ARYA MAHESA
An Oath and an Oath

"Commander ... Looks like those warriors did something suspicious."

A leader of the Nippokure army came to Daisuke who seemed to be getting ready to directly hit the Jampa warriors who took over their fortress.

"What do you mean?"

The leader shook his head. "I don't know, but it looks like they're setting up some kind of combat formation. It's just ... "

His members seemed hesitant to finish his words. This is a little weird. Usually, all reports will be easy to understand if a leader explains it.

"All right, I'll see it."

Daisuke stepped towards where his troops were already marching towards the fortress.

The first thing Daisuke realized was not to look at a combat formation. However, the warriors of Jampa were seen dividing themselves in small groups at random and not marching at all.

Astonished, Daisuke asked again. "What do you think is a combat formation?"

Members shake. "Honestly speaking, I've never encountered such a combat formation before."

Daisuke scrunched his forehead and held his chin thinking. "Do you have any information about who is the leader of their army?"

"According to our observations, there were Salendra rebels, also Jemba the Bojalang from Palas city and ... "

Daisuke glanced at the members. "Who?"

"I just realized it too. One of them is Karpatandanu. The Sultan of Pasir Putih."

Just then, Daisuke's eyes widened. "really? ... If so—"

Not yet had he finished his words his members immediately interrupted.

"No, there is no army of the White Sand country with them. We've been investigating it. All had signs indicating that they were from different sects and some were freelance warriors."

At that very instant, Daisuke felt that something was strange. Although it was close, White Sand had never interfered before.

Moreover, Jemba the Bojalang. He knew very well that the commander of the Nippokure Armada, had clearly ordered not to harass the man.

However, at this moment it is clear that two people exist and will be their opponents. At that very instant, Daisuke undoed the intention to directly attack and summoned all the army leaders to gather.

"What do you think is the reason Karpatandanu and Jemba the Bojalang made this mess?"

That was Daisuke's question to them when everyone had just gathered. However, none of them could think of and have the right answer.

Backward is impossible, forward is also a fatal risk. Daisuke knows that.

War with two countries was not in his plans. That would make Nippokure's dominance in the Western Mainland questionable let alone their defeat.

One more thing, to begin with, even Daisuke did not tell his superiors in Malka.

"Commander ... So, what should we do?"

Daisuke was completely confused by the situation right now. However, a leader gave him an idea.

"What if we negotiate. We don't know what they want either."

This matter had really been far from what Daisuke had planned. In fact, he really did not want to confer before. That was why he asked for Oldenbar weapons to make sure they won and take back their fortress.

"Ah, Shit ... It's really embarrassing."

Meanwhile, at the fort. The group who had been getting ready with Salendra's idea in this fight, saw another troupe that had just come.

Umbara and dozens of holy warriors arrived and went straight to him.

"Tabik my lord, I have come with a burden. A message from the Sultan. If you still want to, give me a role."

"The word Jakasona is not a burden, but it is an obligation. We are glad you came. Join the battle."

At that moment, Umbara saw Karpatandanu approaching. Next to him, a man he was certain was the one his father meant.

Although not so similar, but Umbara is convinced that it is the younger brother of his father the missing prince, Salendra.

"Take a cup, you're coming. How's your dad doing?"

Umbara was surprised that Salendra could get to know him right away. And that, made him a little nervous.

Because, he did not know that he had an uncle before, especially according to his father's story, this uncle was the strongest warrior of Jampa country who was able to compensate Rangkupala.

"Pa-paman ... Sa-salendra?"

Salendra shook his head but smiled as he patted his nephew on the shoulder.

"You must be wondering why I can recognize you right away, right?"

Umbara could only nod. Of course he was astonished, even as he remembered, this was the first time they had met. Moreover, his father said Salendra came out of the palace even before he was born.

"You look so much like him, how could I not recognize you. So, how's my brother doing? Is he still as stubborn as ever?"

No one had dared to say that in front of the umbara before. Besides his father, Jakasona is the Sultan of Jampa.

But the one who said that was now his own father's sister. So, Umbara could only take a breath and take it off.

"Ayahanda is old. Of course it's getting stubborn. Uncle Salendra, why don't you ever come to the palace to meet?"

"Mahaha ... Jakasona will force me to become Sultan in his place. Of course I can't do it. I'm not smart, especially wise. I could die from a headache. Hahaahaha."

The cuppala who had understood the habits of his friend, could only shake his head. He did the same thing, even with a different purpose. Rangkupala was the third prince of the previous Swarna emperor.

Salendra shook his head. "Now I think I'll see him. Besides, you're already there. And there's no reason for Jakasona to force me to replace her again. Haha." - Hahahahaha."

Umbara can only scratch his head. Despite the same blood flow as his father, Salendra clearly has a very much different nature. However, he was happy to find out that his father and uncle had no problem even looking close.

However, suddenly Salendra changed her tone. "But, before I go back to the palace, show me first that you, really are the next Sultan of Jampa."

Just about to respond, But Umbara immediately realized that Salendra was staring at some envoys from the Nippokure troops coming closer to them.

They stared fixedly at the five people who came that were getting closer.

"Who is the leader of your army?!"

Just coming, the leader of the five, immediately asked. However, as he circulated his gaze, his eyes instantly widened.

"Remain ... You you?! "

Umbara, who knew the man, went straight through Salendra, Rangkupala and Karpatandanu.

"Yes, I ... Why are you asking?"

Of course, that surprised him. He didn't know Jakasona's son was there either.

"Huh! ... Turns out, Jampa Palace really masterminded all of this."

Umbara. "I asked, what did you come here for?"

The leader of the Nippokure envoy raised his chin haughtily. Before saying in an understated tone.

"Our commander, Daisuke. Will spare your lives, if you give up fort—"

"Sreec ... !"

"Sreec ... !"

"Sreec ... !"

"Sreec ... !"

"Sreec ... !"

The envoy did not have time to finish his words because at that moment the umbara had already pulled out the sword and immediately moved quickly to decapitate the fifth.

"Didn't Daisuke remember when I told him that, Where the Earth is in the Incandescent, there the sky is held up ... "

Umbara brandished his sword far towards the opponent, precisely the place where Daisuke was now.

Although not sound. But the message was very clear and went straight to the commander of the Nippokure forces. There is no word of negotiation that exists only, war.

Raising his palms as high as his head, Umbara spoke out loudly.

"I swear, if it wasn't me who cut off his head ... Then, forever I will not be the Sultan of Jampa."

Right then, Umbara's words instantly burned everyone's fighting spirit.

War drums have been sprinkled on the chests of all the warriors of Jampa who saw it. Oath of Jakasona's son, Umbara, as the trigger.

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Hello, MoonMarvel is here, man,

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