Kapitel 20: It All Begins
"So far, we have two thousand complete sets of armor, thirty thousand swords forged with dragon fire, and twenty thousand thunder-tipped arrows." Luker was showing Haldor the weaponry they had forged in no more than a year.
At this moment, Haldor was fifteen years old, a perfect age for marriage, according to many people around him. This age in this world is ideal for starting an adult life, as not everyone has a long life expectancy.
Haldor, in his black armor, looked at the numerous swords laid out in the lots and nodded in approval. "Maybe my father has many swords, but these are exceptional; none compare in their use of metal."
"The armored bears love using the metal that will later be used in war. It has given us a lot of work, but this is partly what we love the most." Luker didn't consider this much work; they had done it in less than a year, so it wasn't too much to take into account.
An armored bear can easily live past two hundred years, so a year dedicated to a cause that would help them later was a well-paid investment.
During this time, Haldor's mentality had changed. His interest in claiming better territory had grown, but he was not a fool without a head.
The cruelty of the war was immense. Haldor had been in some battles in the past year, but nothing compared to what he had dreamed of.
"How is the shipbuilding going?" Haldor asked as he left the area where the armored bears were creating armor.
"They're ready. Considering that we've now run out of metal, everything is much better because we've pushed the limits of production." Luker had used his own metal to create the best possible weapons.
This improved things a lot, but they had reached an expected limit.
Now, with the five warships, it was more than enough to move everyone from this point to the capital located on the island, isolated from any danger.
The armored bears could swim easily, but considering the dangers of the journey, they would take complete control of the Sober Tower and only move when necessary.
Feeding the armored bears could be considered a challenge, but everything has remained stable because the extreme north offers enough food to feed the bears and they have not suffered any kind of famine.
As far as he understood, the armored bears far exceeded sixteen thousand, and only the adults with complete armor numbered five thousand.
This was the power that Luker could offer to Haldor's army, considering their numbers could easily reach thirteen thousand.
"Today, the journey to the giant tribes begins. Any advice?"
Luker smiled and said, "Don't mention their size; treat them as equals, and there won't be any problem."
"They say giants fornicate with pigs; how can we negotiate with them?" Ravyn appeared out of nowhere, holding a large group of spears.
Luker remained silent, wanting to see this man without a head converse in such a way with the giants.
"If we don't have the giants on our side, they will be our enemies when the night reaches them. Do you want those giants on your side or against you?" Haldor didn't expect an answer from Ravyn, who always spoke in ironies.
He couldn't say it had been an easy road to get here, but he was sure that if he remained calm, the things he sought would be found very quickly.
Now, no one could threaten his life, and the only reason he stayed in this place was to grow his personal forces and ensure his dragon was always full.
His mastery of magic was decent, far superior to that of the average adult, and as for his axe handling, he was an absolute demon, according to the many warriors he had defeated.
He wasn't a fool; he crushed his enemies or anyone who posed a threat to him.
Many called him the Bloody Prince; nicknames are not given for free in the north.
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