Jessica Martinez
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Ezra peered at the puppets and Fenrir spoke. "Which one do you want to train with first?" The prince squinted his eyes and looked at a certain puppet. "This one" "Ahh, the spear wielder. Any reason behind, boy?" The giant wolf inquired "I heard the prince of the brownmane empire uses spear" The vengeful prince uttered, there was a spark in his eyes, a spark that contains the power to kindle a pyre. The monstrous wolf squinted his eyes, Ezra's expressions captivated his attention. "Brownmane Empire!…-
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Ezra Zephyr was inspecting the weapons given to him. "What notions drove you to make this piece of crap" the prince said as he gazed at Fenrir. "You are learning the ways of the trash-talking, nice going boy." Ezra scoffed "Heh, Thanks to you, wannabe god" he derided. Fenrir frowned "Who do you call a wannabe god, dumb boy. I hate gods, don't ever tag my name with them hypocrites self-proclaimed superiors." "Heh, seems like I find your sensitive vein" he giggled. "You motherfucker" Fenrir couldn't…
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After preparing himself, Ezra was sent to the middle of the forest. This time it was a real forest, from where he heard numerous howls and wild cries when he first arrived. During the 4 hours of running in magical space, he learnt a few things about the forest. First thing was to keep your senses sharp and the other was to look where you are stepping. A small mistake or noise can catch the attention of unfriendly beasts. Keeping that in mind, the prince moved on. He was hearing various chirps of…
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Ezra Zephyr was swerving in pain, blood oozed from his leg. Scorpion went for the final blow but before it could do anything, the hobgoblin darted in and knocked the scorpion away. He extended his hand towards the pouch on his waist, Ezra's eyes were getting blurry. He felt something was shoved inside his throat, he was about to throw up but instead, he gulped down. Soon the leg began to regenerate, and the vagueness on his eyes evanesced. He saw the ugly face of the hobgoblin, he questioned in a dull…
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Seeing Ezra collapse, Fenrir looked at his duo cubs. The crimson-coloured cub moved towards Ezra, there was a pouch on his neck. He picked a pill with his teeth and insert it into Ezra's mouth, within a few seconds, Ezra opened his eyes. The moment he regained his senses, the tormenting pain invaded again. When he was wearing those bracers, Fenrir told him to wear off the spiritual armour he had when he came in first. Ezra was growling and swerving in pain, he looked at Fenrir with eyes full of…
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Ezra wore the shackles, they were round and long. "They look more like bracers than shackles" he murmured. "Then call them bracers, it's meaningless what we call them. If you have ended your word game, then start training. 100 Push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 pull-ups, 100 squats and 15 minutes of plank hold. There will be a 10-minute break after you complete a set. You have 2 hours to finish, if you fail to do that by due time then there will be a punishment" Fenrir explained. Ezra Zephyr gulped lightly…
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Ivar was baffled, after a pause he nodded wildly and clenched Ezra's hand with his both. The prince gave a bright smile before pivoting his head towards the werewolf soldiers. "Guards, bring out the 6th-grade cubic pills," said Ezra Zephyr. Receiving the order, Imperial Guard paid no heed and pulled up the box. The box was not your average mundane one, it was of gold, embedded with twinkling pearls. God knows who engraved such delicacy on a box. As the box was opened, there were 14 pills. "Huhh!…
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The King and Prince rushed toward the guard, Mirza grabbed Ezra by his wrist to match the speed. When arrived, they saw a hundred boxes. Four of those boxes had numbers on them. 3, 4, 5 and 6, these boxes had cubic spirit pills. While the other boxes were filled with myriads of other pills, valuable for cultivation. "What are these cubic pills, your majesty. They are giving off ominous energy." Pollard Whitefang said while looking at his liege. "These are spirits and the number shows their grade,"…
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The powerful slogans of unity were akin to a volcano eruption, emotions surged inside everyone present. "I want you to look at them very carefully son, these are your real people. These are the people for whom we shall fight because they never left us alone on our fate" Mirza Zephyr said to his offspring. Ezra on the other side couldn't find words to reply, maybe he was too young to experience such a thing or maybe his emotions were surging. "But unfortunately, our race's power is declining with…
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The continuous tedious growls of the werewolf king confirmed that he was battling against an immeasurable pain. If not for his werewolf form, he would have collapsed by now. Ezra read in books that the morph form of werewolves increases their attributes by a wide margin. The triad in the cave became a little quiet, one meditating and others scrutinizing. The grunts of Mirza Zephyr dimmed. ~WHOOSSSHH~ An abrupt burst of qi wave was released by the king, knocking both Ezra and Polard away. The King…
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