Athanor Online: Monarch of War

Nakroth I

The spies from the Azeroth empire had confirmed the rumors that had been troubling them all along. The Trixters had known the hiding place of the legendary Darkin weapon, a power far stronger than all the magic in the First Land region.

A hateful heartbeat rang out from the sword, looking for the strongest figure that deserved to take him to the battlefield. Before, no one could ever prove it. All who touch it will suffer immediate pain and be consumed by darkness, which is why the sword is clad in a thick chain, and guarded by many Lothair warriors, the special warriors of the Trixters.

Nakroth was aware of the things that would be ordered to him. This was an important mission for the survival of the Azeroth empire in a precarious position.

He had reached the coast of Landor, along with the Lothair warriors who formed a caravan to protect the sacred objects within. Nakroth saw him from far behind a dark tree with his companion, Zeroth.

The caravan rested for a moment considering the journey they had traveled quite far. Attacking enemies on their own land is not easy. Nakroth was also aware of that.

But no one could match his talent, no one else deserved the trust of the emperor Azeroth other than himself, and there would be no doubt because Nakroth was destined for something big.

"Nakroth, what are your plans this time?." I looked slowly at Zeroth with his best friend. Nakroth stared probing at the caravan that was resting. "You distract them, and then I'll sneak in from behind." Replies

Without a doubt Zeroth agreed. He soon broke away, and so did Nakroth. Zeroth moved in front of the caravan, covering his face in a dark robe as dark as the night sky. He staggered closer to the caravan. Realizing that someone was approaching the caravan troops was immediately on standby.

"Help me sir, I'm hurt bad." His words are full of deceit

The caravans were on standby to protect the car that held the most precious thing. However, one of the soldiers approached, feeling pity for Zeroth. He approached, as he was about to help, the soldier's head was cut off by a sword slash. Seeing that, the Lothair soldiers immediately stood by

Zeroth opened the hood of his robe, black hair with purple eyes visible. He smiled curiously, along with the pull of two long swords on his back.

"Show me your abilities!." Said Zeroth crashing forward.

While the front was in chaos, Nakroth sneaked in from behind in search of the weapon. He moved smoothly past the shadow of the rock basin, finding the first guard off guard. Nakroth with an agile movement jumped over various trees. He could see the silhouettes of those guards, trying to grip their spears tightly with both hands.

Nakroth leaps from the trees in the darkness, taking the lives of the two guards with his bare hands. Before the third guard could react, Nakroth precipitated into a true darkness and appeared right in front of his victim, twisting his neck to lifelessness with ease.

Another guard heard the sound of a fallen body, weak and lifeless, then turned towards Nakroth.

The assassin simply laughed, looking for the right time to join in killing the remaining guards. “You can't move, can you?” he whispered, disappearing into the dark shadows once again. Panicking, the guard was intending to leave, but a long dagger pierced through his heart.

“Tak as strong as I imagined.” Nakroth

Nakroth looked ahead, a wooden carriage with a locked door. Because of the busy front region, making no one aware of the existence of Nakroth. Thank you to Zeroth for this. Moving on, Zeroth now stands in the middle of Lothair's army which is now a corpse.

"Lothar's warrior power is mere nonsense, isn't it?." He said as he swept his two swords full of blood.

Once completed, Zeroth soon found Nakroth in the rear. To sneak in and take that sacred thing.

Nakroth opened the door of the wooden carriage. But he did not see the things he was looking for, nor did he not want to fail. Emperor Azeroth entrusted this mission to him, if he failed then the good name of himself and his family would be very tarnished.

"You found him?." Said Zeroth in the shadows, and answered with the head of Nakroth.

"So this is our first failure?." Said Zeroth and replied with a bitter smile from Nakroth, "Well that's it, what a disappointment." The reply.

Realizing there was nothing they could do. They both got out of the wooden carriage. However, a sword struck Zeroth's neck. Realizing the life of his best friend is threatened, Nakroth immediately kicks Zeroth hard to avoid the slash.

"Can you do more finely my brother!?."

"Blame yourself for being off guard, you fool!."

Don't want to argue too late. They stared ahead, A Lothair warrior appeared carrying the weapon he was looking for, with red and shining eyes symbolizing inhuman anger. The eyes of the warrior grew as a great force came out from within the sword. He really did not seem to be able to control that power, the pain was too intense to control.

The rumor turned out to be true.

Not getting there, a horse's pounding was heard behind them. Understanding the reinforcements were coming, Nakroth and Zeroth turned their backs on each other. "I'll take care of the caravan." Said Zeroth with both swords in his hand, "Then I take care of this soldier." Reply Nakroth.

Patience is something that Zeroth does not have, he immediately lunged at the soldiers in front of him. Unlike Nakroth always planned things carefully.

With his two long daggers, Nakroth collides with Lothar's warrior. His long dagger clashed with that sacred sword. And in that very short moment, he saw through his eyes an immortal figure, watching how lamenting for pain and suffering for thousands of years. This was definitely a demonic figure that would continue to be reborn. The real devil, and this must be stopped immediately.

"Prove that you're worthy...."

Responding to the whisper, Nakroth with his eyes closed tried to pick it up. While Zeroth is still trying to get rid of his last enemy.

“Brother, don't!” he cried, with his two swords filled with blood. “What are you doing?, you see what that soldier went through!. It must be destroyed!.”

Nakroth looked at his face. “No. It's mine.”

Suddenly the two of them bounced, no one could stand. In the middle of a nearby town, alarm bells ringing. Looks like something big is about to happen.

No one survived the blast, which left only Zeroth and Nakroth. Zeroth sheathed his sword. “What will happen, brother?”

The demon sword spoke to Nakroth. Like whispering something to his mind, and it looks like his brother also heard it.

“You are beyond belief.” The sword said with a small laugh.

The sword flew, softened and changed into a long dagger. Nakroth with his finger melted into the darkness and united with the dagger, like entering a gate into a very dark night. It felt like the weapon was now a part of her, as if she was born with him. Nakroth swung his dagger, then directed parallel to Zeroth's neck.

Seeing that Zeroth immediately prepared his horses. The weapon was something cursed, and it had to be annihilated immediately. But what his brother did was completely unexpected.

"Do I have to kill you, brother?." His words were sad when he saw Zeroth who seemed to have been affected by the weapon. However, "Haha.. Relax I'm just kidding." Nakroth said with a laugh when he saw the expression on Zeroth's face that looked cute when worried about him.

"I made you bleed to death!, you bastard."

"Come here!, a monkey with two swords can't possibly defeat me!."

Only a routine that both of them do after completing the mission. But this time. Nakroth stood so bitterly in the darkness of the night, surrounded by the dead soldiers, smiling in irony. This bow-shaped black flag was built to signify the power of the kingdom being stupefied, giving birth to fear as well as a display of power to those passing under it.

Now, the flag is nothing more than a bloody filthy rag, a testament as well as a mute monument showing false power and ego, the symbol of greedy men and the sacrifice of dairy cows bound by fear to revolt. But now the fear turned towards them.

Nakroth was pleased with the fear. It was a typical weapon, and while the Blood Knight soldiers had mastered their swords and bows, Nakroth mastered fear.

Nakroth had only this time set foot on the battlefield without a sense of pride in his empire, amidst the corpses of enemy warriors trying to fight against their own fears. Fear is like the air in a storm, begging to be released.

Rodants. Friends, friends, and weapons that are always held. Turned his sword and prepared to wrestle with himself. He stared and felt Nakroth's trembling hand, as he tried to communicate in black dagger shape.

"There is fear in your grip and doubt in your heart, Nakroth" he said

Not answering, he saw a sea of red in front of him. Right, it is what makes this sea red, and it is true that it slaughters all that lives. However, the blood was so scary, the dark red color and its thickness made Nakroth afraid.

Simultaneously he also realized, why should he fight fear for those who are greedy?. They extorted the commoners to enrich themselves with war petitions as a pretext. The admiration and patriotism on Nakroth's ribs faded with the war he fought.

Nakroth dropped his imperial flag. The flag that he had been flying, all this time he defended with his life. But now the flag fell to the bottom, stepping on it with a high sense of anger. Rodant can imagine, this grip is really not wearing.

"I don't have a heart, and that's what you should be afraid of. Rodant." Word is cold

Rodant remembered the incident. But now is a new era, a human figure holding himself. A feeling of nostalgia permeated every curve of the blade. It was as if he was being summoned by Nakroth. He smiled with this familiar feeling

"Prove that you're worthy..."

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Trivia: The change in Nakroth's nature is based on the betrayal of the Empire, the Wife, and its Nobles and Emperors. Only the Blood Knight, Zeroth, Rodant, and an Elf of the fairy race were loyal to him.

Shunizu ba vawhor!.

Adapt and overcome!.