The Golden Throne

"I hear that you have completely separated the process of manufacture. Is it that the young prince of Aegon does not trust either Darv or Elvan?", Balor shouted.

Liu Feng looked at Balor and sighed. He was expecting this problem. Since he had separated the manufacturing process completely, no one understood which part went where, and all of them did not even know the assembly process, which Liu Feng had actually delegated to the mage tower, so that the process remained in house within trust worthy hands.

As for the magic circles, the inscribers who were taught the magic circles were all given parts that they could not even recognize, and did not know which part went where, and which magic circle went where. All of this meant that after the war was over, even if Elvan and Darv got together, they would not be able to make a gun.

"This was done at the behest of the master of the mage tower himself. He wishes that peace ensues after the war, and does not want anything to come in the way, guns being chief among them. If the gun's production method becomes known, any child on the street can kill even the king. The army and kingdoms will become incapacitated."

"Even a child? Do you really think that we would allow this to come into the hands of the general populace? Do not think recklessly child.", Balor said, his voice deafening those around him.

"Do you really think that after the method of production of guns are given to you people, you will be able to curb others from making it? After a while, guns will start appearing in the black market, and god knows what will happen then! Neither I nor the mage tower wants this blood on our hands.", Liu Feng said.

"And these weapons are going to stay in the hands of the one country that is comprised of humans? Laughable.", Balor said.

"The guns are property of the master of the mage tower. I can not claim them to be of Aegon. Your worries are misplaced.", Liu Feng shook his head.

Even after explaining himself, both Damascus and Balor grumbled. Liu Feng sighed, and ate as fast as he could, and left the intense room.

Three weeks later,

Finally the dreaded day had arrived. Outside the huge city gates, a few hundred thousand people had stood in an array ready for war. This was the day that they would march for Glade. The air was tense, and the bodies of the men were stiff. The army was separated into the three countries. It was a truly spectacular sight to see. The Elvan army bore white, the Aegonian army bore black, and the Darvan army bore red. The colours were bright, but the mood was not. The faces of all were grim, because this was not a moment to rejoice at. This was a moment that no one wanted to come. The generals of all the armies were at the front of each army and they were erect. They had solemn faces as they looked forward. 

In Front of all of the armies was a small platform, a temporary one that was assembled to rise for the occasion. The three kings were on top of the platform, along with one child bearing the robes of the mage tower. He was the kid that contracted Terran, the king spirit of earth. Liu Man stepped forward and gave a robust speech trying his best to raise morale. A few minutes of speaking about the motherland, and protecting family and so on led to a few cries of battle from the Aegonian army. The other kings also spoke, and then, some hundred or so children started distributing the guns to all of the army members.

"Remember soldiers! This is a very important weapon, and without it, we will not be able to fight the demons. I hope you understand that it has limited uses, so please do not waste them. Without a gun in your hands, you will be cannon fodder.", Damascus broke the small bubble of security that they had and pushed them to reality.

After all the guns were given, the army finally got ready to set out for good. The general of the Aegonian army set first with the Darv army right behind them. The kings of the respective countries were at the forefront of their armies to boost morale. Liu Feng, however, was nowhere to be found. He was still in Dilheim, working on his project.

The army set forward towards the academy. The magical academy was a solid base to rest before they entered Glade territory, so they were going to go to the academy first. As a few hundred thousand people were moving at once, the pace of movement was painstakingly slow. It took the entire day for the army to get to the academy. It was completely barren by now, and not even a peep could be heard. After the entire place got evacuated a month ago, the academy could be said to have become nothing short of deserted. 

The army set up camp, and set up tents, while the higher ups and the upper ranks took the dormitories of the students that were now empty. A few grumbles of dissatisfaction could be heard very clearly. This was the sad truth about the world. The powerful and the rich got more power and more money. The normal soldiers looked with jealousy at their superiors, while the superiors looked at their subordinates with contempt. 

After a while , the camps were set. The soldiers slept for the night, while a selected division was standing guard. The campus conveniently had quite a few guard posts. The soldiers patrolled the walls to make sure that no one was going to ambush them at the dead of night.

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