truth be told, it was too much for him to handle it all.
But there was no one else who could use Rune Magic aside from him, so he had no choice but to grit his teeth and create the ultimate battlefield.
A chessboard which would grant him the chance of victory against one of the strongest beings in existence, who stood high above mere mortals like them.
Chapter 219 The End Bringer Part 2 "Hello, Uncle Roger," Thirteen greeted the Tigerkin Shaman, who was busy smelting the materials they would use to create the ammunition for his Grand Ballista. "Zion, you came at the right time," Roger replied. "It's halfway complete. Did you come here to check if things are going as scheduled?" Thirteen nodded "Yes. Things are a bit hectic in the Warsor Plains, so I came here to take a breather." "A breather? Sounds nice," Roger commented. "Still, to think that you're making our old bones do the work for you. You really know how to order people around, don't you?" Thirteen smiled faintly because he also felt a bit guilty for asking the Shamans for help. However, there wasn't really anything he could do about it. The material they were using was something that only Shamans were allowed to work with, for it was something sacred to the people of the Valbarra Archipelago. "Uncle, I'll be staying here until this thing is completed," Thirteen stated. "So, please, put your back into it." "You little rascal. Come here so I can cane you," Roger said as he lifted his walking stick and waved it in Thirteen's direction. The seven-year-old chuckled and ensured that he remained well outside of the old Tigerkin Shaman's striking range. Just like the Tigerkin had stated, the thing that they were working on was halfway done. So at most, it would only take them a few more days to complete the ammunition for the Grand Ballista. This Bolt, which they had named "End Bringer," was only halfway finished. Its final length would be six meters long, and its weight would be around thirty tons. Thirteen would apply Rune Magic on it once it was completed, strengthening its body further, and making it extremely hard. Before he left their hidden base, he had asked his father to create another bolt, which would have the same length as the End Bringer. He had already given Gerald the design of the bolt, and with Netero working with him, they should be able to make a cast for it without problems. "Zion, I pray that the Spirits will continue to protect and guide you," Uncle Roger said. "We will use our strength to aid you." Thirteen nodded. "Thank you, Auntie Helen, Uncle Roger, everyone. I'll see you in a few weeks." Rocky emerged from the ground and swallowed End Bringer whole. It would stay inside his body until the time it would be used to fight against the Majin Prince. That way, it would remain hidden from the sight of everyone, who were doing their best to prepare for the upcoming war. Thirteen mounted Blacky's back, after which the Warsor Black Hound began to swim in the sea, headed to the biggest island of the Valbarra Archipelago. As they were traveling back to their base, Thirteen wondered if Cristopher had already reached the place he asked him to go. This war against the Majin Prince could not be won by the Barbarians, Orcs, and Tigerkins alone. They needed allies, and they needed a lot of them. Cristopher might not have a lot of redeeming qualities, but Thirteen sincerely believed that he was the perfect man for the job. He had asked Jasmine, Ariel, Payton, and half of Payton's subordinates to accompany the chubby boy in his mission. This was the only way he could think of to keep him safe and protected, allowing him to focus on his mission without worry. "Man proposes, God disposes," Thirteen muttered with a wry smile on his face. "Unfortunately, the God of this world is merciless. No one can help us but ourselves." Thirteen still had a lot of things to do when he returned to the Warsor Plains, and truth be told, it was too much for him to handle it all. But there was no one else who could use Rune Magic aside from him, so he had no choice but to grit his teeth and create the ultimate battlefield. A chessboard which would grant him the chance of victory against one of the strongest beings in existence, who stood high above mere mortals like them.
