webnovel

Heimarian Odyssey

Locke is a middling officer in the Kingdom of Faustian’s army. He happens to be at the wrong place at the wrong time, or the right place at the right time, depending on your perspective, and happens to save the kingdom’s princess. As fortune would have it, love prospers, but in a world of peasantry and nobility, a middling, peasant-born soldier has no right to love a princess. Locke is nothing if not determined, however, and sets out to become someone worthy of loving the princess, someone her family can accept. But that path is neither short, nor safe, as our hero will soon discover. Tags : Army Building, Caring Protagonist, Cold Protagonist, Death of Loved Ones, Empires, Evolution, Fan-fiction, Harem, Incest, Kingdom Building, Kingdoms Knights, Knights Level System, Long Separations, Male Protagonist, Near-Death Experience, Older Love Interests, Pregnancy, Slow Growth at Start, Strong to Stronger, Wars, kufsten translation

Kufsten · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
291 Chs

Prepare for war

The middle-aged Caster stared blankly for a moment before revealing an amused expression. He glanced at the black crow, raised his hand, and a dark yellow crystal appeared in his sleeve.

Under the black crow's envious gaze, he tossed it to it.

A black shadow streaked past, and the yellow crystal fell into the crow's stomach.

After burping, the black crow did not forget to comment, "Earth-type crystals taste astringent. They're not as delicious as water-type crystals."

The middle-aged Caster ignored it. He was waiting for the crow to tell him the news.

If the news wasn't worth a high-grade crystal, there might be a pen made of crow feathers on his desk.

The black crow clearly knew the rules. It did not keep the middle-aged Caster waiting for long before telling him the news it had heard.

"Lord Odysseus is already gathering people," the crow said mysteriously with its head lowered.

"Why? Doesn't Lord Odysseus need to keep watch over the Three Western Isles? What if our enemies appear, especially those on the east coast? "The middle-aged Caster was puzzled.

"Who knows? Maybe they've reached some sort of agreement." The crow did not know much either. It only knew that the four lords of the Three Western Isles would not give up on the Fairy World so easily.

Whether it was Grandmaster Banam, Lord Gaia, Lord Zachary, or Lord Odysseus, a miniature world might not be comparable to a lesser world, but it was still very valuable, especially when it produced resources that were precious to the Sorcerers World.

"Although there are no World Lords in a miniature world, breaking the planar barrier requires at least a level-4 powerhouse. Lord Odysseus is the only one in the Three Western Isles who has the strength and time to do so." The middle-aged Caster could not figure out what Odysseus wanted to do.

If he left the Three Western Isles, he could predict that their enemies on the east coast would definitely find out in less than half a year. When that happened, they might even lose their base camp.

"Why are you thinking so much? It's not like you can decide anything." The crow flapped its wings, not noticing the dark expression on the middle-aged Caster's face.

He didn't know where this crow had come from. From its appearance, it looked like an ordinary bird, but it was actually able to mingle with the third-rank Great Magicians in the conference room.

"Bru, it's time to go!" A magician with no facial organs on his face and only a smooth skin on his head shouted at the black crow.

There was clearly no mouth, but the sound was really produced. It was really strange.

The black raven flapped its wings and flew over, perching on the magician's shoulder.

"What's for dinner, Jose?" the crow asked.

"…" The Faceless Magician did not answer.

"Jose, Michelle has already been in the Centaur World for 15 years. Are you really not going to visit her?"

"..."

"Joss, I think you should change your expression."

"..."

A silent Magician, a chattering crow, a strange combination.

The Magicians around them intentionally or unintentionally made way for the faceless Magician. Although they were all level-three Magicians, there were strong and weak Magicians. This faceless Magician was one of the best.

In other words, this faceless Magician was probably the most powerful Magician in the Sanctum. Even the black-robed old man, who was the acting manager, had to show some respect to this faceless wizard.

On the Missia Continent tens of thousands of miles away from the Sanctum, there was a majestic Sacred Mountain at the border between the Aomar Empire and Jordan Kingdom.

The Sacred Mountain stretched for thousands of miles, and was almost six thousand meters above sea level.

At the peak of the Sacred Mountain, which was covered in snow all year round, was a dazzling yet simple and dignified hall. This was the place of worship for all the knights on the Missia Continent. It was where the Hall of Knights was located.

Although the surroundings were cold, there was still a constant flow of knights coming in and out of the hall.

Without exception, one could feel the powerful blood undulations of these knights when they were just a little closer. Even the nearby snowfield was melted by the knights' influence.

Some flew, while others rode on strange mounts. An endless stream of knights appeared on the Sacred Mountain.

The Hall of Knights was a huge building the size of a main city, but it had been built to look like a hall.

Dozens of knights sat in a room on the upper floor of the Hall of Knights.

Be it casters or knights, this was probably a common problem among humans in the Sorcerer World. Those in power always liked to put themselves high and mighty, as if they could look down on everyone else.

A large round table was placed in the middle of the room, and more than thirty powerful knights sat around it.

Sitting at the head of the table was a knight in red armor. His flamboyant red hair, sharp eyes, and terrifying strength made it so that none of the knights present dared to underestimate him.

"Today, I'm attending this round table meeting on behalf of my father. It's about activating the Fairy Realm," said the red-haired man.

Unlike the noisy discussions in the Sanctum, the knights of the Hall of Knights were more disciplined. Only the red-haired man's voice could be heard in the meeting room.

"We'll attack in five years at most and take down that miniature world," said the red-haired man. "When that time comes, there's no need to worry about the planar barrier. Our lord will take care of it."

Everyone present was a level-3 radiant knight of the Missia Continent, so they were no strangers to planar wars. Most of them had participated in at least a dozen planar wars to reach their current level.

"Lord Gaia's Holy Cross Cavalry Regiment, Lord Zachary's Thunder Cavalry Regiment, and many level-3 great wizards of the Sanctum are also participating in the attack."

"How many knights can we recruit now?" the red-haired man asked the knight closest to him.

"Fifteen thousand level-1 knights and seven hundred level-2 knights shouldn't be a problem," replied the radiant knight with the white eagle on his breastplate.

"What about the slave corps?" the red-haired man asked the knight on his other side.

"About two hundred thousand," replied the radiant knight.

"Not enough people," muttered the red-haired man.

Although a miniature plane was the weakest among all the planes in terms of overall strength and area, it was still a complete plane.

Most of the forces of the three continents were stuck in the Centaur Plane. Choosing to invade the Fairy Realm this time was a bit of a stretch.

Suddenly, a wave that made all the knights present feel a crushing pressure. Even the space around them rippled unstably.

Fortunately, the wave left as quickly as it came. Plus, it wasn't the first time the knights had felt it, so they didn't seem surprised.

"I've just received news that the number of combatants this time will be expanded to include high-rank Knechts and mid-rank Lehrlings!" The red-haired man announced a decision that shocked everyone around him.

There was no doubt that the one who issued the order was the red-haired man's father, Odysseus, the strongest person on the Missia Continent and one of the level-4 powerhouses of the Three Western Isles.