Athanor Online: Monarch of War

Errol

The World Strongest Swordsman. A legendary name in the past, its black blade is a form of honor as well as a proof of its skill. The figure once known to be very arrogant and arrogant, changed drastically when he was brought to his knees by the greatest War General at that time, Nakroth.

Swallowed his first bitter defeat, but on the other hand he found something called admiration. Admiration for the figure of the war general that made him feel defeat for the first time. The memory of their fight in the circle of the human sea still imprinted on the memories.

Errol who was still a person with high sword ability, he felt the most powerful, invincible, and the most superior human in this world. Errol's eyes glanced forward. He saw a figure with a light black armor mixed with blood red which this time was his opponent. His body looked small and perhaps helpless, making Errol laugh out loud as well as feel humiliated.

The strongest swordsman in his country has to face a small and weak man?. He thinks this is a big insult.

"This fella is the imperial war general of Azeroth?, so they think he can match me?." Errol said cynically and was greeted with laughter from his followers.

Feeling his friend and war general insulted. Zeroth drew both of his swords, but was stopped by Nakroth. Not only the Zeroth, the Blood Flag army was as well. The figure of the general they glorified and easily he humbled, certainly provoked their anger.

Not much to say, Nakroth pulled two daggers neatly on his waist. Weapons that are very balanced are useful both for attacking or defending.

"What's wrong? Afraid? All right, now get on your knees and beg me for mercy, and you have 3 seconds." Errol said cynically with a noisy laugh from his troops.

A lot of talk, so noisy. Nakroth tightened his dagger grip and lunged. In an instant Nakroth jumped ten steps away. Nakroth is so nimble and agile, this is thanks to his slim and small body. He was always underestimated by his slender posture but he intelligently made it as a weapon.

Errol was completely off guard and that moment was where the most unexpected moment as well as the turning wheel in his life wheel. Errol bent his knees, he lost with the worst condition. His first defeat hurt him mentally.

Not just Errol but his army. In an arena made of human circles. Errol bent his knees and was greeted with delight by the Blood Flag army because after all this was their first victory. Compared to the upside with Errol's troops who had to resist embarrassment.

It is different with Errol. Indeed his heart still hurt because it had to swallow the first defeat. However, a sense of admiration appeared in his little heart. A feeling of pleasure and joy at seeing a figure who was able to take him from out of the snare of authority and his narrow point of view. His defeat is proof that Errol is just a frog in a well that does not understand how vast the world is.

Seeing the victory, Nakroth turned around and immediately did a celebration. Errol saw Nakroth's slender back, he didn't want Nakroth to leave or at least he wanted to be with his troops. Forgetting his high self-esteem. With sincere and happy tears he prostrated.

"Please take me with you!."

All eyes of both parties are witnesses. The figure who was called the strongest swordsman in the country, not only bent his knees but begged by prostrating. Seeing it becomes a big question mark throughout many eyes. But behind his steel helmet, Nakroth smiled and warmly welcomed Errol in his army.

With Nakroth and Blood Flag. Errol found his identity and at the same time a figure who was very trusted by his commander, Nakroth. Together Nakroth managed to achieve the highest achievement, winning streak of 20 times, making the name Blood Flag and Nakroth skyrocketed.

Nakroth is the embodiment of a gentle and sublime nature. He forgives enemies who have surrendered, never hurt civilians, and does things far from cruel

The name of kindness as well as its might is heard in all races even descendants of gods though. They go through times of joy and sorrow with fortitude and joy. The magnitude of the name Blood Flag is increasingly becoming and gaining recognition from one of the strongest humans and the strongest combat forces at that time, namely Lu Bu and Han troops

Not only Nakroth and Blood Flag, the name Errol is also increasingly known. His sword-playing skills were highly praised by many and were even recognized by Nakroth, Zeroth, and even The World Strongest Swordsman of the time, Chen.

It is said that life is like a wheel. And that's right, the higher the achievements of the Blood Flag actually made the general Nakroth worse. His fear of blood grew, and the guilt in them began to rise.

Until he finally realized. Why did he fight?, for what did the lives that had been lost?, for what was the cry of their dead family?. Until Nakroth knew the rottenness and the true meaning of the war he had been doing.

The Azeroth Empire was getting weaker and the Blood Flag was coming as a hero. They came from hiding and killed them all. But even so Errol saw Nakroth who was getting more and more changed, not only Errol even Zeroth and the other troops also felt.

"I want you to carry out my orders."

Nakroth gave a strange order to Errol and the others. Just then the news of the return of the Blood Flag immediately spread throughout the entire continent. But unlike the Blood Flag that used to be, now they are very different.

They never lose, they show no mercy, and they leave no survivors. Only now did people witness the full extent, horror of the Blood Flag and Nakroth itself

As unstoppable as fire, as swift as wind, as tenacious as wolves, and cunning as foxes.His fearsome reputation was built on piles of corpses and carried by rivers of blood.

But Nakroth doesn't like to kill, he just uses this way to end war jokes. He even took all the loot and burned it right in front of Emperor Azeroth, he only kept the loot for his troops. Errol still remembered where Nakroth's time began to falter

On top of the corpse of his enemy's war general, Nakroth sat down while looking at the extremely horrifying scene. The battlefield was filled with blood, corpses scattered everywhere, as well as randomly scattered limbs were clearly visible. Nakroth just stared coldly at them

"Commander" Errol said softly, understanding Nakroth's cold gaze

The change in Nakroth's nature, once known as being kind and friendly, turned cold and merciless. Of course everyone knows that, Errol is no exception.

Ignoring Errol, Nakroth still looked coldly at the battlefield that was only filled with blood and corpses. He opened his steel helmet, he had a pair of blood-red eyes, a handsome face that was white like a marble, unblemished, soft-skinned, and short red hair. His stature was not very suitable to be called a War General.

"I've thought a lot." Speak Naktroth with a fairly vibrating tone

Nakroth looked at Errol. Errol was surprised he saw clearly tears of sadness coming out from Nakroth's blank stare. Errol wanted to calm Nakroth down but a sentence came out of his mouth.

"Here we're risking this neck for what exactly?."

Errol could do nothing. And until the death of his commander he still could not answer the question of the commander.

Now Errol, who had changed bodies, sat behind the back of Nakroth's throne while hugging his black blade. Deep in his heart he hoped Nakroth would come back or at least a figure similar to Nakroth came to him.

*Tap Tap Tap

There were footsteps, but even so he did not care. But the footsteps were getting closer and closer to Nakroth's throne. Errol got up, he would not let anyone or anyone else he was, soiling Nakroth's throne.

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Trivia: Nakroth is afraid of Blood

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