Chapter 284: Bragan (1/2)
As far as the combat abilities of Morte Bianca's soldiers went, Bragan knew they really suffered from defense. They were the fastest, and they hit the hardest and by virtue of mostly being undead, elves, and orcs, Biancans had stamina to spare. However ultimately there was a trade off, and that meant not many were resilient enough to withstand hits, not unless you were a vampire with a ridiculous healing factor.
But that was why Bragan was here today, he had tried time and time again to get an audience with Alistair, but that man was even more busier than the king. Which was why he was left with no other choice, he had to take this to the king himself. and while it should be decisively harder to get in touch with the king of Morte Bianca than its minister of Techno-Magical development and research ministry, at least that was the name it was being called for now as it would be subject to change like the last four names.
Either way he could at least get an audience with the king. This wasn't like the old world where all you had to do was level up your classes and you would be able to get stronger and make really cool stuff. No this was a whole different ball game and he was amongst those who had absolutely no talent whatsoever when it came to combat. Not everyone is meant to rule the battlefield, just as how it would be hard for a soldier to give a report on bio-magical sub-dermal parasites with a penchant or replication by utilizing the mana within an individual's body.
None the less he had an idea and a prototype, all he needed was audience with the great king of Morte Bianca. It was well known that Rezar Deathwind was a man that valued talents, especially those that can help improve his military. And what he has could very well be the solution to the crisis literally looming above their head, a bloody godforsaken meteorite about to crush the entire city and its peripheral islands to oblivion.
”Halt! Speak your business! What brings you to the palace of the king.”
Bragan gulped hard as he looked up at the extremely tall Kitsune looming in front of him. Necron might not have been existence for long as a city, but with the influx of new uploads to escape the destruction of earth, its development has been extremely rapid. Both in cultural terms and in military terms. However, it was still in a state of growth and this was the best time to cement positions as individuals of import. Not just to the king, but to the people as a whole, and that was why he was here.
But along with that being a goblin has been pretty tough on him. Everyone was taller than him, and they made fun of him. Not to mention there was a little bit of prejudice against goblins, and it was stemmed from a lot of depictions on earth media about how uncivilized and monstrous they could be, yet they were monsters at the bottom of the food chain, practically the weakest.
”I'm here to seek and Audience with his majesty King Rezar Deathwind. I-I-might actually have a plan to stop that big rock.”
The kitsunes raised an eyebrow at the small goblin dressed in leathers that were a little bit too tight, and had a massive back filled to the brim with rolled up papers and what looked like schematics. The bottom line was, a goblin was not what you would expect to come seek the audience of the king, or even have an idea about averting the crisis they were facing. The guard shook his head, this was probably above his pay grade, even if it does turn out to be a hoax.
”Well why don't you give me a minute to report to my superior. Though let me warn you, it this is a hoax or some bloody attempt at an assassination, you would be dead before you so much as twitch in front of the king. In the meantime, my colleague will verify your identity, I will get you an audience with my superior, as for the king, you're going to have to convince him about that.” With that said the Kitsune turned around and left while his colleague, a giant necrotic ant, with its white chromed shell came forwards with a tablet to have Bragan fill out a digital form and perfume a search to see if he was registered in Necron City's database.
In Bragan's mind, he couldn't help but admire the guard. He was a lot nicer than he expected, and somewhat lax in the way he interacted with Bragan. After all he could really be an assassin; but he understood that at the moment everyone was tense due to the giant rock hanging above their heads. He spoke the magic words of having a solution, so even if he was a mad man, they would definitely give him a listening ear.
It didn't take long for him to get verified, the moment it had become an option to become a registered citizen of Morte Bianca he had quickly jumped on that band wagon. If he had to be honest the goblin King's defeat was the best thing that ever happened to him. King Tristian was nothing more than a puppet, and that was something everyone knew. If Tristian had won the war against Morte Bianca, then by now Bragan would probably be in the army serving as one out a thousand goblin wolf riders, a useless life of violence with no productivity.