War, it was a fancy name for when people butchering themselves without a care in the world, when they got at each other’s throats and tried to kill each other.
But could the fake war be used for what Silva brought to Olen? It was not war; it was a massacre. It was a complete massacre, because Olen stood no chance.
When the main force made their move, clad in the wonderful armors and weapons that Silva had provided, they ripped through Olen.
There was no pity, hearts were sealed off, and Silva became a real villain. Regardless of who or what stood before them, they cut them down.
The streets were littered with blood and the mutilated bodies of humans. As for those that surrendered, they were teleported back to Fake Dragon, where they would know what to do with them.
The main army of Olen refused to leave the capital; they focused all their resources on protecting the capital.
They fought bravely against the abominations that made it to the capital, and they were able to defeat all and keep the capital safe.
But before they could catch their breath, the main army, with Silva and the Guardians leading them, arrived.
Silva wore full black armor, the metal gleamed under the sun, and the purple runes on it shined. His wings and horns were all out, and he held his sword in his hands.
His presence was striking, and all attention was pinned on him, even though he was one in the thousands standing around.
From the walls of Olen, they could all tell he was the leader.
Silva didn’t attack the gates of the capital as he arrived; he had the wyvern army circle the capital while he waited for someone to come and speak to him because he knew that would happen.
As he had thought, the gates of the capital opened, and riding on the back of horses, a small group of fifty men in armor rode out to meet Silva.
They stopped when they were a hundred meters away, and their leader came down from his horse and started walking towards Silva.
Silva moved forward; he met the man halfway.
“I assume you are the leader of this force?” the man said.
“You shouldn’t engage in small talk, tell me what you want and walk away,” Silva said.
“Sigh, my name is Roger, the captain of the Beta Knight Order, the second strongest knight of this kingdom.
We understand that you are tense and angry at our kingdom, but we have to find a peaceful way to resolve this.
I would hate to go into battle with you,” Roger said.
“Roger, are you stupid or trying to be? We sent out word of this war, and your king refused it. Now thousands of innocents have died on our way here.
Because you refused to protect them, and now they are dead, this war has started, and I’ll make sure to end it. After all, you came after my people and you hurt them,” Silva said.
“It seems you don’t want to back down, but we have seen your army’s power, and a war will lead to mutual destruction,” Roger said.
“Trust me, you have not seen half of what we can do. Do not assume you have a standing here; you are not the empire, or the holy kingdom.
They are the only ones that can stand against me, and yes, I mean that sadly. Your kingdom? I could take it alone, so do not think that you have any standing here,” Silva said.
“I beg to differ, but I have something to offer, to save the lives of both sides. A duel, between you and I, a sword duel, and the winner decides what happens next.
If you win, the war continues, and you can run throughout the capital, but if you lose, you’ll die here, and your people must return,” Roger said.
Silva heard the details and he felt bad for Roger; even if the heavens touched the earth, Roger would never be able to win.
But Silva decided that he would humor him and actually fight against him, so he stretched out his hand for a shake.
Roger shook his hand, and the both of them turned around to tell their people what would happen now.
“I’ll be dueling him. If he wins, the war ends,” Silva said.
“Master, isn’t this a waste of time? He would need an impossible miracle to win,” Drake said.
Silva chuckled and turned to face Roger. Roger took his stance, and then charged at Silva. This was pure swordplay, which meant only physical skill and swordplay.
Silva stood still, he couldn’t be bothered, but to his surprise, Roger sped up at the last moment and went for a stab.
Silva stepped to the side and parried the sword, but Roger was not done; he stopped his movement, turned around, and went for a slash.
Silva blocked the attack before using the broad side of his sword to slam Roger away. Roger landed a good distance away, but before he could stand, Silva was already before him.
“It doesn’t matter how good you think you are, Roger, you are outclassed when it comes to me. There is a reason I am the king, after all,” Silva said and stabbed the sword into Roger’s leg.
Roger’s men saw this and wanted to intervene, but they looked at the massive army behind Silva. What would they be able to do before they are all killed?
Silva noticed that Roger’s men were holding themselves back, and a sick smile appeared on his face. He twisted the sword in Roger’s leg and then pulled it out before stabbing the second leg, while looking at them.
Roger was on the ground crying out in pain, and blood poured from his legs, but Silva was not done. Silva looked up at them and said,
“This is war.” As he said that, he took his sword and drove it into the head of Roger. The final draw, then Roger’s men snapped; they attacked without regard for their lives.
Silva slashed with his sword, a flame arc might gracefully cross and cut into all the men, killing them on the spot.
“This is our revenge, take out their capital,” Silva said, and the whole army behind him charged towards the capital. After they all got past him, he turned around and started walking away.
“This is fun,” he said with a smile, and then flew away, not caring what the outcome of the war was.
—
Inside the castle of Olen, the king sat in his throne with all his best men standing before him. Silva’s army was approaching, and they needed to do something, or else they would all die.
But they were the ones that blatantly refused Drake and told him that they would attack his kingdom if he didn’t release the people they sent there.
They didn’t expect that Silva would be this terrifying, and now they were faced with the results of their actions.
They now understood that they were facing someone very terrifying; they had to find another way to handle this.
“Let’s use the underground passages. There is one that leads to that kingdom,” the king spoke, and everyone paid attention.
It might be blocked, but there’s no one to stop us from actually opening it now, because all the fighters from their kingdom have come to take over us.
If we can move our best men through that passage at top speed, we should be able to ruin his kingdom before he fully does the same to us.
It’s a risky move, but it must be done, or else we will lose our kingdom. So prepare the Alpha troops and the elite troops.
I’ll lead them to take over the kingdom myself, I’ll lead this war, and we will make sure that we win. This is the only move that we can make right now to ensure that we sink his kingdom,” the king said and got up from his throne.
He didn’t wait for anyone there to say anything, he simply left and headed to his room. When he opened the door, his wife was seated on the bed with two children by her side, one ten years old and the other nine. The older was a boy and the younger was a girl.
“My husband, what is the situation of things now?” she asked, but he ignored her and walked into the closet room.
Inside the gold and black royal armor was there with his sword as well; he immediately donned it, with a serious expression on his face.
—
While this was going on, something had slipped everyone’s memory, but Silva had mentioned it, and that was the fact that Olen had a huge crystal deposit.
So while this was ongoing, his clones had been digging and transporting the resources of Olen. And while he was doing this, his clones ran into something that might turn out to be a serious issue.