The Witch's Curse
The Royal Battle Reload

The atmosphere of the night in the Holy Temple was increasingly tense. In just less than 1 hour, the troops again prepared to fight their way to the Palace. That night, the Royal Forces which are an alliance of the Gelael Dukedom Army, the Holy Army, and the Markian King's Army, united in equalizing the steps to cripple the evil magic invading the continent. The power of the Witch Maxi cannot be underestimated, in just a matter of hours, its influence has reached other kingdoms around Cordovan. The dark and gripping atmosphere is now not only felt by the residents of King Markian, but also the inhabitants of other kingdoms in the Continent of Britani.

"Your Majesty, the army is ready!" exclaim Paladin who just alerted the troops to immediately plunge into the battlefield. They had now lined up according to the formation in the Temple courtyard and were in a position ready to depart.

"Well, I'll be there soon" said King Markian, determined to return, though his heart was shattered by the death of his wife. The body of Queen Cordovan who failed to rise, has been buried back in the funeral home and is guarded by holy magic so as not to be disturbed by anything. The royal funeral will be held after the war.

King Markian bravely joined the army to set out for the second battle. Just a day ago, the second war finally broke out. The red moon has returned to its creator. This time, in Cordovan's somber sky, a perfectly round moon seemed to shine, illuminating the originally pitch-black night.

The presence of the Red Moon on the previous day had filled the full might of the resurgent Witch Maxi. He is now stronger and more evil. His black magic made the originally cool atmosphere of the continent to be as hot as hell. No more frozen ice, all the plants burned and died. Dark fog enveloped the entire kingdom, as it approached towards the palace, the fog would become poisonous smoke that could annihilate anyone.

"Teacher!! Get ready!! Formation!!"

"Huu... Ha!"

"Teacher! Go!"

"Huu... Ha!"

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The Holy Commander again led the army, followed by Paladin who was by his side, and the King who was in front of them. The 500-strong Royal Army was heading towards the palace with galloping steps and burning determination. The refugees remained under the protection of the Holy Temple, with 50 holy knights ready to guard them.

"The intercontinental alliance forces had gathered at Gonovan's main point. We will meet there," the King told the Commander and Paladin after receiving information from the newly arrived password. They both nodded in understanding, and continued on their way to the palace.

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During the trip to the Palace, the Royal Army was in complete tension, considering that the strength of their enemies increased by many times. The gripping, dark atmosphere, accompanied by a cold night wind, accompanied the steps of the troops preparing for the second war. The war against evil magic is almost an impossible mission, if not accompanied by the help of the Holy Knights who also have mana and white magic power. Ordinary sword ability, will not be able to penetrate invisible magic power.

"That's them!" Screeched Paladin when she saw the banners belonging to other kingdoms fluttering faintly in the middle of the dark of night. He spurred his horse faster, in order to combine several strengths so that it can become a bigger and more formidable army.

"Greet the Commander!"

"Greetings! Who you?" ask the Alliance Commander who was on a white horse with a shiny golden armor.

"I am Paladin, Adjutant of the Holy Commander of Cordovan,"

"Greetings Mr. Paladin,"

"Is this the alliance army? How many?"

"We were about 500 people. How many troops are you in?" ask the commander back.

"We're also about 500 people,"

"Kyu.... "

"Hw.. Ha... Hu.. Ha... "

The nation of fairies and dwarves also appeared among the Alliance Army, of course, they were striking with magic aura like magical beings in general.

"alright. Let's join!" The edict of King Markian who had just emerged from behind the crowd. The Royal Army now numbered nearly a thousand people, consisting of the troops from the Gelael Dukedom, the Markian King Army, the Holy Army, and the Continent Alliance Army.

The soldiers again moved in a combined formation, stepping valiantly into a battlefield not too far from their current location. In about twenty minutes, they would arrive at the palace grounds. The howling of wolves so-called events sounded softly welcoming their steps. It seemed, the magical beast was not far from the current position of the troops. The buzz of death spells seemed to wave to be visited. The soldiers who were not very mentally strong, instantly collapsed, and the chaos in the formation of the troops became inevitable.

"Aakhhhh!"

"Akkkhh!!"

"Yumuuuu!!"

Some of the soldiers fell down, just by hearing the singing of death. They were soldiers who were afraid to go to war.

"Don't be afraid! Round your resolve!" the King felt nothing. The remaining troops, of course, trembled, yet they tried to hold on. They hadn't even swung a sword yet, how could it possibly fall down in vain like this?

"A little while we're here! Hang in!" Shouted the Climate Alliance.

"Huu... Ha!" Answer the troops in unison. They stood upright with matching footsteps and almost similar speed. The weapons of the knights glittered under the radiance of the moonlight.

'Kaaa... Kaak.. '

"Groan!!!"

'Kaaa... Kaak.. Kaaba....'

"Abkkkk!!!"

Sriiings

Cringing

Jleeebbbb

Troops fight against the blinding infernal bird attack. Not far from their position, it appeared that the herd of werewolves were ready to ambush and tear apart the sword-wielding Alliance Army.

'Auuuuuu'u'

Crakk!!!

Attack after attack just appeared, upon the arrival of troops in the capital area. The location of the palace was still a few hundred meters away, however, the Alliance Army had already been struggling to survive the sudden ambush of a magical creature.

In the midst of the chaotic crowd of soldiers, there was the chirping of the Leader who broke up the crowd. He drew his golden sword boldly and firmly.

"Defend!!" Tell him in a loud voice.

The brave leader was King Markian, a King who was respected and respected by the entire Alliance Army. With his sword looking up into the sky, he commanded his army firmly. The look in his determined eyes exuded courage and unyielding guts. King Markian is not afraid to fight the threat posed by evil magic.

The troops tried their hardest in a defensive position. When the situation is likely to be safe, the Commander raises the order to attack.

"Groan!!!"

"Huu... Ohhhhh!!"

The army also carried out a series of attacks. The werewolves and the birds of hell who had been so close, could not withstand the deadly attacks of the troops.

"Attack!!!"

BLAARRR!

"Kyuuu!!!"

The assistance of the Holy Commander, Paladins and the fairies who were at the scene, also became a force that later turned things around. Magic aid cannot be used carelessly, because the Commander and Paladin will drain their stamina. If the situation is not too desperate, then, the attack from ordinary weapons used.

The initial battle conditions had improved. Although there are still many remnants of the enemy that needs to be eradicated.

"Teacher!! Go!!!" King Markian's word is to speed up his horse. He did not want to be distracted by his focus. The not-so-busy three-to-ten troop platoons exterminated the remains of magical creatures, galloping straight to break up the crowd. They followed the path of King Cordovan to get to the Palace immediately.

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"Yahahahh!!"

Drakes

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Not far from the King's sight, the palace gate had been seen. Dark light enveloped the area, in fact, discordant voices emanating from the demons rang out to each other. The evil witch, whose ambition is to rule the continent, appears to emerge from behind the black fog on the balcony of the Palace. It was the Witch Maxi. In his pitch-black, fluttering robe, he stared sinisterly downward, enjoying the gaze of his expanding power. Witch Maxi is one step ahead in his dream to become the ruler of the continent.

"Haha.. You stupid man!" He strangled with pride. Venn, no less cynical. He also danced happily in the palace grounds. Several times, Venn was seen eating the hellbird he strangled and roasted with magic fire. Not far from the position Venn was in, it appeared that the troops were forming a triangular formation and were ready to fight against the human army. The new entourage that became the alliance of magicians were the girls of The Sacred Flowers who were inside the palace, ready to provide entertainment when victory had been at hand - even though they were just pretending.

"Come down, demon incarnate!!" Hardik King Markian when almost entering the palace gate. The soldiers of Witch Maxi, dressed like knights in iron armor, looked growling but did not attack suddenly. The army, consisting of werewolves, swamp crocodiles, Golems and forest bears, seemed to be waiting for orders from their masters.

"You weak people! What do you want to come to my kingdom? Huh uh?" asked Witch Maxi haughtily. His voice boomed up to the hill Gonovan. Some of the soldiers from the Alliance Army trembled just by hearing his terrifying voice.

"A haughty and evil demon like you will never be the leader of the continent! O rotten witch!" Reply King Markian did not lose out loud.

"Ha... Ha... Ha.... You are just an insect that will die in one snap of a finger. Go ahead!!!" Witch Maxi's orders with a clinking voice.

The Alliance soldiers were then ready in an attacking position. With only one command. The troops will rush into the herd of magic creatures in the palace courtyard.

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