Level Up Legacy

Chapter 1265  Makeshift Warriors

Sahira led Arthur deeper into the labyrinthine tunnels, the flickering torchlight casting dancing shadows on the walls. Arthur's eyes scanned every detail, his mind absorbing the complexities of this underground haven. As they walked, Sahira spoke in a low, reverent tone.

"The items we take," she began, "are not just any items. Each one has a story, a significance. The people give them to us willingly, hoping that their sacrifices will contribute to our cause."

Arthur nodded, listening intently. They rounded a corner and entered a vast chamber, bustling with activity. Workers moved with purpose, crafting and assembling strange contraptions. At first glance, it appeared chaotic, but Arthur quickly recognized the method in the madness.

"Welcome to our workshop," Sahira said, gesturing proudly. "Here, we build our army."

Arthur's eyes widened as he took in the scene. Tables lined with makeshift warriors, constructed from everyday items—pots and pans, buckets and mops, even books—filled the room. Each one was infused with a faint, glowing energy.

"These," Sahira explained, "are our soldiers. We infuse them with 'Force,' the same energy that the Lord of Force uses to power his constructs. They may seem crude, but they are surprisingly effective in battle."

Arthur stepped closer to one of the makeshift warriors, examining it with a keen eye. "You've managed to harness the Force from everyday objects. Impressive."

Sahira nodded, her expression serious. "The Lord of Force has been doing this for years, but he uses the Force of the people he defeats, turning their very essence into his soldiers. Some of them were our friends, our family."

Arthur's gaze hardened. This revelation was more disturbing than he had anticipated. "So, these aren't just mindless constructs. They're people, twisted and corrupted."

"Yes," Sahira confirmed, her voice tinged with sorrow. "That's why we fight. That's why we need your help."

Arthur took a deep breath, his resolve strengthening. "We need to gather your leaders. It's time we had a proper discussion."

Sahira nodded and led him to a larger, more open chamber. She sent runners to summon the leaders of the thieves, and within minutes, they began to gather. The atmosphere was tense, curiosity and suspicion mingling in the air.

As the last of the leaders filed in, Sahira raised her voice. "Everyone, this is Arthur Netherborne, ruler of Runera. He has come to us of his own accord, seeking answers."

The reaction was immediate. The leaders looked alarmed, murmuring among themselves. Sahira held up a hand for silence. "He is not our enemy. He has come to understand our plight."

Arthur stepped forward, his presence commanding attention. "I followed you here because you stole something from me. But I've learned much since I arrived. Your cause is just, and your enemy is formidable."

A man with a thick accent and a strong build stepped forward, his eyes wary but respectful. "I am Thorne, leader of the resistance. We have sought to contact you for a long time. It seems fate has finally brought you to us."

Arthur nodded, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Fate, or perhaps stubborn determination. Either way, I'm here now. Let's discuss how we can work together."

Thorne glanced around at his comrades, then back at Arthur. "We need your expertise, your strength. The Lord of Force is relentless. He captures anyone who opposes him and turns them into his soldiers. We've lost too many already."

Arthur's expression grew serious. "I understand. I've seen what he's capable of. We need to find a way to counter his constructs, to free those he's enslaved."

Thorne nodded, his jaw set. "We've been working on that. But we lack the knowledge and the power to fully succeed. With your help, we might stand a chance."

Arthur looked around the room, meeting the eyes of each leader in turn. "I will help you. But we must act swiftly and decisively. The Lord of Force won't rest, and neither can we."

Sahira stepped forward, her eyes shining with determination. "We're ready, Arthur. We've been preparing for this moment. What's our next move?"

Arthur took a deep breath, his mind racing with possibilities. "First, we need to strengthen your defenses. I'll teach you how to enhance your constructs with more powerful runes. Then, we'll formulate a plan to strike at the heart of the Lord of Force's power."

The leaders nodded, their expressions resolute. Arthur felt a surge of hope. Together, they could turn the tide against their oppressor. The battle would be long and arduous, but with unity and determination, they could reclaim their freedom.

As the leaders dispersed to begin their preparations, Arthur caught Sahira's eye. She smiled, a mixture of relief and determination in her gaze. "Thank you, Arthur. For believing in us."

"Tell me what I can do to help," said Arthur toward Sahira and Thorne, and the two nodded to each other. Sahira led Arthur through the tunnels with Thorne at her side, guiding him toward their hidden army. The air was filled with a mixture of anticipation and doubt, a tension that Arthur could feel with every step.

"Arthur," Thorne began, his voice measured, "we need your help. But before we proceed, I want you to see what we've built."

They reached a vast, cavernous chamber. Arthur's eyes widened as he took in the sight before him: rows upon rows of makeshift warriors he has witnessed back in the workshop. But here, there were thousands.

"This is our army," Thorne introduced with pride. "No matter how pathetic, it can be used to defend our people."

Arthur walked among the ranks, examining the constructs closely. "You've done well with what you have, but to stand against the Lord of Force, you'll need more."

Thorne stepped forward, his expression serious. "Arthur, we've been fighting this battle for years. We've lost so much, and we're prepared to lose more. But we need your help to tip the scales. Will you stand with us?"

Arthur met Thorne's gaze, searching for any hint of deceit. "Before I commit, I need to be sure of your intentions. May I look into your heart, Thorne? I need to know that you won't use this power for selfish means."

Thorne nodded without hesitation. "Do it. We have nothing to hide."

Arthur placed a hand on Thorne's chest, his eyes glowing with a soft, blue light. He delved into Thorne's heart, sensing his motivations, his fears, and his hopes. After a moment, Arthur stepped back, satisfied.

"You're true to your cause," Arthur said, a note of respect in his voice. "I will help you."

Arthur raised his hands, chanting softly. Runes appeared in the air, swirling around the makeshift warriors. The energy within them intensified, their forms growing more robust and resilient. The air hummed with newfound power.

The thieves watched in awe as their army was transformed. Just as they were marveling at Arthur's feat, a runner burst into the chamber, breathless. "An army is attacking a village in the desert! They need help now!"

Arthur turned to Thorne and Sahira. "I'll teleport our army there. Can you get the rest of your people there quickly?" n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Thorne nodded. "We have a way. We can travel as sand, reaching the village in the blink of an eye."

Arthur nodded, his determination evident. "Then let's go. Show me the village on the map, or just the general direction and distance."

The runner did as told, and with a powerful incantation, Arthur teleported the enhanced army to the village's edge. The thieves, led by Thorne, transformed into a swirling cloud of sand and raced across the desert, reaching the village almost instantaneously.

Arthur arrived just in time to witness the battle firsthand. The Lord of Force's army was not made of makeshift warriors but of empty armor, animated by dark force, creating fearsome knights that attacked any village that did not declare loyalty to him.

The clash began in earnest. Arthur's newly reinforced warriors met the armored knights with surprising strength. Metal clanged against metal, and the air was filled with the sounds of battle.

Thorne appeared beside Arthur atop a dune, watching the scene below. "This is our war," he said, his voice carrying a mix of sorrow and determination. "A war of scholars. We use armies that can be disposed of, not endangering our own lives. It's like a strategy game for us, but the stakes are all too real."

Arthur nodded, his eyes fixed on the battle. "We'll change that. We'll fight with everything we have, not just our constructs. We'll reclaim our lands and our people."

The battle reached its climax as the knights tore through the makeshift warriors. But each time a warrior fell, it detonated and destroyed the nearby knights.

Thorne breathed out, "What in the world is happening?"

"I reinforced the makeshift warriors, but they are nothing compared to steel knights. However, I infused each warrior with a rune to explode the moment the force dissipates."

"Such a tactic is possible?"

"For the master of runes, everything is possible," said Arthur with a grin. "This war is going to be fun."

"What reason do you have to help us so much?" asked Thorne after a moment of pause. "You barely know us."

"I don't know you, but I know that every human who fights for freedom deserves help," Arthur answered him as he watched another makeshift warrior explode with fire. "I just feel that our goals align."