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Chapter 422: The Archers Who Were Slaughtered
In front of the Crimson Sect was Viscount Gibran.
Having lost his left arm, he still looked tall and strong. He was riding on a tall horse, wearing a black and red robe. His long white hair fluttered in the wind, giving him the aura of a noble.
He also had a bright smile on his face, and there was a faint red light in the depths of his eyes.
Facing Kant, he did not have the hatred towards an enemy.
Because in his heart, this Baron Kant and the large troop of his, would become his sacrifice. At the foot of Mountain of Death, he would complete his blood sacrifice to that supreme existence!
Just like now, Gibran was leading this group of ignorant people into the trap that he had already set up.
Why did he have hatred to Kant?
He only wanted to thank him!
Quietly waiting for Kant's troops to get into formation, Gibran looked at the light cavalries that had surrounded the two wings. He slowly raised his right hand, signaling for his restless soldiers to calm down.
Riding forward, he took out a scepter inlaid with red gemstones from his wide sleeves.
"Baron Kant." Gibran nodded elegantly. "We meet again."
He still had the etiquette of a noble.
However, Baheshtur narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Gibran. He reminded Kant in a deep voice, "Lord, I feel that this guy is not normal. It's best to be careful."
"He is indeed abnormal." Kant smiled and shook his head.
He also spurred his horse forward.
Looking at Gibran in front of him, he also lowered his head and smiled. "Of course, we meet again, Viscount Gibran."
"The weather is good." Gibran chuckled. "Look what I've prepared for you. It's an unexpected surprise. If you don't mind, come and take a look. I'm willing to introduce to you the scenery of Mountain of Death, as well as the supreme existence of my faith."
"That so-called Devil Lord?"
Kant also chuckled.
He tilted his head, he calmly said, "I'm very interested." However, his voice became colder. "If it's possible, I want to kill all of you in front of me and smear your blood all over my path to Mountain of Death. Then, I want to truly kill that so-called supreme existence of yours, that Devil Lord that should have been destroyed in history a long time ago!"
"Uh." Gibran was a little stunned. The fake smile of a noble had not disappeared from his face, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes as he looked at Kant.
Viscount Gibran, who had grown up in a noble family, he had never say something so ruthless.
Or rather, he had never seen someone so ruthless like Kant. It was like mercenaries and bandits cursing in the street.
Even if he had defected to the abyssal demon, in his mind, the etiquette of the noble was still deeply engraved in his heart. This had become a habit, and reflexive actions could not be erased.
And he could not accept Kant's undisguised threat!
"You have successfully aroused my anger."
Gibran chuckled.
"Is that so?" Kant nodded and waved to the side. "Then let them be even angrier!"
"Shoot!" Baheshtur, who had long been prepared, instantly roared. He did not hold back and directly said what Kant wanted to say. Baheshtur had his own way of understanding the thoughts of his superiors.
Baheshtur was not only famous for his temper, but his cunningness also allow he was able to escape from the Khergit Khanate and establish his reputation in the Continent of Caradia.
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"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh –"
Arrows were instantly shot out.
Five hundred Rhodok Veteran Crossbowmen and five hundred Ravenstern Rangers gathered their killing intent onto their steel crossbows and cone-tipped arrows, and like a waterfall, they shot towards the enemy formation that was less than 300 meters away.
They are the elite of the level 4 troop class, long-range infantry, and were capable to kill the enemies up to 300 meters away.
They had superior weaponry and superb skill!
Streams of arrows flew by, the targets of these elite crossbowmen were the opposing archers at the front row!
The archers who had been forced to come here, armed with short bows or hunting bows, and who clearly did not want to fight for the Crimson Sect, offered their first life first!
"Splash, splash, splash –"
The sound of arrows piercing flesh could be heard continuously.
In an instant, the archers who were wearing leather armor or did not have any armor fell one after another.
A large number of archers were killed. However, they could only lower their heads and bend their waists to dodge the arrows or scatter in all directions in fear. This was because the simple hunting bows in their hands could only shoot out 50 meters at best, which was not far enough
The troops of the Dukedom of Leo did not care about archers at all. This was the tradition of the noble.
They thought that only the knights were the strongest.
As for the archers, they were just small things used by the lowly mercenaries.
As long as they were close to the knights, these soft and useless weapons would not pose any threat. This was a habit formed during the years of battle. After all, the mercenaries also did not have the funds to buy powerful crossbows.
Crossbows and war bows were fine weapons. They were far from being comparable to cold weapons such as longsword and lance!
This resulted in the archers of the Crimson Sect were dying one after another under the long-range attacks of Kant's troops, .
In a short period of time, more than 200 archers were killed on the spot. Most of them were injured and had lost the ability to continue fighting. Their morale was at a low point and was on the verge of collapse!
"Kill!"
Gibran did not show any mercy.
Looking at the archers who were dodging, he turned his head and gave the order to the Crimson Sect fanatics in black robes.
The fanatics took out thier swords and axes, they mercilessly slashed at the archers who dared to flee. They actually slaughtered all their won archers!
The fresh blood became thicker and thicker. Piles of corpses gathered in front of the formation.
All of them belonged to the innocent archers.
Except for a small number who fled.
Most of them had their heads chopped off by the fanatics and were casually thrown in front of the formation, forming a scene like a slaughterhouse. The entire area began to be filled with a thick stench of blood. It was abnormally fishy.
The elite lance soldiers at the rear were somewhat shaken. Many of them had already started retching, and there was even a commotion.
However, they were restrained by the intimidation of those fanatics.
No one dared to move recklessly.
Since the formation had been successfully formed, anyone who moved recklessly would cause a commotion, and they could be easily discovered by others.
When the time came, they would be killed by those fanatics who had no reason to speak of, and they would be killed in the name of supervising the battle team. It was a matter of course. They would just die in vain, and there would be no honor at all.
However, Kant frowned slightly and extended his hand to signal for the archers to stop shooting.
"Something's not right."
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Chapter 423: Intense Battlefield
It was indeed abnormal.
Not only did Gibran not act in a timely manner to stop the losses of his troops when they were attacked, he even allowed the archers who were already low in morale to be massacred, causing a large number of people to flee.
He even allowed the barrier troop of Crimson Sect fanatics to kill most of the fleeing archers on the spot.
In comparison, Kant's troops actually killed less people than them.
Most of the archers that the Crimson Sect had deployed had been slaughtered by their own people.
The ground was covered in blood and corpses. The strong smell of blood permeated the air. The expressions of the Rhodok Veteran Crossbowmen and Ravenstern Rangers stopped shooting. They were shocked.
They had never seen such madness. This didn't seem like a war at all!
Instead, it was like a cult's strange sacrifice!
"This is the feeling." Gibran smiled.
He smelled the strong smell of blood and a throb from the depths of his soul. It made his entire body feel extremely comfortable. This feeling was even stronger than the first time he had enjoyed the beauty of a woman.
Especially when the scent of blood was mixed with curses and hatred towards the living. It was as if he had drunk a glass of ice water in the dog days.
It was so exciting that he couldn't help but tremble slightly.
Extremely excited!
It wasn't just him. The consciousness of the existence that had entered his chest was also excited.
It was still urging him to continue. It wanted him to move faster and on a larger scale. The madness and brutality he brought along, as well as the hatred in his soul, were also more palatable!
"Understood, my master, my supreme existence."
Gibran revealed a sinister smile.
The red light in his eyes became more and more intense. He raised his right hand and slowly waved it forward. "Attack."
There were no unnecessary words. As the messenger behind him blew a few short horns, the troops that were originally anxious and uneasy began to move slowly.
This was the signal for an attack, a frontal attack.
The Crimson Sect's lance soldiers holding long spears slowly stepped forward.
The dense formation of spears, mail armor and scale armor were tightly arranged in formation, and when they collided with each other, they made a "ding" sound. However, this sound reflected the dark and terrified faces of the soldiers.
The morale of this group of lance soldiers was extremely low. They were so low that they would be on the verge of collapse if they were to suffer a bit of a predicament.
However, the fanatics were different from them. They wore black robes, held longsword, round shield, or axes, walked with determination.
They were right behind these lance soldiers. Under the protection of the dense spear's formation, they smelled the thick smell of blood. Their eyes also had a hint of red light, which was extremely strange.
This included the knights on the left who were still waiting for orders, but also urged their horses to move forward.
The warhorse was wearing a black robe.
The mail armor on its body was also wearing a black robe.
The hooded hood was black and red, and the weapons in their hands could be clearly seen. They were the standard lance and longsword of the Dukedom of Leo, as well as the round shield hanging on the saddle.
The black hood concealed their identities, but their identities were actually very easy to guess.
They were the knights of the Dukedom of Leo!
The most basic noble.
and there were knight attendants behind them.
The Crimson Sect had completely infiltrated the East County. Seeing that Viscount Gibran, who had left behind the most brilliant reputation, had fallen to become the chief of the Crimson Sect, one could understand that the noble system of the East County had long been riddled with holes.
Now that they were facing a strong enemy, they had even been called over by the Crimson Sect to become their own troops!
However, they did not take the lead in charging forward.
On the contrary, there were still the long lance soldiers of the Crimson Sect who continued to slowly press forward with their long spears.
In front of Kant's troops, the Rhodok Veteran Crossbowmen and the Ravenstern Rangers had already started shooting again. The deadly steel crossbows were fired in a row, and among them were the cone-shaped arrows that were like a string of arrows.
"Whoosh, Whoosh." the sound was incessant, but the entire battlefield seemed strangely quiet.
There were only muffled groans.
There were also miserable cries.
Those were the wails of the Crimson Sect's long lance soldiers who were injured by the crossbowmen or fell down in rows.
The distance between the two sides was still shrinking. As the elite long lance soldiers that were once trained by Avilis Castle, the tenacity of this group of people was still beyond Kant's imagination. Even though their morale was extremely low, they were still carrying out a tactical attack.
However, if one looked carefully, one could see the faint red light in the eyes of these lance soldiers.
A madness that came from the bottom of their hearts began to spread.
"Attack." Kant did not care at all.
He had always been calm about this battle. He turned his head slightly and instructed Baheshtur, "You will lead the Sarrandian Desert Bandits. I want you to surround and kill them like hunting."
"Yes!" Baheshtur nodded and quickly rode away. "This is very simple."
The desert bandits, who had already dispersed, instantly took action.
Baheshtur raised his horsewhip and waved it.
The 2,000 desert bandits understood what he meant. At the same time, they pulled out their short pilums and kicked the horse's abdomen. With the speed of the horse, they quickly rushed towards the Crimson Sect's troops.
With the help of the inertia, they threw the sharp and heavy short pilums.
An even heavier whooshing sound appeared in the air.
The short pilums streaked across a distance of more than 20 meters.
However, it carried a fierce force and instantly pierced through the sturdy mail armor and the iron-scale armor. It pierced through the mail armor without any obstruction, turning the fragile human body into a pile of useless rotten meat.
If a person died, of course, they would be useless rotten meat!
Desert bandits kept throwing and shooting.
The Crimson Sect's lance soldiers and knight attendants didn't even have time to react before they were stabbed to death by the desert bandits who were whistling like a gale and throwing short pilums.
This was a common tactic used by the Khergits, using long-range weapons to attack the enemy.
Next was the heavy cavalry's wave of reaping.
What a pity.
These Sarrandian could imitate the Khergits's tactics.
But they could not complete the Khergits's reaping, because the current main force force was not the terrifying Khergits' cavalry, but the Sarrandian Horsemen and Mamlukes, as well as the Rhodok Veteran Spearmen. They were the main force!
This was the dual combination of infantry and cavalry. It was a complete force that had a strict combat system!
Hence, the Rhodok Veteran Spearmen began to move forward.
They raised their broad shields to form a low wall. Then, they raised their four-meter-long spear diagonally and closed in.
Closing in on the lance soldiers of the Crimson Sect was like a king facing a king. They did not have the slightest fear because the Rhodok people were sturdy like rocks. They were also extremely stubborn rocks that were as hard as steel!
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Chapter 424: The Changes of Enemy Troops
The long lance and the long spear crossed together. Then, they stopped at five meters away from each other and pierced each other fiercely.
The wooden poles slapped each other. The spearheads collided with each other. Wood chips flew and fresh blood flowed. Screams could be heard one after another. The injured fell to the ground and let out wails. They were dying.
They were all long pole weapons, and there was not much difference between them. There was not even much difference.
It was just that the nouns were different.
However, the spear of the Rhodok people did not just have a spearhead added.
Instead, it had a 30-centimeter sharp spearhead, and it was wrapped with nearly half a meter long iron sheet on the spear shaft. Not to mention the collision, even if one used a sharp knife to chop it, one strike would not be able to break it!
It was much better than the equipment in the hands of the long lance soldiers trained by the militia in Avilis Castle!
Because the long lance in the hands of the lance soldiers was really only a spear head that was inserted into the wooden handle!
They collided back and forth.
The lance heads were knocked down by the spears one after another.
Even if the lance soldiers stabbed out fiercely, they were blocked by the broad shields.
Instead, the long spears stabbed out like poisonous snakes between the gaps and above the broad shields. Although there were fewer of them, they were unusually cunning. They specifically pierced through the vital parts of the lance soldier and always hit the target.
Blood splattered and the lance soldiers at the front fell one after another.
As for Rhodok Veteran Spearmen, only some of them were injured.
They were then replaced by their comrades at the back, filling in the gaps.
Both sides crushed each other. In the end, it was not the Crimson Sect's lance soldiers who had the advantage in numbers. Instead, it was the 1,000 Rhodok Veteran Spearmen!
Rhodok Sergeants, who held a heavy machete that was like a halberd, was even more ferocious in the middle of this formation.
They did not use the traditional stabbing attack at all. Instead, they took their heavy machetes and let the sharp blade directly cut off the spear that was coming at them. Even the spearhead was cut off. It was simply a destructive style of fighting.
They cooperated with the Rhodok Veteran Crossbowmen, who had retreated to the two wings, and the Ravenstern Rangers.
More and more lance soldiers of the Crimson Sect were falling.
The smell of blood also became stronger and stronger.
Even the desert bandits did not need to continue throwing short pilums. They even pulled out their scimitars ferociously and charged into the rear or side of the phalanx of lance soldiers. They were like lions charging into a flock of sheep and killing them mercilessly.
The phalanx of lance soldiers with low morale was like a broken house that was leaking everywhere. They could only barely focus on defense.
They passively accepted Kant's troops' side attacks and frontal pressure.
But for Kant, this was very simple.
Because his true main force had not been used yet, the 500 Mamlukes and 1,500 Sarrandian Horseman were still by his side, quietly watching the infantry in front of him fight into a mess, maintaining an absolutely calm formation as a deterrent.
Just ahead, Gibran and his 1,000 plus knight attendants had yet to make a move.
The so-called high-level troop class also did not make a move.
It was a regular battle.
Kant's troops had the slight advantage and were currently suppressing the Crimson Sect's lance soldiers.
But those true main forces, such as the cavalry, had yet to truly show off their strength. Those grand knights with extraordinary powers, or even those terrifying knights who had comprehended demonic powers, had yet to step onto the battlefield.
This was the reason why Kant did not take the initiative to act. He was waiting.
Waiting for Viscount Gibran's trump card.
Because as time passed, the lance soldiers of the Crimson Sect continued to fall.
There were even some people who were falling apart. Meanwhile, the fanatics at the rear and the knights at the left wing acted as if they did not see it. They continued to watch coldly. If they encountered any comrades who were fleeing, they would mercilessly go over and kill them.
It was obvious that they were watching these lance soldiers die!
The killing continued.
The desert bandits had already completely destroyed the restless lance soldiers.
Just with these light cavalry soldiers, they used the simple spears and scimitars in their hands to forcefully slash a bloody path. In an instant, they completely destroyed the phalanx of lance soldiers into nothing.
Dead and injured people were everywhere. The corpses of the lance soldiers were trampled under the hooves of the horses.
Of course, hundreds of desert bandits had fallen in the path of the battle.
Even Baheshtur's shoulder was slightly injured.
"Kill!"
However, they still ferociously completed the battle and completely scattered the phalanx of lance soldiers.
On the front battlefield, with the help of Rhodok Veteran Spearmen and the dense rain of arrows, they finally completely crushed the Crimson Sect's lance soldiers on the ground.
The casualties were everywhere, but the Crimson Sect's lance-soldiers had already lost their morale and started to flee in all directions.
However, what happened next was the same as before.
The black-robed fanatics acted as the barrier troop and massacred nearly 3,500 lance soldiers who were fleeing. Those lance soldiers with low morale didn't even know how to resist and were beheaded by the longsword one by one.
Corpses were everywhere, and the thick smell of blood was everywhere. Resentment and hatred appeared everywhere because of unwillingness.
More than 50 figures quietly appeared behind Kant.
Each of them was wearing a black or gray robe.
They held wooden staffs in their hands.
The top of the staffs was inlaid with various exquisite gemstones.
When they pulled back their hood, there were many middle-aged faces among the large number of young faces.
All of them were solemnly looking at the scene in front of them. Each of them raised the magic staffs in their hands and released a soothing spiritual fluctuation that spread throughout the entire army, causing the soldiers to gradually spirit up and return to their battle-ready status.
They were the mage apprentices and mages from the Enfath Empire!
"How is it?" Kant asked.
"We can't be careless. We have to be careful."
A leader of mages spoke with a solemn expression. "This sacrifice is extremely grand. Using the blood and lives of thousands of people to worship that abyssal demon lord, I reckon that after it appears, it will be even stronger than the one we met in the ancient passage!"
"Mm." Kant nodded, the corners of his mouth revealing a sneer. "So that's about it?"
"Pretty much." the mage captain nodded.
But he still reminded, "We can't rule out other variables, such as the accompanying demon troops. They are definitely more than the ones we encountered in the ancient passage last time, and the species are probably stronger as well."
"That's pretty much what I thought." Kant nodded.
He was not the least bit surprised.
Instead, he nodded slightly. "Then let's begin."
Waving their hands forward, the desert bandits, who were originally entrenched in the back, began to charge forward instead. They launched a new assault on the troops that had already been enveloped by the blood-red fog and were all trapped in the middle of the battlefield.
However, they did not dare to continue charging forward. Instead, they continued to use the short pilum to throw.
Whoosh! Whoosh.
A muffled groan also appeared. It seemed that the effect of the short pilum was still pretty good.
Quite a number of fanatical believers and those fanatical knights were nailed to death by the short pilums. However, there were inhuman sounds that were like the howls of wild beasts!
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Changes appeared amidst the mournful howls.
In other words, the absolute combat strength that Gibran could rely on, the troops that he truly cared about, were the wild beast-like fanatics that were howling in the blood fog!
Now, he was also standing in the thick blood fog, intoxicated by the crazy and vicious power.
This was the power, power that belonged to him!
It was as if he had returned to the time when he faced one of the main forces of the Silver Platter Kingdom. He had been bestowed with the power by that existence, and then he had led his troops to easily annihilate the main forces of the Silver Platter Kingdom!
Even if they were completely annihilated, he could still clearly remember how he had torn apart the bodies of those knights.
It was as easy as tearing apart a chick.
"Hehehehehehehehehehahaha –"
Gibran let out a strange laugh.
The thick blood mist was corroding his body, making him look less and less like a human, his skin had become bloody and exposed. His body was also growing, and his sharp teeth and claws were began to show up.
He was transforming into that terrifying demonic form and that a new left hand was slowly condensing in the blood mist!
This was the sacrifice of thousands of people, and they had successfully communicated with the great existence at the foot of Mountain of Death. It was that existence that had given Gibran a new arm, but he had also given a new order.
Gibran's entire body erupted with blood-red flames, and his voice was like a roar, "Kill them!"
"Kill –"
A sound that sounded like a beast's roar also appeared.
A gentle breeze blew over.
The blood mist dissipated.
What appeared on the battlefield was burly figures that were already half-demonized. Their bulging muscles stretched their black robe taut, and their nearly two-meter-long bodies looked like a powerful servants of hell!
They had fallen into the power of Hell and became servants of the abyss.
Three thousand half-demonized fanatics moved forward.
The longsword and axe in their hands were clenched tightly.
They were like toys.
However, as they swung their thick arms, they became more lethal, and their combat strength would be stronger!
On the side, the 900 knight servants who had been killed by the short pilums had also changed greatly, including the warhorses under them. Their muscles bulged, and sharp teeth appeared in the mouth of the horse.
Their eyes were all scarlet, filled with madness and bloodlust!
Rather than saying that they were a human force.
It would be more accurate to say that they were an army of the Abyss!
A terrifying army that had been corroded by the power of the Abyss and was completely half-demonized!
Then, following the roar of the commander, Gibran, they slowly took a step forward. After a few wobbles, the speed of the entire army's advance became faster and faster, and when they ran, it was as if the earth and the mountains were shaking!
This made Kant think of the high-level Jackalan troops that he had encountered when he was still weak.
"How… Interesting!"
He instantly pulled out his Sword of King.
He pointed forward.
A command that resounded through space also appeared in his mouth,
"Attack!"
"Attack!"
"Attack!"
"Attack!"
The captain of all troops responded one after another.
The troops that were already prepared were all ready. They slowly moved their feet and formed a dense formation like before, facing the half-demonized fanatics who were pouncing at them head-on!
If the half-demonized fanatics were like a tsunami, then these Rhodok people were like dams!
Broad shields were raised, forming a neat and sturdy low wall. Sharp spears were raised at the back and the top of the shields, ready to be used at any time as the sharpest and most cunning stab!
There were also the more well-defended and stronger Rhodok Sergeants.
They held halberd-like two-handed machetes.
They strode forward.
Their arrogant appearance completely ignored these half-demon fanatics.
To these Rhodok people, even if these fanatics appeared to have astonishing combat strength after half-demon transformation, no matter how astonishing they were, they were not as strong as the Swadian soldiers!
They were just a group of heavy footmen with a little stronger strength and combat skill!
As for those fanatic knights, they had their way to deal with these cavalries.
Groups of desert bandits pounced over and threw their short pilums fiercely. Even if they were very close to each other, they did not care about their own danger and threw their pilums at those half-demonized knights and attendants.
These desert bandits were using their own lives to kill the enemies.
However, there were some changes.
If the short pilums did not directly hit their vital points, they would not be able to directly kill these knights and knight attendants.
Some people even had a few short pilums stuck all over their bodies. They were still urging their warhorse to catch up with the desert bandits at an even faster speed. Then, they raised the longsword in their hands and slashed down fiercely, killing the desert bandits who were only wearing leather armor, they were cut into two halves, along with their horses. Fresh blood spilled on the ground.
In a short moment, in less than ten seconds, hundreds of desert bandits had already been hacked to death by these semi-devil knights and knight attendants.
As for those semi-devil knights and knight attendants, their number of casualties was less than fifty!
Quality crushed quantity.
There was a hint of panic in the eyes of the desert bandits.
Although the spears and scimitars in their hands could still cut these knights, even if they cut through the mail armor, it was like they had cut into wood. The blades were blocked by the layers of buffed muscle, they couldn't hurt their bones at all.
This meant that their attacks were insufficient to cause damages on these half-demonized soldiers.
In other words, the current battle was not something that the light cavalry could intervene in!
To the Khergits people, the so-called chivalry spirit did not exist.
They were a pack of wolves!
When they saw an opportunity, they would pounce forward and bite the enemy viciously.
If the enemy was powerful enough to break a few of their own teeth, then it didn't matter. They could just scatter and retreat.
Because their stronger allies began to move. Those Sarrandian Horsemen who wore Sarrandian armor and possessed superior battle skills were charging under the lead of the heavily armored Mamlukes!
These were the true main forces of the cavalry, while the desert bandits were only light cavalry.
Kant had brought them here because they could be used as scouts and harassers for the cavalry.
At the critical moment, they could also be used as a grain collection team, spreading out to snatch grain or protect their own supply lines. Their purpose was not to directly pounce on the enemy and engage in a fierce battle!
Right now, these Sarrandian iron cavalry were the true main force of this expedition!
They were completely unafraid of the powerful combat strength of those semi-demonic knights. They could face these semi-demonic knights head on.
This was because the weapons in the hands of these cavalry were shining with a faint golden light, as if they were attached to some kind of magical power, a status spell from the Enfath Empire.
"Sharp Golden Blades!"
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Chapter 426: Mages' Fireball Spell
"Sharp Golden Blade!"
The mages and mage apprentices of the Enfath Empire cast this spell together.
The mages who were secretly hidden in the army by Kant as cavalry finally showed a little of their power on the battlefield, and this status spell was only the most basic kind.
As war mages, it was too easy for them to increase the lethality of the army's weapons!
But it was not the case.
Kant had transferred all the mages' power.
The entire "Drondheim" Castle had lost the mages' support and only let the Royal Knights and Lion Knights that Kant had garrisoned the castle. It was enough to predict the importance Kant attached to this battle.
This was the first time he had revealed his power in the Dukedom of Leo.
Time was running out.
Kant, who was located in the Nahrin Desert, had already made enemies in many aspects.
He was almost surrounded by hostile forces. If he did not open a path and make his way out alive, even if he had a system and countless worlds of "Mount and Blade" as his backing, he would be obliterated in history.
He would be recorded in the history as a loser. Only the ruins might be studied by others in tens of millions of years.
But this was definitely not what Kant wanted to see!
So, he was serious!
Fifty mages from the Enfath Empire.
One hundred and thirty mage apprentices from the Enfath Empire.
All of them were here.
Now, they casted [Sharp Golden Blade] on the Sarrandian Cavalries and the Rhodok troops, increasing the damage of all the troops' weapons.
Mamlukes led the Sarrandian Horsemen as they whistled past, stabbing their lances into the enemies.
They had the advantage in number.
Two thousand heavy cavalry charged against less than a thousand semi-demonic knights.
Although the battle was fierce, with their excellent equipment, the lance and machete in their hands, and the golden light on their weapons, they were able to gain the upper hand. Blood splattered everywhere, and the soldiers died.
The knights of Sarrand Sultanate suppressed those half-demonized knights!
However, the casualties were extremely tragic.
Mamlukes charged at the forefront. They had already lost more than a hundred people, but with their fearless combat strength, even if they died, they would drag the same enemy to die with them.
Moreover, even if they died, they would be covered in heavy armor, they would be able to exchange for the deaths of two to three knight attendants. It was definitely not a loss-making deal!
And even if those Sarrandian Horsemen charged into the enemy knight formation and used the machetes in their hands to brazenly slash at them. They would be able to exchange one life for one half-demonized knight attendants.
In terms of madness, this group of Sarrandians were not weak at all!
Under the leadership of the Supreme Lord Kant.
They had the consciousness of sacrifice themselves.
Even if all of them died here, they could let the enemies of Lord Kant know what was inviolable, what was honor, and what was the bloodlust and madness of the Sarrandians!
If it wasn't for their bloodlust and madness, then the Sarrandian would have long been wiped out in the Sarrand Desert.
That was a truly cruel environment where only the fittest survived.
It was a hardship that outsiders could not understand!
Those who survived were all elites!
And now, they were exchanging their lives with these half-demonized knights who could deal absolute damage to Lord Kant's footmen.
Their eyes were bloodshot as they fought each other. They did not dodge and flee. One by one, they died in battle!
"Valiant."
Baheshtur, who was born in Khergit Khanate, was moved.
Seeing that the regular army of Sarrand Sultanate was not afraid of death, he also led the desert bandits who had scattered. They drew their machetes and spears to a place not far from the mages. After receiving the [ Sharp golden blade ] , they pounced on them again.
These bandits who had once roamed the desert also had the determination to not fear death!
It was a feast to the death.
This was an honor!
The densely packed desert bandits, who were like a pack of wolves, brandished their golden weapons and pounced forward.
They had already surrounded the half-demonized knights in the middle, layer upon layer, with corpses everywhere. This encirclement was still shrinking, and they were using the craziest methods to whittle down their opponents who were already at a disadvantage in numbers!
But Kant really paid attention to the fanatics who were rushing over and were became bigger.
The semi-demonic knights only increased their size by a little. Their strength and defense had also increased.
But the fanatics were different.
Their entire bodies were enhanced, except for their speed, which was not too fast. They were like the Brute of ThirdSide, but they still held cold weapons in their hands. In terms of combat strength, they were definitely stronger!
However, they lost their rationality and rushed forward in a mess. They were like a tidal wave that was about to break through the levees of the Rhodok people!
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh –"
The arrows of the Rhodok Veteran Crossbowmen and the Ravenstern Rangers were still shooting.
The waterfall-like rain of arrows had already filled the bodies of the fanatics with arrows like hedgehogs. However, they were still howling and charging forward as if they were fearless warriors who did not care about casualties at all!
The fanatics who had already strengthened their defenses in all aspects could not be treated as ordinary people at all!
Other than a small number of arrows that could pierce through the eye sockets, throat, knees, and other joints, their charge was still as fearsome as before.
"Fireball Spell!"
However, right behind the Rhodok people, the 120 mage apprentices of the Enfath Empire raised their magic staffs and released fireballs the size of a human head. They smashed into the group of fanatics like throwing stones.
Then, the burning fireballs seemed to shatter and burst into blazing flames that spread in all directions!
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom
The fireballs exploded.
The endless flames were compressed to the extreme and then expanded rapidly.
It was like gunpowder, but the temperature was even higher than gunpowder. The high temperature of hundreds of degrees burned everything. The fanatics in the center were covered in flames and were burned into a pile of useless ashes in just a few seconds.
The fanatics who were pushed out by the blast and the flames also fell to the ground.
Many of them had their black robes lit up, like torches.
"Fireball!"
Another wave of fireballs appeared, and it continued to fly.
They were less than 50 meters away.
But this distance of 50 meters was just within the effective range of the fireballs.
A large number of explosions occurred. Every mage apprentice had three spell slots to cast the fireball spell every day. Right here, they whistled and threw all the fireballs out, blasting the group of fanatics to the side!
This was the strength of war mages. The destructive power of a short burst was far more terrifying than that of archers!
With120 mage apprentices, there 360 fireball spells could be used.
They had already caused the deaths of at least 500 fanatics!
It was obvious that a large part of the fanatics' formation at the front was destroyed. The original wave-like charging formation was now full of potholes!
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Chapter 427: The Tragic Battlefield Situation
This was the strength of war mages. They were like moving cannons, and in the dense formation that mainly used cold weapons to collide, the damage they caused was limitless!
That's right, this comment was very correct, it was limitless!
Because right at this moment, Kant's mage army had yet to fully display their power.
As for these fireballs, they were just an appetizer from the mage apprentices!
As the staff lit up again, in a faint fluorescent light, fist-sized energy balls appeared one after another.
Then, the apprentices threw them forward as if they were throwing baseball balls, but their speed was extremely fast. They did not lose out much to the stone balls thrown by the catapults. They smashed directly at the group of fanatics.
This was the most basic war spell of the mage apprentices of the Enfath Empire.
[ Magic Ball ]
Each person had five magic balls per day.
120 people meant that 600 magic balls would be thrown out in the shortest amount of time.
This kind of basic spell was almost instantaneous, and the casting time was only 0.5 seconds. If a mage were to cast it, it would only take 0.3 seconds. But when the legendary great mage cast a spell, almost all of this energy could be shot out with a thought.
But now, the 600 energy bombs combined into a huge energy ball and seemed to have covered the front of the group of fanatics.
I was like the heaviest, deadliest, and most difficult to block heavy hammer.
They whistled past.
In the end, they smashed heavily onto the fanatics!
Then, the enemy formation that had been bombarded with fireballs was already broken in pieces. Then, they bared their fangs and brandished their claws and were about to pounce on the front row formed by the Rhodok soldiers. However, when they were smashed by the whistling energy bombs, they instantly retreated.
The fist-sized magic balls exploded one after another. They were really like the heaviest sledgehammers.
Bit by bit, the magic balls smashed those half-demonized fanatics and forced them to retreat.
Blood spurted out of their mouths. Their internal organs were even shattered. Along with the blood that gushed out of their mouths, there were also fragments of organs. One could tell how painful they were from their scared scarlet eyes!
Even these half-demonized fanatics were unable to resist the pouring of spells after they formed a scale!
With just 120 mage apprentices, they were able wipe out an elite team of nearly 500 people if they made sufficient preparation!
This was the advantage of a spellcaster.
Otherwise, with the world of "Wind of War", all sorts of legendary creatures were existed in there.
As a human kingdom, and also one of the continent's number one overlords, the Enfath Empire could live very well, and even rule a large territory. The greatest credit among them was the war mages.
There was no need to study too profound theories, nor did they need to contact too many spells.
The system of mages was completely integrated with war.
Or rather, they were trained to serve the war!
They only studied a few of the most powerful spells.
They used the spells that were most suitable for the battlefield and had the greatest destructive power to win the victory on the battlefield!
The philosophy of the Enfath Empire was that they didn't need to win all the enemies. As long as they could crush them physically, then the enemies would wipe enemies' skeptical attitudes towards their power and surrender.
Only those who survived would be the victors!
Now, the half-demonized fanatics had truly experienced the taste of this philosophy.
The 360 fireballs had directly killed 500 fanatics, while at least 800 fanatics had sustained injuries of varying severity. The next 600 energy bombs had completely shattered the fanatics' front line.
These most basic and direct magic bombs killed nearly 200 fanatics.
And at the rear.
The fanatics' formation had completely collapsed.
They had completely lost their previous appearance of charging forward like a tidal wave, wanting to smash the reef into pieces!
This meant that these seemingly strong inhuman troops who should have been charging forward with indomitable will, with the madness brought about by the thick smell of blood, and borrowing the violent power bestowed by the demons, were just ordinary humans after all!
More than half of 3,000 half-demonized fanatics had lost in one charge! They were no longer able to charge forward at all.
Then, the elite Rhodok Heavy Footmen were already prepared and ready for battle!
Their broad shields were like a low wall, but at the gap and top of the low wall, sharp spears stabbed straight ahead, just like how they did in their daily training, stabbing forward in an orderly manner, without the slightest bit of delay.
The tip of the golden spear pierced through the muscles that were supposed to be harder than leather.
The black robe was tattered.
But the body underneath was pierced through by the tip of the spear.
Bright red with black blood flowing, the half-demonic fanatics who were still charging fell in groups in front of the low wall of the Rhodok soldiers. They screamed miserably and died in the end.
Their counterattack, the longswords and axes in their hands, could only knock on the broad shields like knocking on a door.
Other than the ear-piercing sound that reverberated through the space, there were only many traces left behind on the shields.
Of course, there were also the corpses of these fanatics. Layer by layer, they stacked up in front of the dense formation of the Rhodok soldiers. The miserable walls formed a small wall. The higher the walls were, the more people died!
The Rhodoks were never afraid of a head-on confrontation!
Compared to the cavalry's battle, they were much simpler with the helps from the mages and archers.
They had an advantage on the battlefield. Usually, before the wide shields were smashed, they could fight to the death with a few fanatics who had fallen into madness. Even the low walls formed by layers of wide shields could hold their ground.
It was really like defending a city. The fanatics could only break in after expending a large number of soldiers.
The dazzling golden weapons could cause damage to the fanatics.
It was also a fatal damage.
Rounds after rounds of Rhodok soldiers fought and blocked the fanatics.
The fanatics finally charged forward like they were in a battle to the death, like a millstone of flesh and blood.
Whoever feared and retreated would lose the war. This was the slaughterhouse of life, the place where the living would die. Whoever could truly control the East County would obtain the symbol of ultimate power!
Kant looked coldly at everything in front of him.
Sarrandian Cavalries were dying.
Rhodok footmen were dying.
And the enemy, the fanatics of the Crimson Sect were also dying.
But he did not continue to send reinforcements. He only had so many troops in his hands, but most of the troops fighting at the moment were still regular troops. The trump card troops that he had in his hands had not yet attacked.
For example, the Lion Knights, Royal Knights, and these mages who were ready to fight.
There was no order.
There was no action.
Because their Lord Kant was still waiting.
His gaze looked forward, through the noisy and chaotic battlefield.
Gibran was also staring at himself with his scarlet eyes, just like Kant was looking at him.
They were all waiting.
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Chapter 428: The Demon Lord Appeared
They were waiting for the final battle.
Even now, the battle on the battlefield was extremely fierce. There were withered flowers of life everywhere. Fresh blood dyed the earth red, and the rich smell of blood turned this place into a living hell.
But in reality, the real climax of the battle had yet to arrive. Both sides were waiting.
Gibran watched coldly from the side.
He watched as the half-devil worshippers that he had painstakingly nurtured were slowly wiped out.
These fanatics, who could have easily defeated the East County's elite troops of nearly 10,000 people, were slowly grinded to death by Kant's troops like the millstones. Kant's troop crushing them head-on with large numbers.
Those half-devil knights were almost completely wiped out.
There was nothing they could do.
There were too many Sarrandian Horsemen surrounding this group of knights.
Mamlukes, Sarrandian Horsemen, and the desert bandits who rushed up from behind surrounded these knights. Even if they were risking their lives, the number of knights and knight attendants of these knights was greatly reduced.
Not to mention, there were also fanatic footmen who were being suppressed.
They did not have good defense to begin with.
Under that black robe, most of the defense was only leather armor. They did not even wear armor.
They were a group of fanatic believers gathered together. They held longsword and short-handled axe in their hands. Relying on the power given by the demons, they transformed into a terrifying half-demon status and fought with brute force and madness.
Under the frontal counterattack of the elite Rhodok Sergeants and Rhodok Veteran Spearmen, the fanatics suffered heavy casualties!
They were covered by a few rounds of rain of arrows.
They were also bombarded by two rounds of spells.
With the help of the defense and counterattack of the Rhodok soldiers, they were like porcupines.
The number of these fanatics decreased even faster, and the number of fanatics who died in battle also increased. In the end, they turned into corpses on the ground, and all of them died in the encirclement of layers upon layers.
These fanatics were not qualified army footmen, but they could be considered as excellent warriors.
All of them died in battle, but none of them fled.
They were extremely brave.
But Kant had a mocking smile on his face.
Of course, he understood that this was not true bravery, but an action that came from the madness and bloodlust in their hearts, they had completely lost their minds.
It was all because of that lonely figure who was still standing on the battlefield in the end.
Viscount Gibran.
It was all caused by him!
The blood mist was already extremely dense, because the ground outside Mountain of Death was already soaked in blood like a bottomless pit.
There were corpses everywhere, and the fresh blood that flowed out from the corpses was like a small river, like a small stream, like a puddle, like a swamp, and more like a hell that would sink forever!
The battle had temporarily ended with the Mountain of Death, where all the enemy troops had died.
Gibran was the only one left in the Crimson Sect.
He stood alone.
But no one dared to move forward because the thick blood mist seemed to be corporeal as it wrapped around his body. More and more of it piled up, as if it was a terrifying demon from hell.
Baheshtur retreated to Kant's side.
There were still more than a thousand desert bandits remained. They spread out and slowly swam around the battlefield.
Mamlukes and Sarrandian Horsemen, who had lost more than half of their men, also formed a charging formation. They aimed at Gibran from the side and waited for Kant's order to charge again.
This included the Rhodok people as well.
Broad shields and long spears formed a formation.
A low wall was formed.
Each of them was expressionless. They stepped on the corpses of their companions or fanatics under their feet and slowly moved toward Gibran. They formed a dense formation that they were most proud of.
Around them were the Rhodok Veteran Crossbowmen and the Ravenstern Rangers.
These crossbowmen spread out.
They formed a skirmish line tactics.
The heavy crossbows and battle bow in their hands were ready.
They could aim at Gibran, who was less than 300 meters away, at any time and cover him with rain of arrows.
If they wanted to, they could shoot directly now. After all, to these most elite crossbowmen, it was not a problem for them to shoot at a fixed target with a 300-meter distance away.
However, Kant did not give the order to attack.
He gripped the hilt of his sword tightly.
The Sword of King released a faint golden light.
A strong positive energy filled his heart and soul, and it faintly spread out to protect the surrounding troops, forming a seemingly solid force that seemed to want to crush Gibran.
However, a faint power from the underground made Gibran to preserve.
No.
To be more precise, it was a power that came from the towering and steep Mountain of Death behind him!
It was a power that came from the ground that had already turned into a muddy battlefield like a slaughterhouse. The countless corpses of the dead, the remaining resentful souls, the power that came from the media and was forced on Gibran!
Lord of Hell, Lord of sin, Master of Flames, Flensas!
Kant still remembered this title.
He would never forget it.
Because when Gibran mentioned this title, Kant understood that his real enemy was the demon lord of the Abyss who had been sealed underground in ancient times!
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, Whoosh…"
A gale blew.
It was a gale from Mountain of Death that appeared in the void.
However, this violent wind carried an extremely deep negative energy. It whistled towards the direction of Gibran, who was already entangled by the blood mist and was almost eight meters tall. Then, with a faintly discernible sinister smile, a figure appeared in the blood mist.
It was pitch-black in appearance, with a faint flame light and a ferocious goat horn.
"Abyssal demon." Kant spoke softly.
He was not unfamiliar with the figure that was rapidly taking shape in the blood mist.
Once in the ancient passage, he had led a still weak army to fight against the demon lord of the Abyss who had been sealed for ten thousand years and had just escaped not long ago. He had not received much replenishment.
And it was that battle that made Kant realize that this world was not that simple.
Now, he had encountered it again.
But it was not much different from before.
This demon might be powerful, but Kant's army was also much more powerful!
Fifty mages from the Enfath Empire.
Thirty Lion Knights from the Kingdom of Sarleon.
Twenty Royal Knights from the Kingdom of Swadia.
These top-tier extraordinary forces were the true elites who had completely exceeded the regular army. They were that Kant had brought over to
"Hahahaha –"
The terrifying figure broke free from the blood mist.
Or rather, the blood mist was evaporated. Waves of blazing blood-colored flames burned on the gigantic demon body. From the ferocious head of the goat horn to the thick legs, as well as the even longer tail that was still whipping the ground behind him.
And in his hand was holding a long whip that was formed from scarlet blood-colored flames.
The demon lord from Mountain of Death.
Flensas!
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Chapter 429: Flensas's Anger
"I've been imprisoned for more than 10,000 years…"
A deep and suppressed hoarse voice appeared in the blood-colored phantom.
As the blood mist dispersed, that sturdy body finally appeared in this world. Just looking at its ferocious appearance, one would feel the most primitive fear from their hearts. It was like facing the most ferocious terror, and that was indeed the truth.
The hell lord was a powerful race from the ancient times that could contend against the gods.
In fact, both sides had even fought to the point where both sides suffered heavy losses.
Hence, there was now a situation where many races were dominating this world.
It could be said that if it wasn't for the abyssal faction and the gods' factions, both sides would have fought to the very end and would have been at the end of their lives. They would no longer be as glorious and powerful as before. The many races that were enslaved would still do as they were supposed to do.
They would bow in the honor of the gods and offer their devout faith.
They would be filled with fear towards the shadow of the abyss and show their deepest respect.
There was no difference.
The gods needed the souls of living beings to become devout believers and build their divine kingdoms.
The demons needed the souls of living beings to turn into demonic worms to develop the abyss.
At that time, humans and other races were the subsidiary products of the gods and demons. They were not seen as living beings. They were a group of inferior servants and even food to those gods and demons.
This was also the reason why both sides were betrayed after their gruesome battle.
Humans were once the servants of the gods.
But after the betrayal, they became the dominant race in the world.
At least in this land, where the Resniston River flowed, the hegemony of humans was one of the strongest. Even the dwarf tribes in the distant south were afraid of the strength of the humans here.
There was not only the Dukedom of Leo here.
There were also kingdoms.
Silver Platter Kingdom, Iris Kingdom, River Bay Kingdom.
Each kingdom had several counties of land, hundreds of thousands of civilians and slaves.
As the pillar of the kingdom, there were the king's vassals, as well as the nobles under the vassals. They formed a powerful noble corps, including various knight corps and infantry corps formed by the nobles' vassals.
This was the military strength displayed by the human kingdom on the surface.
At the same time, it included hidden resources.
For example, the magic towers of various countries.
For example, the temple and the Holy Church.
For example, the academy of knowledge and the collection of books.
For example, the grand knight training center.
These were the true resources of the human kingdom. In fact, it was far better than the Dukedom of Leo, which had three counties. After all, it was the weakest force on the land that the Resniston River flowed through.
And now, it had fallen into a faint division, as well as years of internal strife and war!
Even without the invasion of the Silver Platter Kingdom, the Dukedom of Leo was plagued by internal and external problems.
Look at now.
At the foot of the most famous Mountain of Death in the East County.
A huge lord of hell, a legendary demon, had used Gibran's body to step onto the stage of history. He stood in front of the world and announced its existence!
However, no one in front of it was frightened, and no one even fled in fear.
There was still no expression on their faces.
They gripped their weapons tightly.
All of them calmly waited for the next order.
Because in everyone's hearts, the order from the Supreme Lord Kant could dispel the fear in their hearts. With a brazen and fearless heart, they would directly charge forward and fight against that eight-meter-tall giant creature!
Facing the so-called Lord of Hell or the abyssal demon, they had no emotions at all.
It was just a battle!
The people from the world of "Mount and Blade" had never been afraid of war.
Moreover, the mages from the Enfath Empire advanced forward.
The Royal Knights from the Kingdom of Swadia advanced forward.
The Lion Knights from the National Knight Corps from the Kingdom of Sarleon advanced forward.
Facing the so-called Lord of Hell, the Lord of Sin, Flame Master, Flensas, there was nothing to be afraid of. It was just a creature slightly stronger than them!
In the Pendor Continent, where the Kingdom of Sarleon was located.
In the world of "Wind of War", where the Enfath Empire was located.
There were creatures that even more terrifying than this lord of hell existed!
They had never been afraid of anything. Instead, they relied on the tenacity of the humans and forcefully fought their way out of the world that was surrounded by many powerful enemies. They were even the overlords of that world!
Now, it was just merely an abyssal demon, the Lord of Hell.
Why were they afraid of it?
Kant's lips curled into a smile. He could feel the monstrous aura of his troops surging.
It was like a huge wave, appearing in his troops and forming an aura. It whistled towards the hell lord, who was still grinning ferociously and waiting on the spot, as if he wanted to completely absorb the blood-colored mist.
This was the aura formed by combining the extraordinary power!
"Hu Hu hu –"
A gale swept over.
The blood-colored mist around the hell lord instantly dissipated.
It seemed to have finally noticed the human troops that were slowly approaching in formation. The red light in its eyes appeared to be blood-red. It shook the ten-meter-long flaming whip in its hand, and sparks crackled everywhere.
As the Lord of Hell Demons, the Lord of Sin, and the Master of Flame, Flensas was the supreme existence that controlled the flames of hell!
In the ancient times, when its combat power was at its peak, even the most powerful gods had to hide under its whip of flames, and the troops formed by groups of god's descendants was destroyed by it.
And now, the lowly humans also had the idea of daring to resist it.
This made Flensas snigger. "Interesting!"
"Indeed interesting." Kant nodded.
Those were the stories that originated from ancient times, and they were still passed down to the present day. The culture of this world had not been broken down.
Humans themselves were a civilization that had been passed down from the gods or the abyss. In other words, the gods or the abyss had been passed down to their descendants, and then passed down to the so-called spawns of humans. It was a civilization and culture that had been passed down from generation to generation.
After mixing with each other for ten thousand years, although the original stories had been lost and changed a lot, it could be still understood.
Kant was, after all, a scholar.
However, there was a smile at the corner of his mouth.
This interesting battle was definitely not a place for this hell demon to play around.
The gaze in his eyes gradually turned cold. He slowly pulled out the Sword of King and slowly pointed it forward. In a deep voice, he said, "All troops, attack!"
"Kill!" An orderly response appeared.
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Chapter 430: The Gruesome Battle with the Demon
However, no one moved without permission.
Instead, they began to move according to the most common formation.
They were the most elite troops. After the bitter and frenzied battle with the fanatics just now, although many of the surviving soldiers were injured, they had also aroused the fierce killing intent in their hearts.
However, they all understood that rushing forward rashly would only be throwing away their lives and heads!
The first to attack were the archers, Rhodok Veteran Crossbowmen and the Ravenstern Rangers!
Five hundred soldiers quickly moved forward. They had poured arrows in the battle just now and did not engage in close combat, so there were no casualties. They could still shoot out the deadliest arrows in their hands.
As long as they were the long-ranged soldiers, they would have the advantage in the first-hand battle.
Moreover, they were also probing!
The heavy crossbows were drawn, and the battle bows were also drawn into a full moon.
Following the shouts of their respective captain, they pulled triggers and loosened fingers instantly shot out the steel crossbows and awl arrows that were ready like a storm. From a distance of more than 150 meters, they shot straight towards the Lord of Hell, the so-called flame whip, Flensas's head!
Looking at that huge body, the so-called chest and other vital parts were definitely not as lethal as the head. Eyes, ears, and throat were all the vital parts on the head!
The rain of arrows whistled past.
The air was filled with the sound of "whoosh" at extreme speed.
However, Flensas grinned hideously as it raised its flame whip and threw it forward with all its strength. As a red wall of flames instantly dispersed, the rain of arrows actually fell into pieces!
The tail of the awl arrow and the tail made of feathers were directly burnt to ashes.
The arrow had lost its tail feathers.
It was the same as losing the ability to control the direction.
All of the arrows scattered in all directions. These arrows did not fly in the straight line with beautiful arc. The rain of arrows had lost its effectiveness!
"Ridiculous."
Flensas grinned hideously as it moved forward.
To him, this was like hitting a bug.
However, before it could continue speaking, a series of black shadows with a red glow appeared in the curtain of fire at an extremely fast speed. In an instant, it was nailed to its face. A piercing pain caused the gigantic lord of hell to let out an angry howl.
"Roar –"
It felt pain!
It was a steel crossbow.
The arrowhead of the steel crossbow was naturally a steel armor-piercing arrowhead. The arrow shaft at the back was also made from excellent wood that had been meticulously carbonized.
The body of the crossbow was relatively short.
Hence, even though it had lost its tail feathers, it was still able to shoot straight forward.
This caused an effective damage.
However, the effect wasn't great.
A 30 cm long steel crossbow bolt was like a needle to this hell lord
Humans would not die even if they stuck a needle in it, let alone this hell lord whose vitality was even more tenacious. Instead, it charged forward in anger, swinging the whip of fire in its hand and running forward in anger.
It had already broken free from the seal for more than ten years, and it had already recovered part of its former strength!
A mere human army.
They were just courting death!
But even though it was approaching with quick steps, Kant's troop still did not retreat.
Instead, they stood firmly on the spot, looking at the huge figure and the tremors that appeared on the ground. It was like an earthquake, more like the tremors caused by the galloping of tens of thousands of cavalries!
Just the might of a single superior demon was already so terrifying.
If there were more than ten of them, or even dozens, hundreds, or even thousands of them! That was even more terrifying. They were the terrifying creatures that could go against the gods in the ancient time!
Even if the gods possessed powerful strength, they actually didn't have much of a chance of winning against this group of terrifying creatures. After all, after becoming gods, they were actually another kind of creature.
A powerful creature that had transcended the mortal world and focused on energy!
This was the rule of this world.
"Fire!" Kant's voice appeared.
He didn't let this terrifying hell demon continue to run forward.
With his order, rain of arrows, energy balls the size of coconuts appeared. They whizzed past and directly smashed towards the demon's body.
It was the magic balls spell cast by the mages of the Enfath Empire!
"Inferior toy!"
However, Flensas had no intention of dodging.
Instead, it crashed heavily into the energy balls. With the sound of explosions, the energy balls formed by the magic ball spell did not cause any damage at all.
"Magic immunity." the mages had solemn expressions. Of course, they understood the reason.
"That's right." Kant nodded.
The demon he had met in the ancient passage had the same talent.
The skin of a demon was immune to magic. Ordinary low-level spells, such as magic ball or even fireball, were no harm to these demon lord. They were just like the paper balls and paper pieces that were blown by a breeze!
However, the mages of Kant did not only know low-level spells.
The war mages who came out of the world of "Wind of War".
They were all powerful!
Undoubtedly, they were the butchers on the battlefield!
When facing the low-level troops, they naturally had low-level spells and group spells to deal with them.
As for high-level creatures, such as dragons, tree spirits, and even angels and demons, they naturally had their own ideas. For example, the highest-level single-target damage spell that the mages had mastered, Summoning Lightning!
"Group Acceleration!"
But the mages cast a new spell.
As a strong gust of wind surged, the surrounding soldiers, including themselves, felt as if their bodies were light. As long as they ran, their speed could be increased by nearly 100% or even higher!
Especially the archers, they were like light cavalry, shooting as they ran.
But the troops scattered.
They just happened to dodge the Flensas's charge.
A regular troop class could only use their lives to deal with such high-level creature, and this did not mean that they were brainless in exchange for their lives. Certain tactics could also ensure that the casualties of these troop classes would be reduced, and the effect would be better.
Just like now, groups of Rhodok soldiers just happened to surround this demon.
Then, they launched their charge!
They wore heavy armor.
They held broad shields and long spears.
They ran forward step by step, fixing the hell demon in place at an extremely fast speed.
Of course, these Rhodok soldiers were also sent flying by the whips of fire. Even if they wore heavy armor, against the whip that was half a meter thick and blazing with flames, they didn't have much ability to resist.
Their wide shields were shattered, and even their armor was shattered.
As for their bodies, they were sunken.
They spat out large mouthfuls of blood as they convulsed and died.
However, the Rhodok soldiers did not care and continued to charge forward. Facing the huge foot that was lifted up and stepped on, they did not hesitate to stab with their spears and slash with their battle blades. Even if they had to die, they had to delay and let this devil of hell stayed on the spot for a few seconds.
Because right behind them, in front of the magic staff, 50 bolts of terrifying lightning had already appeared!
"Summon Lightning!"
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Chapter 431: The Body of a Demon that Exploded
A high-end single-target spell from the Enfath Empire.
As the gem on the staff shone, lightning elements began to condense in the sky. It was a spell that was specially developed for high-level creatures. It was extremely destructive and could summon lightning!
Not to mention ordinary magic immunity, these lightnings could even break through the magic immunity skin of high-level creatures and cause a certain amount of damage!
The lightning element was the most destructive element to begin with. In addition, it was incomparably fast and fierce. When the lightning struck down, the terrifying power exploded at a single point in an instant. The power produced could no longer be measured by the cold weapons.
Perhaps the point where the lightning exploded could be compared to the explosion of an atomic bomb.
Such a metaphor was obviously ridiculous.
But it was very realistic!
And now, there were a total of 50 bolts of lightning rapidly forming in the void. In the end, they struck towards the Lord of Hell, who was entangled by many Rhodok Footmen and Sarrandian Horsemen. The flashing lightning seemed to have blocked out the other lights!
In an extremely short instant, there was no other light in the eye sockets other than the dazzling white light.
And that terrifying destructive power was spreading.
What was left behind was nothing but a huge body that was covered in scars and black smoke, swaying on the verge of collapse.
The demonic body condensed from the blood mist was not Florence's actual body, but more similar to an elemental body. But because of this, the magic immunity of an elemental body could not be compared to the actual body at all.
One had to know that the abyssal demon, Aamon Qieke that they had once met in the ancient passage.
That demon had the actual body, the lightning was almost unable to split open its skin directly.
Although Aamon Qieke had just broken out of the seal and appeared extremely weak, Kant's troop with a few of mages had still used a lot of strength to finally defeat it.
And now, this Lord of Hell, Flensas, who was holding the whip of fire, had its chest split open!
It lowered its head in disbelief.
There was a big hole in its chest.
Bright red blood flowed directly down, bringing with it traces of black mist. It dyed the entire body of Rhodok Footmen red. Immediately, raging flames and decaying energy appeared, causing the Rhodok soldiers to continuously decay.
They were decaying, or in other words, when they encountered strong sulfuric acid, black smoke emitted from their bodies, and they howled miserably as they melted!
These seemingly bright red blood contained a terrifying power that could destroy objects!
Demon's blood!
Kant was no stranger to this.
He turned his head and gave a few orders in a low voice. Following the shout of the messenger, the Rhodok footmen retreated one after another, leaving the Lord of Hell alone.
It could be seen with the naked eye that the body of the Lord of Hell, Flensas, was on the verge of collapse.
"No… why…"
Flensas cried out in grief.
Its huge eyes were filled with confusion, anger, and absolute madness. "How can there still be such powerful magic power left? Shouldn't… shouldn't it disappear with the end of the ancient era…"
However, its question could not be answered.
Because it was right in front, 30 Royal Knights and 20 Lion Knights had already spurred their horses out, raising their lances and longsword together. Then, they slowly maneuvered their warhorses, exploding their charging speed to the maximum in the shortest amount of time!
It was an incomparable charging strength, with golden and red flames erupting all over their bodies.
It charged towards the still swaying Flensas.
In the sky.
Lightning continued to gather.
The mages of the Enfath Empire could summon lightning five times a day!
This was the limit of spell slots, but at the same time, it was also the advantage of spell slots. Because of the limited number, the mages could cast the spell with full power every time!
Without the so-called restriction of magic value, these thunderbolts were the most terrifying existences with the most destructive power!
"Boom Boom Boom Boom –"
The thunderbolts struck down fiercely from above.
The terrifying thunderbolts spread.
It was like countless thunderbolts were tearing apart anything that could be torn apart, including the physical body, other elements, and even matter and space. They were completely torn apart by the dazzling white thunderbolts.
"Roar –"
Flensas let out a mournful howl.
Once again, the lightning formed a group and struck down. The terrifying power had already completely penetrated its body.
The whip of fire in its hand could no longer be held tightly. It slowly fell to the ground and turned into flames that burned fiercely. Soon after, it turned into a pool of useless blood that sizzled and corroded the earth, disappearing without a trace.
This feeling was extremely uncomfortable. It was as if it had once again experienced the tragic battles of the ancient times.
But at that time, its opponent was the once high and mighty gods.
And now, its opponent was the once lowly servants of the gods.
They were not even its race. They were just a group of lowly slaves that formed an army!
What was even more laughable was that there were even more ordinary people among them. They were just slightly stronger. One had to know that in the past, even if it was a random demonic side troop from the abyss, they would be able to directly annihilate this army.
But now, it had to endure the humiliation of this army!
Yes, it was an embarrassment.
The once Supreme Lord of Hell was being beaten until its incarnation was on the verge of collapse, and even its main body was in danger.
It was the threat of death caused by the humans that it had once looked down on. This made Flensas, this crazy Lord of Hell, even angrier. Its mind had been completely blinded by anger.
Most importantly, this incarnation was merely the condensation of elemental power, not its true form.
That was why it dared to do something crazy.
"Explode!"
Madness appeared in its eyes.
As a wave of power spread out from its body that had already been split into pieces, the terrifying elemental power rapidly exploded. Its entire body was like the biggest bomb, suddenly transforming into countless blood-colored torrential rain that rushed out in all directions!
That was the terrifying demonic blood that had an intense corrosive nature and could even corrode the earth!
"Whoosh –"
But the sound of sword drawing appeared.
In mid-air, numerous figures riding warhorses instantly rushed up.
As if they had stopped in mid-air, golden and blood-colored aura flames erupted from their bodies, filling the space with a powerful destructive power. They blocked the large spray of exploding demonic blood.
Behind them were Kant and his troops. The figures that cleaved apart the torrential rain of demon blood by were the Swadian Royal Knights and the Sarleon Lion Knights!
"Summon of Nature!"
The mages of the Enfath Empire raised their staffs.
One golem after another suddenly appeared in mid-air, forming a wall. They took advantage of the time difference when they fell to completely block off part of the demon blood rain that the Royal Knights and the Lion Knights were not able to completely block.
As the golems' bodies emitted a white mist, their entire bodies were corroded and collapsed.
Kant and his troops at the rear were unharmed.
Except for a few unlucky ones.
Most of them were not harmed by the sudden explosion just now!
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Chapter 432: The Battle Was About to End
The aftertaste of the explosion quickly dissipated.
Kant was still sitting on the saddle of his warhorse with his head held high, holding the Sword of King in his hand as he calmly looked ahead.
Right ahead, piles of golems were emitting black smoke with sizzling sounds. Most of their bodies were covered by the blood of demons that had a strong corrosive effect. Even mechanical creatures that were constructed with magic energy would be destroyed by the strong corrosion.
The specific composition of the golems was a mysterious mystery, but it did not affect the fact that such objects were half living organisms.
They were very similar to elemental creatures.
But they still considered as artificial intelligence.
Because the golems were constructed creatures that were controlled by mages, they did not have complete intelligence of their own. Most of them were pre-programmed to respond to tactical commands such as attack, defense, and retreat.
Of course, they did not hesitate to complete the movement command that was clearly suicidal.
They used their own bodies to block the explosion of the demon's body.
They were strongly corroded.
Finally, they shattered.
They turned into a pile of useless stones on the ground.
Golems were naturally made of stone. Although there were various magic constructs in them and they were the fine product of the magic intelligence of the Enfath Empire, they were still not invincible.
Perhaps if the angels, dragons, titans and other creatures were here, they would be able to ignore the self-destruction of the demonic bodies.
But that was just a thought.
If Kant really had these troops, he did not need to be recruit the regular troop anymore. Sending out a dragon that could breathe fire and fly, had a huge body, was extremely strong in close combat, and also knew magic, it would probably be able to directly conquer a city or castle.
At the very least, Kant did not think that the current Dukedom of Leo was qualified to fight against such a terrifying existence!
Even if one were to think optimistically, even the demons would have to retreat in dejection under the invasion of the terrifying creatures from the world "Wind of War".
After all, Kant had already sensed that this world had fallen into the end of magic era. It could be said that the abyssal demons, who had once fought with the ancient gods until both sides were destroyed, had been weaken by several levels.
The terrifying creatures who had once occupied the abyss and hell had completely lost their former might.
This conclusion could also be used to describe the gods.
One had to know.
The demons still showed themselves from time to time.
As for the ancient gods, they were still hiding somewhere.
Even in the depths of the Nahrin Desert, where the Holy City of Gold was located, those who occupied the place were actually the descendants of the ancient gods who had already become undead. Giving up the glory of the gods was equivalent to changing their identities.
Most importantly, the undead were also existences that gathered negative energy. They were almost the same as demons.
They were born to be the opposite of the glory of the gods!
"They are all enemies." Kant spoke.
His two legs lightly knocked against the horse's abdomen. The warhorse under him immediately stepped forward and came to the front of the figure that had already exploded. There was still half of his body left. He calmly held the reins.
The corners of his mouth curled up into a slight smile. "We meet again, Viscount Gibran."
"Mm."
That half of his body was Viscount Gibran.
He responded but did not breathe.
However, it could still be seen that his bloody chest was still rising and falling slightly, and red gas appeared in his nostrils. However, the fluctuations of his soul were already very weak. It could be said that he was like a dying old man.
He looked so miserable that people couldn't bear to look at him directly.
However, Kant didn't.
He didn't look away.
Instead, he looked at Gibran who had his eyes closed and didn't speak. He smiled and said, "Then, Viscount Gibran, can I go to Mountain of Death to visit the scenery there?"
"As you wish," Viscount Gibran said straightforwardly.
He could not say much.
Because with this word, large mouthfuls of blood were gushing out of his mouth.
Kant lowered his head and the warhorse moved forward. The horse's hooves brushed past Gibran's head and stepped on him. The entire belly of the horse brushed past his body. This was an action that was close to humiliation, because only the defeated would pass under the belly of the horse.
Just like the humiliation of the crotch, to a noble, this was an incomparable insult.
If they could not take revenge, they could only redeem their already tarnished honor by committing suicide.
However, Viscount Gibran did not react. He just lay on the ground, covered in blood. The fluctuations of his soul became slower and slower. Finally, he turned his head to the side and completely lost his life force.
The Lion Knights and the Royal Knights came over and coldly observed the dead body that had completely lost its life force.
The mages nodded to each other.
Their senses were extremely strong.
Thus, they could confirm that Gibran, who was once their main enemy, was indeed dead.
Kant calmly nodded. He had already thought of this situation. He did not even care about the humiliation he had given him. Other than the completely dead body, only an extremely patient and ambitious person could do it.
Unfortunately, Gibran could be considered a crazy and famous general.
He could not be considered an ambitious person.
If that was really the case, then there would have been no need for Kant to continue his frenzied attack after finding out that it was him back in Avilis Castle.
Instead, he would directly mediate with Kant in Nali Village and explain the misunderstanding. He would not transform into his demon form and attack Kant. After his left arm was cut off, he still said such vicious words and expose the Mountain of Death's headquarters.
Then, the headquarters of Mountain of Death would be destroyed, because the main force had been completely destroyed.
The steep mountain in front of them was wide open to Kant's troops to advance.
He looked up.
He could still see many panicked fanatics running around on Mountain of Death.
Some fanatics did not participate in the previous battle, but when they saw that their side was defeated, those fanatics panicked and tried to escape. After all, there were not that many fanatics, and there were also many shallow believers.
However, Kant did not intend to give them a chance to escape.
He waved his hand forward.
Kant ordered, "Kill them all."
"Yes!"
Baheshtur nodded and led the light cavalry to charge forward.
Furthermore, the Rhodok Footmen and the Ravenstern Rangers also followed behind. They stepped on the well-built mountain road and rushed towards the steep mountain peak of Mountain of Death.
At the top, there were still many buildings, similar to temples.
It was the Demon Worship Cult's temple.
Everyone was expressionless.
They gripped their weapons tightly.
Because Kant's order was very clear. He meant to kill without mercy, which meant to kill everyone!
For this evil Crimson Sect, in order to prevent it from bringing trouble to himself behind his back, Kant meant to kill everyone and directly destroy the sect physically.
Perhaps the spiritual inheritance could not be cut off as long as there was a devil.
However, by destroying the believers from the physical level, it could also cause these evil inheritances to suffer irreparable damage!
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Chapter 433: The Shivering East County
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Kill without mercy, meaning that if there were any arrests, they could be killed on the spot.
This was an extensive and profound ancient saying, even if it was in the language of this world, could also clearly and succinctly explain Kant's true thoughts. Especially his current intention of the remaining Crimson Sect on Mountain of Death!
For those soldiers who had already understood Kant's meaning, the following battle was very simple.
It was just a massacre!
A massacre of a city!
No one expressed any objection to this.
Because, they had experienced even more ruthless situations in the past.
Even the Continent of Caradia, which was slightly less intense than other worlds, would wipe out villages and towns, destroy castles and military fortresses when fighting between countries. It was simply a common occurrence.
War was cruel to begin with. It was a hell for the weak, a heaven for the strong, and the bloodiest law of the forest!
Just like now.
The strong were Kant and his troops.
Then, the Crimson Sect, which was the weak, could only bear the consequences of defeat.
And the consequence of this was a bloody massacre. Kant's troops slaughtered all the members of the Crimson Sect, leaving no survivors!
The followers of the Crimson Sect wanted to surrender and beg for mercy.
But what awaited them was not forgiveness, it was a sharp saber or longsword!
The desert bandits who were the first to rush up had already jumped off their warhorse and rushed up the stairs with scimitars in their hands. Using their bandit instincts, they began to search the locations of various buildings.
A large number of precious utensils were put into sacks. Whether they were silver or gold, they were all their spoils of war.
No one dared to truly obstruct them.
Because the believers who dared to obstruct them had all been chopped to death.
Gibran had gathered all the fanatics who could go down the mountain. They were all armed and fought with Kant's troops.
The ones left behind were all shallow believers. They were simply asked to stay behind to guard their homes or to witness the might of a supreme existence. They were truly transformed into fanatics who could be used in the future.
But no one expected that Gibran's plan to fail. He never thought that Kant's strength was so powerful.
It wasn't just the half-demon army that all died, even the incarnation of the demon lord had lost.
The invincible incarnation that he personally formed was easily defeated by Kant and his army.
What was even more unexpected was that the demon lord chose to self-destruct without hesitation. It didn't even care about the safety of the most devout believer. It even self-exploded to defeat Kant.
However, he still miscalculated and failed. Kant did not suffer a great loss from its self-destruction.
Or rather, there were not many casualties at all.
What was left behind was those soldiers who were arrogant with anger and victory.
They charged up Mountain of Death and began their cruel plunder and slaughter. In the shortest amount of time, these believers of the Crimson Sect experienced what real hell was!
The massacre was ongoing. The believers cried and fled, but they couldn't get far because Kant's troops were everywhere.
The desert bandits were only the first to come up.
Behind them, the Rhodok Footmen came up. They searched the rooms one by one meticulously. They didn't care about the treasures at all. Instead, they resolutely carried out Kant's will and killed the believers, leaving no survivors!
The mountain of death penalty was famous for hanging dozens of noble families on the peak of the mountain.
Now, Kant's Massacre had made this mountain even more famous.
The cruel massacre had never appeared in the Dukedom of Leo. Now, Kant had spread throughout the entire mountain with the threat of death. He had cut the throats of any believers who appeared in front of him and were captured.
The mountain of death penalty deserved its name. Many people were slaughtered on this mountain!
The massacre continued for nearly half a day.
Kant did not go up the mountain.
Instead, he set up a temporary tent at the foot of the mountain.
The various exquisite crafts and silver coins found in the temple of the Crimson Sect on the mountain of death penalty had been transported here, guarded by the 300 Rhodok Sergeants.
Of course, there were also all kinds of delicious ingredients, spices, and salt.
It could be seen how extravagant the higher-ups of the Crimson Sect were.
There was nothing they could do.
The Crimson Sect had already infiltrated the East County.
The Mountain of Death here was just the headquarters. In fact, although the nobles in the East County were not believers of Crimson Sect, they had more or less become the partners of the Crimson Sect.
The Crimson Sect had also plundered a large amount of wealth due to their interests.
For example, the spices and table salt here were proof of this.
The spices came from the merchants of the Resniston River, while the table salt came from the Nahrin Desert of Kant.
Without their own trade caravan and the support of the nobles, perhaps the Crimson Sect would not have been able to develop to its current stage. After all, Kant knew very well that although the newly revived Hell Lord was powerful, it was not invincible in terms of manpower. In fact, an elite army could easily wipe it out.
This was not a difficult matter for the East County. However, the reason why the Crimson Sect and the demon were able to develop to such a powerful state could not be separated from the wrangling of the noble families and their greed for benefits.
They could not shake off the tail. In the end, the Crimson Sect grew to become the third largest force in the East County.
They were independent of the noble and lord.
In fact, they had even infiltrated the noble system.
They had made the lords lose their power and combined with the large number of noble families, they controlled most of the power in the East County
Looking at the port of the East County, even the city guards had believers of the Crimson Sect. If the Crimson Sect really wanted to do something, the entire East County would be in chaos.
The nobles and lords had actually lost their ability to control everything.
However, it was not certain now.
The Crimson Sect had been easily annihilated by Kant's troops on Mountain of Death.
This meant that Kant had already obtained his own place in the East County. Even in the North County, he could be said to have control over the entire plain from the Stone Pass to Mountain of Death.
If he were to take over the original land of Viscount Gibran, Avilis Castle, it became three locations which formed a triangle on map.
All the land in this triangle would be under Kant's control!
Even if the noble families and Countess Agatha of the Eastern County had complaints in their hearts, they would not be able to say anything. After all, strength was the true reliance. Without their strength, they would not be able to contend against Kant!
Especially now, with Kant's might of exterminating Mountain of Death, the East County could only tremble!
After all, it was here.
Kant was invincible!
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Chapter 434: The Revelry of the Noble System
Just as Kant's troops were killing the members of Crimson Sect, the news of victory quickly spread throughout the entire East County along with many spies who were secretly observing from afar.
After all, this battle was the largest scale battle since the last invasion of the Silver Platter Kingdom.
The result that everyone had expected didn't appear.
It was very unexpected.
Because in this battle, even if the Crimson Sect had displayed absolute strength, a force that could instantly defeat regular troops, they were still defeated by Baron Kant's troops.
Even the legendary creature couldn't turn back the tide.
In the end, they were defeated.
And now, even the headquarters of the Crimson Sect on Mountain of Death had been captured.
A large amount of black smoke appeared on the summit of Mountain of Death. It was a building built by the Crimson Sect. After it was on fire, the thick black smoke was like columns of black smoke, rising straight into the sky in this windless weather.
Even from a few kilometers away, one could clearly see the smoke.
This was also proof.
The Crimson Sect had already been declared destroyed.
Some of the noble forces that had been secretly controlled or cooperated with this sect had already understood that Crimson Sect was once comparable to the lord and noble could now be swept into the dust.
Although they were fearful of Kant, they were more restless.
The Crimson Sect was destroyed.
However, the legacy left behind by the sect was enough to fill everyone's stomachs.
For example, the trade caravan controlled by the Crimson Sect, the warehouses in the city, the piles of goods, and the large amounts of silver coins stored in certain places would become the fat that the noble could wantonly plunder.
Even if there were still a small number of Crimson Sect's believers or fanatics.
So what?
This force had already been destroyed.
Even the terrifying, legendary and mythical demon had been defeated.
Ordinary people like them who could easily kill their believers with a longsword. The believers and fanatics of the sect would definitely not end up well. Without Kant's notice, these nobles would personally take action in order to cover up some shenanigans.
Sometimes, when a certain force was defeated, the first one to be pressured might not be the enemy force but the original partners!
Especially the so-called partners who worked together purely because of benefits!
These greedy noble families were originally secretly dissatisfied with the Crimson Sect's hand reaching into the noble system. It was only because of the Crimson Sect's strength and those crazy believers that they reluctantly tolerated it.
It was the same as pinching their noses and enduring it.
It was different now.
Since the Crimson Sect had been destroyed, no one needed to continue tolerating it.
They took back what originally belonged to them and snatched what originally did not belong to them.
By taking advantage of a huge corpse falling down, they would wantonly plunder the oil and water on this corpse to satisfy themselves and leave enough oil and water for a lifetime. That would be the greatest benefit!
As for Baron Kant, he was a newly emerging powerful noble in the East County.
It didn't matter!
He was the second son of the Grand Duke of Leo, Cameron.
He was also the nephew of the Countess of the East County, Agatha.
He was a member of the royal family.
He was also a member of the noble system!
Compared to the Crimson Sect, which was independent of the noble system, Baron Kant, who seemed to be extremely powerful and sharp, was very easy to accept.
After all, he was one of them!
Even if something unexpected happened, the conflict would be within the Dukedom of Leo.
The conflict between the royal families for the sake of the heir had nothing to do with nobles like them.
Standing on the right side could make the family more prosperous. But even if they stood on the wrong side, at some critical moments, it did not matter if they stood on the wrong side again. Even if they always stood on the wrong side, it was fine if they admitted their mistakes.
Noble families were all related to each other. It was a close connection brought about by marriage.
Looked back at the family tree, they could all related in some way.
Therefore, the nature of the massacre of the family could not happen in the Dukedom of Leo.
Therefore, they were calm. No matter who inherited the title of the Grand Duke of Leo, it was not too different from usual for the noble families.
The Dukedom of Leo still needed the help of the nobles to manage it. This was the noble system!
A bloody massacre began on Mountain of Death.
And then, in just three to five days, another purge that seemed to engulf all the noble families also began in the East County.
Groups of soldiers rushed into the originally hidden and brilliant buildings and burned all the oddly shaped statues. Even those who wore black robes and seemed to be clergy were thrown into the fire and burned to death.
Some of the believers seemed to be resisting, and more of them were fleeing.
But there was no way for them to escape.
It was like catching a turtle in a jar.
The soldiers in fine armor were like hunting dogs that could smell the scent.
They searched the area one by one. Any believers who dared to stop them were mercilessly stabbed to death. Even if there were some who were also soldiers resisting, the final result was that they were trapped and died in some places.
The entire East County was in chaos. Even the merchants from the Resniston River noticed it.
This was the chaos brought by the war!
Indeed, this could be called a war.
It was the war between all the noble families of the East County and the remaining believers of Crimson Sect!
The bloody massacre continued until the end of the month. Almost thousands of people had been executed in the entire East County. Just in the East County City alone, thousands of corpses had been dragged out. They were all respectable people who had once been influential.
The only port in the East County City that had not been affected had many corpses found in the river.
But at the same time.
The noble families had obtained a large amount of wealth.
Piles of silver coins and golden eagles appeared in the noble families' official residences.
Even some speculators had been richly rewarded. In this war, they had gotten what they wanted, and they had also gotten the vacant positions.
The impact of this storm had been washed clean from top to bottom.
The noble families didn't care too much.
It had even evolved into the final purge of the enemy.
Of course, in the eyes of the noble families, this was the madness before the real chaos. Thus, under the orders of a few top noble families, as well as the leader of the East County, Countess Agatha, it gradually calmed down.
The East County City was faintly independent of the Dukedom of Leo, but it was definitely not a chaotic, lawless world.
The noble represented the law.
They also did not want to see the chaos happen.
Now that they had eaten their fill, they did not want anyone to dare to cause trouble and put them in a difficult situation during the digestion process. This was absolutely not allowed!
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Chapter 435: After the War
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The chaos that affected the entire East County did not last long.
In fact, Kant also did not notice the so-called chaos. This was probably because the noble families were still afraid of him and did not dare to come and create trouble for him. They did not even have the intention to communicate with him.
Kant was still stationed at Mountain of Death, including the elite troops that had just won the battle a few days ago.
After a simple rest, he had recovered his fighting strength.
Not to mention the few noble families in the East County, even if the entire East County was united, they probably wouldn't be able to do anything to Kant. Especially after knowing that the Crimson Sect had been massacred so miserably, no one dared to rashly provoke Kant.
Everyone was afraid of death, but to seek death for no reason was a foolish act. No one was a fool.
At the Mountain of Death.
Kant was still stationed at the foot of the mountain.
Tents of all sizes had been set up, and desert bandits were scattered everywhere. They fiercely swept across the surrounding plains, and any trade caravan or pedestrian who tried to pass by would be expelled.
If it was those who wanted to use their identity to force their way in, a round of pilums would be thrown to warn them.
If they still didn't listen, Sarrandian Horseman who charged on horseback would teach them a lesson.
However, no one dared to come to Mountain of Death so easily, especially after the news of the massacre here spread throughout the East County and indirectly spread to the surrounding counties. For those who were well-informed, they were not dared to continue coming.
Although no one knew about the Crimson Sect, everyone knew about Gibran, the famous general of the East County.
Even the Viscount Gibran was defeated tragically, the others were definitely terrified by Kant!
Although Gibran was known as the famous general of the East County, his prestige in the Dukedom of Leo was also very high.
He was once the reputation of protecting the East County, but now he had become Kant's steppingstone. From the high and mighty Viscount of the famous general, he had become an evil cult member who had died tragically after being defeated.
Even Avilis Castle had become a chaotic place. It was no longer peaceful and stable.
The knights swept up all the treasures in the castle and fled.
They went to seek refuge with other noble families.
Some of the knight attendants followed them, some went to find their own families, and some became mercenaries.
Even the infantrymen picked up the things that the knights disdained, wrapped them up, and left in groups of three or five. If there were any who stayed, they went to seek refuge. If not, they either became mercenaries or bandits.
The villages near Avilis Castle were all looted, and they were all committed by people they knew.
This led to the villagers fleeing.
The entire area became desolate.
No one dared to continue living there, especially when someone said that Kant's troops would continue to slaughter them. As long as they had two legs and did not want to die, they began to flee towards the North County or South County.
As for the other places in the East County, apart from those who had backing, no one dared to continue to seek refuge.
This was a matter of life and death.
They were all smart people.
They knew that the lord of Avilis Castle, Gibran, had offended Kant.
If this baron really wanted to investigate to the end, those nobles who had started to protect themselves but did not dare to oppose Kant would eventually make peace with Kant as a symbol of friendship.
As long as it was for benefits, or a so-called line of profit, the greedy noble would not care about the lives of others.
But they were obviously thinking too much.
Kant did not send troops to massacre the vicinity of Avilis Castle.
He was still stationed at Mountain of Death. The most important reason was that the treasures looted from the temple could not be transported back in a short period of time. After all, they were troops, not transport squads.
The messengers formed by the desert bandits had already sped toward the Nordic village at the mouth of the river.
The order was to organize a group of carriages to transport the goods.
Counting the time, it was about time to return.
The Nordic village that Kant had named [ Wercheg ] had already been built.
From the "Aaron" City, the Rhodok people were constantly transporting all kinds of goods through the ancient passage. With the help of the water bandits, they had taken over the river mouth of Resniston River in the shortest amount of time.
After repelling the water bandits of the Resniston River a few times, this place was basically safe.
It became a new outpost base.
At the same time, under Rolf's supervision, it was still being built quickly.
From the village to the military-type fortress, it probably wouldn't take too long.
If it was as expected, when Kant led his troops back, the Nordic fortress would appear in front of them, and the Nord warriors could also be quickly formed through recruitment and training.
Including the water bandits and the corresponding paddle boats, the Nords could attack all parts of the river!
With the control over the river and the Nords, it was equal to an unlimited chance of attack!
The Nords liked to do business and liked to fight, especially plundering in the enemy's camp. This was their hobby, which was why outsiders called the Nords brutal.
They had brains, but sometimes, they preferred to use the battle axe in their hands!
They had confirmed the location of outpost in the East County.
They had also infiltrated the North County.
Next, it would be the South County by the Resniston River, the estate directly under the royal family.
It was also the most elite place in the Dukedom of Leo. Not only the royal family, but the big noble families also had a lot of resources. Just looked at the bloody battle with the Silver Platter Kingdom ten years ago. The South County of Leo had fallen into a disadvantage.
Although the battle was disadvantageous, in fact, the Dukedom of Leo was still tried to fight the enemies at the country's gate.
The battlefield was located on the south bank of the Resniston River.
There were two castles in the South County. After being taken down one after another, the troops of the South County directly defeated the main force of the Silver Platter Kingdom on the south bank of the Resniston River. They obtained the final victory, causing the other battlefields to turn defeat into victory.
The victory of the East County had also come one after another.
In fact, even the title of Baron Dylan was obtained through bloody battles during this war.
The Dukedom of Leo, which had obtained the final victory, had not lost the two castles of the South County on the south bank of the Resniston River. Instead, they were still in their own hands. In the past ten years, they had built them even taller and sturdier.
Unfortunately, one of the castles on the south bank of the river was ceded.
It was used as compensation for the battle.
This was the direct source of the conflict between the Dukedom of Leo and the East County.
However, it did not matter to Kant. His power had already extended here. It did not mean that the Dukedom of Leo had lost more, but Kant, the second-in-line heir of the Dukedom of Leo, could bring more to the Dukedom of Leo!
As long as he could obtain the title of Grand Duke and gain the support and recognition of the human countries.
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Chapter 436: Noble's Thoughts
While they were waiting, 50 carriages arrived under the escort of 300 desert bandits.
They didn't encounter any obstacles along the way. Even when they wanted to replenish their food and water, the farms and villages along the way did their best to help. They even talked about the noble they served to, whether intentionally or not.
This was a sign of goodwill. Those who looked like butlers were very humble and polite.
Even the ordinary desert bandits showed great courtesy.
It was no wonder.
So many empty carriages were heading to Mountain of Death. They were definitely planning to bring back a large amount of wealth. Moreover, they were escorted by the terrifying elite troops. No one dared to rob them easily. Or rather, no one could do it at all!
It would be fine if they expressed their goodwill
They were afraid if they were still arrogant and full of malice to them. Then, Kant's troop would destroy their farms and villages when they returned on the way back. It would be as easy as if the peasant had uprooted a cabbage. It wouldn't take much effort at all.
When they knew Kant's strength, no one would dare to take revenge, because that would be equivalent to courting death!
The current East County was trying to contact Kant with good intentions.
With such reasons, they did not dare to have any malice.
Even Kant's aunt, the nominal countess of the East County Agatha, had tacitly admitted that Kant had appeared in her estate. In fact, even if she did not tacitly admit it, there was nothing she could do. She had already been dethroned.
She had once sent elites with the few remaining grand knights to attack the Stone Pass.
Her goal was to break the collusion between the noble and the Crimson Sect.
But she had not expected that not only had the Stone Pass not been taken down, but all of her elites had been lost.
Currently, Countess Agatha had completely lost the power to control the outer regions. Even her decree was only effective in the building of governor's official residence. Now, other than hiding in her official residence, she had basically given up on the East County City.
East County City was now under the autonomy of the noble families. The entire East County had also become an autonomous region for the noble families.
The noble families who were used to the existence of the Crimson Sect did not mind Kant joining them.
Because after Kant joined, they had also returned to their old times. Not only did they not have the slightest regret, but they even felt that they were worthy of following Kant, who would definitely be able to seize the position of the Grand Duke of Leo in the future. After all, he was the strongest person in the royal family!
As for Baron Kant's older brother, who was still in the Castle of Leo and was groomed as the heir of the Grand Duke of Leo, Cameron, he was not in the eyes of the many nobles in the East County.
He was just an obedient canary in a birdcage.
He could not be compared to Kant!
Baron Kant had his own army, and his strength was definitely not inferior to a county.
Kant also had salt mines that could produce an endless amount of fine white salt that was priceless. It was as easy as flipping one's hand to obtain more silver coins. No matter how others thought about it, they could not stop the rise of a noble with such strength.
If the title of Grand Duke of Leo did not fall on Kant's shoulders, then the situation would be chaotic!
Of course, the noble families were very familiar with the conflicts between the royal families.
The title of grand duke was extraordinary.
They could give a slight nod when they met the king, let alone lead a dukedom!
Even in the Silver Platter Kingdom, they would not dare to give the title of grand duke casually, because giving the title of grand duke was equivalent to splitting the country to the grand duke. If this grand duke had good intentions, it would be fine. But if he was up to no good, and the family ran for several generations, it would be too easy to split the country!
In reality, the Dukedom of Leo was also a dukedom that split from an empire.
However, the Silver Platter Kingdom was the same.
It was a vast empire.
However, due to various reasons, it collapsed a thousand years ago, splitting into a few human kingdoms and a few dukedoms. In the end, it turned into the current human kingdoms that used the Resniston River as a communication and connection.
This was a digression. The former human empire had long disappeared in the long river of history.
Now was the most important thing.
Noble families were all shrewd. Their ability to seek profits and avoid trouble was no less than that of merchants.
They also understood that if they could get on the good side of Baron Kant, their family might be able to take a step forward! After all, Kant had a great chance to inherit the title of Grand Duke of Leo.
Perhaps, if they were lucky, they could replace the few top-class noble families in the South County who could stand shoulder to shoulder with the royal family!
If they were extremely lucky, they might even get more benefits
Kant had the right to inherit the Silver Platter Kingdom.
If they could enter the silver platter kingdom, enter the land that was far richer than the Dukedom of Leo, and become a noble among them, it would be even better than this small place!
It was not impossible!
…
At the Mountain of Death.
The 50 carriages had already arrived under the escort of 300 desert bandits.
Many soldiers personally moved all the valuable things that they had seized onto the carriage. There were bags of great silver coins, golden eagles, and gold-inlaid handicrafts, silver handicrafts, and many more!
Mountain of Death was the headquarters of the Crimson Sect that had been in operation for at least a decade.
They accumulated tons of wealth.
Even these 50 carriages could not carry all the goods.
In the end, Kant only let the soldiers choose a large number of valuable items that could be directly converted into golden eagles or pure gold and loaded them into the carriage. They were filled to the brim and all of them were fully loaded.
It was estimated that the loot would reach millions of denars!
War was the most profitable way, there was no other way.
Plundering the wealth accumulated by others for many years was the fastest way to make money.
In the world of "Mount and Blade", this was also an eternal theme. No matter how well you managed, after losing a battle, your business and wealth would be plundered and eventually benefit others.
Now, Kant would get the benefit!
And the soldiers behind him who had all completed their level up!
There were 1,300 Rhodok Sergeants, 500 RHodok Crossbowmen, 500 Ravenstern Sharpshooters, 1,000 Mamlukes, 800 Sarrandian Horsemen.
The force that was close to 6,000 people had been reduced by more than half.
The 4,100-man strong troop looked even sturdier and more muscular. This was because more than half of the troops had been wiped out, leaving behind only the elites, the true elites!
Most of them were top-tier level 5 troop class.
Only 800 desert bandits were upgraded to Sarrandian Horsemen.
In that battle, the desert bandits had suffered heavy losses, especially when they were fighting the enemies in the end. The desert bandits, who were not good at close combat, still rushed in with the ambition to die, dying together with the fanatic cavalries.
This also eased the pressure on the Sarrandian Horsemen, reducing their number of casualties.
In the end, it resulted in the achievement of 1,000 Mamlukes. They were an existence that was no less than a Swadian Knight.
In the desert, the combat strength of this group of Mamlukes was even stronger. In fact, when facing heavy armor units, Mamlukes used a two-handed iron staff that could break armor and blunt attack, which was stronger than a Swadian Knight who used a knight sword!
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Chapter 437: Kant Could Play with the Rules
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After the war ended, they obtained a large amount of experience points, the regular troops had been leveled up.
The same was true for the irregular extraordinary troops!
Especially the Enfath Empire's troop class!
As a mage unit, Kant could recruit mage apprentices from the mage dormitories.
The 120 mage apprentices who followed him this time had obtained extremely high experience points after killing the hell lord, the incarnation of the terrifying demon. They were directly leveled up from apprentices to regular mages!
One hundred and seventy mages were Kant's strongest magic power at the moment!
An existence that could form an army alone!
According to the calculation, each person could directly summon five golems.
These 170 mages could summon 850 golems on the battlefield. They were not afraid of ordinary weapons and did not feel pain. They only knew to carry out orders rigidly. They would fight until the time they disintegrated or were summoned. Only then would they stop fighting.
These golems holding two-handed hammers were equivalent to extraordinary strength on the battlefield!
They were the most elite troops!
Together with the mages' various single and group targeted destructive spells, as well as buff spells, they were simply groups of fearless warriors, executioners who were crazily slaughtering the enemies!
No one would be able to remain calm in the face of a group of golems that would not die. They were creatures with extremely terrifying combat strength.
The regular troops would have long fled because their attacks were ineffective!
As for these mages, they were just a part of Kant's troops that fought on the battlefield!
The Enfath Empire specialized in war spells. Currently, these war mages were only showing their fangs. If it was not for Kant's inability to level up his mages, these mages would have directly leveled up to grand mages.
In that case, there was basically no need for regular troops!
Grand mages were stronger.
They could directly summon anima weapons.
And these so-called anima weapons were knives, spears, swords, halberds, axes, axes, hooks, and forks that could kill their own enemies. Not only were their attacks sharp, but they were also more flexible than being held by humans!
Most importantly, the summoning of these anima weapons was done according to batches!
One batch contained 30 anima weapons!
According to the calculations, a grand mage could summon anima weapon five times, in other words, 150 anima weapons in total!
If the mages were to form a troop with 170 people, that would be a genuine 5,100 anima weapons. They could form a terrifying metal storm and annihilate any troops that were caught in it!
This was also the strongest existence in the Enfath Empire. They could use their human bodies to fight against the reliance of other races!
Mages were favored by the heavens to begin with.
In terms of destructive power.
Even grand knights could not be compared to them.
If there was a certain distance between the two, grand knights would have suffered great lose. The grand knights had to move forward and get close to the mages in order for them to have a chance of victory. This was also the shortcoming of the mages' weak close combat abilities.
These were all the strengths of the Enfath Empire.
Kant yearned for them.
Especially those grand mages who looked like they had white hair. They were the blood and sweat of this empire.
It was just a pity.
Mages were unable to directly become grand mages.
Kant had already reached the bottleneck to level up his troop. Just like a level 5 troop class, they needed to use special methods to become a higher-level troop class, such as using the Sword of King or the Order of Lion.
However, in reality, mages were already a level up 5 troop class.
"This is very troublesome." Kant sighed.
In order to obtain a powerful troop class, he still needed to communicate with the system.
However, it was also difficult. Now that they were on the right track, the number of times the system appeared was becoming less and less. Even when Kant killed the demon incarnation, the system still didn't appear. Clearly, it was no longer able to attract the system.
And the reason why Kant had not left was actually because of this demon.
This was a hidden danger.
Kant had yet to find the hiding place of that demon.
After all, what he had defeated previously was only the demonic incarnation. The main components were the blood of tens of thousands of people and Gibran, who had already transformed into a demon. It was not the true form of that demon, the main body of Flensas!
Kant would still be worried if its true form was not destroyed.
However, Flensas did not show up.
The entire Mountain of Death had been searched, but there was no place like a shelter.
Even if it was an ancient passage, there was no cave that could go deep into the mountain. Just like this Flensas, the Lord of Hell who was known as the Master of Flame, was appeared out of nowhere.
Perhaps it was really so. Kant had no way to open the entire Mountain of Death.
He couldn't find it, he didn't have the time either. He could not dig the mountain to see if there was this terrifying demon inside or under the mountain. They were still in the era of cold weapons, such project was really too whimsical.
This kind of project was extremely difficult even in modern times!
"Lord!"
Baheshtur rode his horse over.
Sweeping over the Mountain of Death in front of him, he lowered his head and reported, "We have searched everywhere, even at the bottom of the hidden cliff. We have not found anything abnormal."
"Yes." Kant nodded. "What did the mages say?"
"There is still the aura of the demon."
Baheshtur's face was filled with shame, "The mages can sense that there is the aura of the demon at the bottom of the mountain. However, it has been seriously injured and will not be able to come out for a while. However, with our strength, we are unable to do anything to the demon at the bottom of the mountain. After all, we do not have the ability to open a cave in the mountain."
"I know," Kant asked calmly. "But did you find any unusual passages? Perhaps it was a cave, but it was carefully covered up by someone."
"No." Baheshtur was even more ashamed. "We couldn't find it."
"That's it."Kant did not have any regrets. He nodded calmly and said, "Let's go."
"Yes." Baheshtur nodded.
Right behind them, the carriages and the troops were all ready.
In truth, they had already made preparations for the return journey. It was because Kant wanted to completely eradicate that demon that they had stayed until now. However, they had not found it, and it was time to return.
"Set off." Kant spurred his horse forward.
Everyone followed behind, and the entire army set off. Their speed was not fast.
With those 50 carriages filled with all kinds of treasures, they could not move fast either. However, Kant was not in a hurry. He was the strongest existence in the East County, and he could walk anywhere he wanted.
It was impossible for those noble families to unite. Everyone was extremely greedy.
This was an internal conflict between the noble families.
Kant certainly understood.
As long as he was still the second son of the Grand Duke of Leo, Cameron, there would be noble families who yearned for him.
They yearned for their titles to be higher, they yearned for their families to be more prosperous, they yearned for more wealth, they yearned for a higher status, they yearned for everything that they yearned for!
These are the rules of the noble, Kant understood, enough strength could also ensure that he played with this rule.
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Chapter 438: An Ambush of Unknown Troop
The journey back was very smooth. The group of troops proceeded forward, escorting the carriage filled with treasures. They did not encounter any obstruction at all. They did not even encounter any armed troops.
Even the civilians were throwing down their sickles and pitchforks in fear and surrendered when they saw so many troops passed by.
As for the military fortresses along the way, they were empty.
No one dared to stand in Kant's way, especially after receiving the warning from the noble behind them. All of them were very obedient and understood that the situation in the East County had changed. Accidents could happen at any time.
If they were not obedient now, the noble behind them would probably kill them.
Baron Kant was the person that they could not afford to offend now!
It took almost five days.
The army was finally about to arrive at the Nordic village at the mouth of the river.
The sky was almost dark. According to the speed of the daily march, they should be able to return to their village in about six hours. If they were to return alone with the cavalry, they should be able to return in less than two hours.
The carriages full of treasures was a serious drag on the speed of the march.
"Stop."
Kant rode his horse in front.
Looking up at the sunset, he raised his hand and ordered, "Set up a temporary camp here. Rest tonight and set off tomorrow morning. We'll try to return to the village at noon."
"Yes!" the messenger immediately retreated and passed the order to everyone.
The troops stopped advancing.
It was almost evening.
They continued to march. Although they could return to the village in the middle of the night.
However, the troops, who had already traveled for an entire day, really needed a good rest.
As the order was given, the troops quickly moved out. The 50 horse carriages started to arrange in a square shape. The wooden planks were placed on the outside of the carriages that was filled with treasures. It formed a wall that was as tall as a person.
The inside of the carriages square formation was the temporary feeding ground for the warhorses.
The outermost side was the tent where they lived.
There was a reason for this.
As long as there was any situation, the soldiers who slept in the tent outside could quickly retreat into the carriage. Regardless of whether they relied on the defensive fortifications formed by the carriage to defend on the spot or to mount their horses to break out of the encirclement, it was very convenient.
Moreover, during the process of breaking out of the encirclement, they could also throw away the treasures to distract the enemy and save some time.
No matter how many treasures there were, it would be useless.
Only by surviving could they win the final victory.
Even when they near their village at the mouth of the river, Kant wasn't willing to relax. Even when he knew that the noble families of the East County were all trembling in fear, he was still vigilant about this.
He was now carrying a huge number of treasures.
Moreover, there were salt mines in the Nahrin Desert.
There were countless people who wanted him dead. There were also countless people who wanted to seize his wealth, assets, and estate. Kant understood this very well, so he did not dare to let his guard down.
Kant rode his horse forward and patrolled the temporary camp that was gradually taking shape.
Tents were set up neatly.
Warhorses were also put into the square formation formed by the carriage.
However, there were still the Rhodok Sharpshooters and the Ravenstern Rangers who were on guard duty. They stood on the carriages and looked around vigilantly. Furthermore, outside the carriages and about 50 meters away from the tent, there was also Rhodok Sergeants who were on sentry duty, firmly guarding a few points of the carriage formation.
At the periphery, the desert bandits, who were completely separated into three-man teams, were also running back and forth. They were scouting the surrounding situation in batches, and they were doing a good job in defense.
"This is very good." Kant nodded his head in approval while patrolling.
Although Baheshtur was a Khergit, he was after all the son of the tribal leader. Otherwise, when he took revenge, the Khan would not personally mediate. He also dared to take the risk of offending the Khan to kill his enemy.
Of course, this also led to him eventually escaping from the Khergit Khanate and wandering on the mainland.
Eventually, he came here and became Kant's general.
It also brought his military experience.
For example, the current camp wagon formation was once the Khergit Khanate's best formation. They pulled a carriage filled with all kinds of supplies, rode their warhorse and swept across the continent of Caradia like a gale, and eventually founded the Khergit Khanate.
The Khergit Khanate was good at field and guerrilla warfare, but in fact, they were also good at defense.
That was because every one of them could bend their bows and shoot arrows.
They had a great advantage in defense!
Now, although this formation was not made up of the Khergits, it was basically safe to rely on the Rhodok people who were as sturdy as rocks, the Ravenstern people who were good at rapid firing, and the powerful heavy horsemen, Mamlukes.
Kant checked around and did not find anything that he had missed.
He had just returned to his own tent.
Baheshtur quickly walked in and reported, "Lord Kant, the desert bandits that were sent out to investigate reported that there might be something in the south of us. It's an unfamiliar army gathering and ambushing us."
"Report carefully." Kant narrowed his eyes. This was beyond his expectations.
"Yes." Baheshtur nodded.
After thinking for a while, he quickly reported, "In the east, the desert bandits that we sent out to investigate discovered that there were about 3,000-men troop lying in ambush in a forest. There was also a farm nearby. It seems that it has been occupied by that unfamiliar troop. If we were to predict the worse outcome, perhaps that group of troop has 5,000 people."
"Interesting." Kant had a playful smile on his lips. "I thought no one would dare to provoke me anymore."
"Yes." Baheshtur nodded. "But we still don't know what their intentions are." He paused and said solemnly, "But they are so close to us, which is less than half an hour away, then it's definitely not a good thing. They probably came with hostility."
"Obviously, they are here with hostility." Kant snorted.
"Then, please give the order." Baheshtur said in a solemn voice, "The troops and I are ready. We can give up building the camp at any time and switch to combat status to kill all those ungrateful guys!"
"It doesn't matter. Don't worry." Kant shook his head.
After thinking for a while, he analyzed, "I don't have too much involvement with those noble families. Perhaps the Crimson Sect wants to burn all the bridges. In order to regain their former power, they want to take advantage of our proximity to the village and while we are relaxing to launch a surprise attack. They want to defeat our main force and kill them all. They want to save the Crimson Sect in the East County."
"That might be possible." Baheshtur nodded. "The Crimson Sect must be deeply rooted in the East County. Although I haven't really studied this world, it's similar to the politics of Caradia."
"But it's hard to say." Kant shrugged. "That group of Crimson Sect fellows should be scared out of their wits."
Stroking his chin, he still instructed, "Keep watching them. Don't let them know that we've discovered them. Tell the desert bandits to be more alert and inform me when they gather."
"Yes." Baheshtur nodded. After bowing, he left the tent and went down to make arrangements.
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Chapter 439: The Attack of the Rabble
The temporary camp was still being built.
However, the troop was still on guard. Even after the construction was completed, they still maintained a high degree of vigilance.
Everyone knew that there might be a fierce battle tonight. Since the enemy wanted to launch a sneak attack, they had long been prepared. How could they let those damn guys get what they wanted?
Everyone took a short rest in the tent, trying to get enough energy to wait for the next battle.
However, dinner was still prepared.
As usual, it was bread and dried meat, dried sausage, and fresh pork bought from the market, plus some cabbage and pumpkin, as well as a mixed vegetable cooked in a large iron pot with chickpeas.
It tasted great with a little salt and spices.
There was no way to enjoy the delicious food during the march. It was time to celebrate when they returned to the village.
There was no other way.
The sun was setting in the west, and dusk had finally arrived.
The setting sun left a long shadow, as if there was terror in it. This was the shadow of war.
"It's coming." Kant muttered to himself calmly.
Dusk was the best time for war. Taking advantage of the pleasure of dinner, the troop could catch the enemy off guard, or when they slept soundly in the darkness before dawn.
The desert bandits that had dispersed came back one after another. It was dinner time, and everything seemed normal.
However, on the east side, the surveillance was still going on.
There were many forests on both sides of the river. Usually, it was mostly the logging fields run by noble families and villages. However, there were occasionally mercenaries who were in need of money and disguised themselves as bandits to rob the passing villagers. If they formed a bigger group, they even dare to rob a trade caravan. This was very common.
Even the water bandits would often ambush the trade caravan in the forest, taking advantage of the night to attack the caravan camping in the wild. Some of the villagers were also spies.
The seemingly honest villagers would not let go of the opportunity to make a fortune. They would guard the dry land and live their lives. Year after year, they had to pay taxes for the noble and even daily labor. They also had to be cannon fodder during the war, it was very miserable.
No one could give up the opportunity to get better.
If they could leave the village and live in the city, it would be equivalent to having a safety net. Not only would they not have to worry about bandit attacks, but they would also not even have to pay the noble's miscellaneous taxes.
Most importantly, if they became citizens, not only would they be able to get jobs in the city, but they would also be easier to get in touch with the nobles and rich people that they hated before. Whether it was becoming an apprentice of a craftsman or becoming a smart scholar. It was much better than this rural poor class that was still as miserable as medieval Europe.
Therefore, some villagers who wanted to live better life were also willing to accept the olive branches handed over by the bandits and become spies and spies to help them gather information.
Just like now, the group that were lying in ambush in the forest was a group of water bandits from the Resniston River. They had gathered a five large group of water bandits and wanted to make a big move.
They were all lawless fellows. Being able to be water bandits on the river and being besieged by the water armies of the human countries, they had survived quite well. It was related to the secret collusion of some noble families, but more importantly, it was the savagery of these water bandits.
After this raid, they could escape to other places on the Resniston River for two years and enjoy themselves. It would be a great pleasure.
In particular, according to some villagers who acted as spies, a group of 50 carriages full of treasures was about to pass by. These water bandits were prepared in the shortest amount of time.
In order to arrange an escape route, they had to curry favor with some of their own backers. They even invited troops led by real knights from the silver platter kingdom.
Fifty carriages full of treasures. This was a message passed down from the upper-class noble of the East County. It was said that a lord had led his troops to defeat a certain sect. Of course, it had nothing to do with them, this group of ruthless water bandits who had no concept of a country did not care about who was who.
They didn't even care about the Countess of the East County and the Grand Duke of the Dukedom of Leo. They only cared about silver coins and golden eagles.
They did not care about anyone who fled to the river outside of Resniston River and became a landlord or a wealthy citizen.
These were 50 carriages full of treasures. They were worth at least five million great silver coins or more.
Based on the 6,000 people they had gathered, even if a few water bandit leaders and the nobles who colluded in the Silver Platter Kingdom wanted to split the majority, the rest would still be able to get around 500 great silver coins.
If more people died, then the amount of money they would get would be correspondingly more!
One had to know that a landowner who owned 50 arcs of land would only get around 30 great silver coins a year.
Even a well-run small-to-medium-sized trade caravan could only earn around 100 great silver coins a year.
Look at the elite cavalry of Castle of Leo who escorted Kant to the Oasis Lookout. They were willing to risk their lives for 2 great silver coins per person. Of course, this was also related to Kant's methods. However, the salary of 50 small silver coins a month was indeed too little.
In fact, the currency of this world was still using small silver coins. The great silver coins were used by the trade caravan to settle the bill.
As for the golden eagle, it was purely a trade currency between countries. Great merchants and great merchants, top noble and top noble.
Each person could get 500 great silver coins. They could go to other human countries to buy a house, marry a wife, and live a good life. They would not have to worry about it for the rest of their lives.
Even if they ate and drank freely, they would not have to worry about anything for three to five years. At worst, they could just come back to the river and become water bandits. They would be very familiar with it anyway!
Of course, after having lived as water bandits for so long, no one was willing to keep risking their lives again.
Now was the time, everyone were excited. They planned to take advantage of the night to defeat the enemy in the upcoming battle. If they won this battle, they would be reborn in the future. A great day was waiting for them!
"Wu –"
A short horn sounded.
This was the pre-arranged signal. In the farms and logging fields nearby, groups of regular troops appeared.
Fifty knights, Three hundred knight attendants, and 1,000 elite lance soldiers.
The troops of the Silver Platter Kingdom.
They were all wearing mail armor, and even the lance soldiers were the same. In terms of equipment, the regular troops of the Silver Platter Kingdom were undoubtedly stronger than the Dukedom of Leo by a level.
Behind them were nearly 5,000 rascals of the Resniston River. Their equipment was uneven. Mail armor, chain armor, scale armor, leather armor, gambeson, and even some who wore a thick leather coat.
As for weapons, longsword, short sword, machete, handaxe, short spear, short sword, dagger, and so on, there were even more. There were also quite a number of shields that were pieced together from pieces of wood.
A group of vicious bandits had gathered together, a motley of weak crew.
Just as they were moving, three desert bandits got on their horses and left on the opposite side of a hill not far away.
However, among the group of bandits, there were more than 300 people with different expressions. They walked at the back and sent a few people to the back at the same time. Soon, they became cavalry and ran in a big circle toward Kant's temporary camp.
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Chapter 440: The Grudges of the Water Bandits
In the temporary camp, the desert bandits had returned, they quickly came to Kant's tent and reported respectfully, "My lord, they are here. There are about 500 cavalries, about 1,000 elite lance soldiers, and more than 5,000 mixed troops. They look like water bandits."
"Water bandits, how interesting." Kant's lips curled up slightly. He was not unfamiliar with this group of bandits from the Resniston River.
Baheshtur, who was beside him, also said in a low voice, "Lord, do you need us to fight in advance?"
"Of course." Kant's lips still curled up slightly. "This motley crew, could they be stronger than those fellows from the Crimson Sect?" Looking at Baheshtur, he lowered his voice. "Let the blood of this motley of pathetic crew spread across the plains!"
"As you wish!" Baheshtur grinned sinisterly.
As one of the most war-loving nomads on the Continent of Caradia and a former member of the Khergit Khanate, his favorite thing was to lead his troops and crush the enemy under the hooves of horses.
"How long will it take for them to arrive here?" Kant asked the desert bandits, "I need a more specific time."
The desert bandits thought for a while and immediately answered in a deep voice, "Most of them are infantry. It will take them one hour to march. Even if they arrive near us, it will take them half an hour to prepare before the battle."
"Very good. Go and prepare." Kant nodded in approval.
"Yes!" the desert bandits saluted and immediately left the tent.
As bandits, they were the best light cavalry after being recruited. They were also not weak in the scouting and investigation.
However, at this moment, the tent was opened again. A Rhodok Sergeant came in and reported, "My lord, there are three strangers outside. They say that… They know you."
"Hmm?" Baheshtur raised his head and frowned. He said coldly, "Lord Kant, be careful of any tricks."
"No." Kant smiled. "It seems that the spy that we arranged at the Resniston River has a certain effect." Pausing for a moment, he explained to Baheshtur, who was still puzzled, "They were the spy that we arranged back then."
"This is truly a pleasant surprise." Baheshtur lowered his head and saluted. "It comes from your wisdom, Lord Kant."
"Let them in." Kant waved his hand.
He gestured to the Rhodok Sergeant and said, "Don't scare them. However, we must let these friends know our preparation and power. Who can be sure whether they are here to gather intelligence or not?"
"Yes!" the Rhodok Sergeant bowed respectfully with a solemn expression, and then quickly retreated.
"Lord." Baheshtur said, "In fact, in my opinion, it doesn't matter what those water bandits have in mind. A group of rabbles won't be able to cause much resistance to us. This is a plain battlefield."
On a plain battlefield, whoever's infantry was strong would be able to stabilize the front line. Whoever's cavalry was strong would be able to dominate the battlefield.
At the moment, Kant's cavalry and infantry were both elites.
He was the strongest!
This was an unquestionable absolute strength, a strength that could make the enemy feel despair!
In the wilderness outside of the temporary camp, three ordinary looking Resniston Water Bandits were standing outside with their horses. They were wearing iron-scale armor and had iron swords at their waists. There was a hint of panic on their faces.
"Will Baron Kant believe us?" One of the bandits said anxiously, "He just won a battle. I don't think he will believe it now. There will be a force of at least 7,000 people who want to attack him in the evening."
"Who knows?" another water bandit said in a low voice, "But he is the son of Princess Sofia. We once pledged our loyalty to his mother, which is equivalent to pledging our loyalty to Baron Kant, who has the bloodline of Princess Sofia."
"That's right." the other water bandit nodded as well.
But what followed was silence.
How could they not know?
It was precisely because Baron Kant possessed Princess Sofia's bloodline that they risked their lives to come and inform on him. Otherwise, they would have long followed the large group of water bandits, as well as the noble army from the Silver Platter Kingdom. They could take advantage of the night to directly attack these carriages full of goods. If they were lucky, they could steal some money and obtain a few hundred great silver coins to go and enjoy themselves.
However, they were unwilling to do so. They were once knights but being reduced to water bandits had already brought shame to their family. If they did such things again, it would be the most shameful things for their honor.
They might as well have died gloriously on the battlefield back then. At the very least, they could have won honor for their family!
It was too late to say anything now.
"Hey." the leading water bandit was silent for a moment.
He suddenly raised his head and looked at the other two people. "It doesn't matter whether Baron Kant believes us or not. When we first met him, he could give us some great silver coins, which was enough for us to come here and risk our lives to report."
"Yeah." the two people nodded. "Baron Kant is indeed as kind as Princess Sofia."
The three of them were the Resniston Water Bandits who had encountered Kant in the Nahrin Desert.
Because Kant intended to infiltrate this crucial river, he had given these guys some financial help. And now, these spies had finally played their due role, even though it didn't have much benefit to Kant.
At the door, ten Rhodok Sergeants were wearing heavy chain armor, carrying broad shields, and holding heavy machetes that were like halberd. They were staring at the three of them. Under their helmets and face armor, no expression could be seen at all.
Only the vigilance in their eyes, as well as the extreme coldness, it was like they were looking at a group of dead people.
The three water bandits who were once knights shivered.
They were elites.
They had already come to a conclusion in their hearts.
In their opinion, these sergeants were even stronger than the heavy elite lance soldiers of the Silver Platter Kingdom, which they were proud of. Especially that imposing manner, it was really unparalleled!
Not long after, someone walked out quickly from the tent.
"Hey, come in!" it was the reporting Rhodok Sergeant. He said rudely, "Follow closely and don't wander around. If we find you doing anything strange," he paused for a moment, but his tone became more and more sinister. "You will know what real pain is when the time comes!"
"Okay, we understand." the three water bandits immediately followed.
They entered the tent.
The three water bandits did not look away.
However, they could not help but feel a little doubtful, and even terrified.
This was because they realized that there were already groups of infantries gathered inside the tent. Even the cavalry had already formed a formation and could get on their horses at any time. They would be able to charge out after flattening the outermost tent that was used as a cover.
Why did this look like a group that was camping? It was clearly a group that was already prepared for battle and was about to set off for battle!
This was a little unbelievable to them!
They were clear about it.
Those scouts that belonged to Baron Kant should not have discovered them.
If they had discovered them, why would they camp here so easily? They should leave as soon as possible. No noble's troops would dare to be so arrogant to face an enemy that was twice their own troops and still camp peacefully!
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Chapter 441: Kant's Absolute Strength
As they entered the camp, the expressions of the three water bandits became more and more fearful. In fact, with their brains, they had already understood that even if they did not come to secretly report the news, Baron Kant and his troop knew that they were about to face a sneak attack.
In fact, they had already made preparations!
They could attack at any time.
The group of water bandits who were still triumphant and looking forward to obtaining a massive number of treasures would be dealt a heavy blow!
Looking over, the terrifying appearance of the well-equipped iron armor made the three water bandits feel even more uneasy. After all, they did not have many trump cards at the moment. They could not get the credit of sending information over anymore.
Baron Kant did not need any messages at all. There were probably still scouts and cavalry watching the group of water bandits from afar.
Then, they waited for the most critical moment.
Victory!
They finally stopped at the largest tent.
At the door, the 10-man team of Rhodok Sergeants was guarding the door. Their eyes were cold and indifferent. Even the sergeant leading the way was also given a cautious look. They crossed their halberd and not allowed them to pass through.
They needed to report first. This was Lord Kant's tent. How could they enter and leave as they pleased!
Very soon, a Rhodok Sergeant came out and said, "Go in. My lord is waiting for you."
"Thank you for your hard work." the three water bandits nodded humbly.
Without their identity as knights, they were already rootless duckweed. They did not even dare to mention their families. They even used fake names just so that they could obtain their former honor in the future.
However, the Rhodok Sergeant coldly glanced at them, with no intention of responding at all.
The three of them also entered the tent with their heads lowered.
This was very normal.
How could a lowly water bandit be compared to such a great warrior.
They looked into the tent, Baron Kant and another person were sitting there.
They quickly walked over and respectfully half-knelt, placing their right hand on their chest and said, "The bloodline of Princess Sofia, the heir of the Silver Platter Kingdom, the great Baron Kant, we pay our respects to you."
"Yes." Kant nodded calmly.
He raised his hand and said calmly like a king, "Get up."
The three water bandits finally got up while trembling. They lowered their heads and stood in front of Kant. They did not dare to make any unnecessary movements. "Thank you for your kindness." From the corner of their eyes, they could see that there were still 10-man Royal Knight team in the tent, they stood expressionlessly in the corner of the wall. Their chain mail gloves were placed on the hilt of their swords.
They would definitely pull out their swords when they made any unusual movements. They would use the sharp blade to cut open their skin and let them know the serious consequences of offending a noble.
"Hey, you said that there are enemies attacking. What's going on?"
Baheshtur looked at them coldly.
He was playing with a sharp dagger in his hand. He tossed it back and forth and managed to catch the hilt every time. He was like a juggler. "If you're lying, you'll have to pay the price."
"We… didn't lie…"one of the water bandits subconsciously replied.
"Oh?"
Baheshtur smiled. "Then what's the result?"
"We don't need to say it. You already know, don't you?" But the leading water bandit still lowered his head dejectedly. "Lord Kant and this respected gentleman, please don't toy with us. We know that you already knew that the motley crew wanted to sneak attack you. Even if we didn't come to inform you, you would definitely be able to directly eliminate them. This is the easiest way."
"Hahaha." Baheshtur laughed and looked at Kant. "Lord, I think there are still smart people among these people. I think they can also make the most reasonable judgment."
"It seems so." Kant said calmly.
Looking at the three people standing in front of him, Kant said calmly, "We met before, in the Nahrin Desert. I gave you a mission at that time. It seems that you have not forgotten."
"We dare not forget." the leader of the water bandits quickly said, "We swear that we were once loyal to Princess Sofia, your mother, and also willing to be loyal to the Princess' bloodline. Baron Kant, it's our honor."
"Mm." Kant stood up. "Then let's go."
"Go?"
The three water bandits looked at each other.
Baheshtur grinned hideously. "Let's see how Lord Kant's army will crush the motley crew you speak of. Let them know that not everyone can offend Lord Kant!"
"Yes… yes…" the three water bandits nodded repeatedly. "We can be the spies!"
"There's no need." Kant shook his head calmly.
Lifting the curtain, he came to the outside of the tent. All the soldiers were ready. They stood in formation. An aura that belonged to the elites of the bloody battle was spreading.
"Let's begin," Kant ordered. "It's time."
"Yes!" Baheshtur bowed slightly. "As you wish."
Then, he straightened his body and got on his horse. He personally raised his spear and commanded the cavalries behind him to get on their horses. With a rumble, he walked out of the temporary camp in an orderly manner.
The warhorses of the Sarrandians were all well-trained military warhorses.
In terms of quality, they were even more outstanding than the warhorse that the Khergits were used to raising.
Therefore, the Sarrandian Horsemen's heavy cavalry was extremely strong. Just look at the 1,000 fully equipped Mamlukes and the 800 Sarrandian horsemen, this was a terrifying flood of heavy cavalry.
In this battle, Kant only planned to use the heavy cavalry to deal with the enemy.
That's right, he didn't need infantry.
So what if it was a 6,000 man army?
On the battlefield, the number of soldiers was not the only factor to a strong troop. Quality was also important!
To a certain extent, quantity was synonymous with being bloated. Once a certain place was defeated, the chain reaction would cause the entire troop to collapse. This was a very common phenomenon in the history of the world!
Furthermore, how could a group of rabble-like water bandits withstand such an elite heavy cavalry corps?
Furthermore, it was on the plains that was most suitable for cavalry charge!
Even if they fought head-on, those water bandits would probably be completely defeated by a wave of charge!
Kant, on the other hand, would personally go to the battlefield and see how the enemy was defeated by the Sarrandian Cavalries. In the end, he would obtain victory and spread his reputation throughout the entire East County.
The scattered water bandits would spread this news everywhere.
This was a good thing.
Kant had already established his own village at the mouth of the river.
It was about to develop into a fortress or a castle. He also needed to let the various forces that were ready to make a move understand that he was not a pushover, but a terrifying absolute king who could easily defeat any enemy!
Even the troops of the Silver Platter Kingdom would also be turned into a pile of useless meat under the terrifying charge of Kant's heavy cavalries.
They would turn into useless piles of minced meat!
This was Kant's strength!
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Chapter 442: Baheshtur's Gift
The horseshoes that were meticulously forged by the blacksmiths struck the flat ground. The slightly soft layer of soil sank slightly, leaving behind heavy hoof marks. They were trampled by more horseshoes and gradually merged into one.
One thousand Mamlukes lined up in a rectangular formation and pushed forward side by side in an orderly manner.
A terrifying aura had already spread out from the dense formation.
The valiance of the Sarrandian people was undoubtedly displayed on this group of top level 5 cavalries. It just like what they had done on the Continent of Caradia, holding high their fine long lance, with their two-handed iron staffs at their waists, they were ready to launch a sandstorm-like charge.
They would break through all obstacles, break through all opponents, break through all enemies in front of them!
This was Mamluke's pride!
In the distance.
Under the dark night, at the end of the horizon.
Dark figures had already appeared, like a dark tide, moving slowly through the night. The sound of footsteps had also been processed, as if linen had been wrapped around their feet. Their speed was slightly slower, but their concealment was extremely strong.
This group of Resniston Water Bandits could already be considered experts in sneak attacks.
But in reality, it was useless.
Their sneak attack had already been discovered.
Kant's troops stood on the plains.
One thousand Mamluke and horses, who were fully equipped with heavy armor, lined up in a rectangular formation. On the left and right sides, 400 Sarrandian Horsemen wore exquisite Sarrandian chain armor and rode on a Sarrandian horses that was only covered with a layer of linen. They were on standby as the cavalry.
And on the outermost side, there were more than 300 desert bandits running back and forth.
These were Kant's scouting cavalries.
They were also messengers.
The following battle was no longer the time for the desert bandits to appear.
Previously on Mountain of Death, there were a large number of desert bandits. These light cavalries had already suffered heavy losses. As light cavalry, they did not have the ability to engage in close combat. As a result, they had caused a large number of casualties on their side.
Although in Kant's opinion, killing those half-demonic cavalry soldiers was already a victory, their numbers had been severely reduced.
Desert bandits also did not have the ability to form groups and charge forward on their horses.
Otherwise, with just 2,500 desert bandits, as long as they set up an excellent strategy, Kant could use these light cavalry soldiers to forcefully crush the 6,000water bandits on the plains. The casualties on Kant's side would definitely not exceed 1,000 people.
However, Kant did not need to care about that.
He could do the same now.
He could defeat the water bandits of the Resniston River, and the casualties on his side could even be controlled in the hundreds!
He was relying on the 1,800 cavalries behind him!
"Lord."
Baheshtur spoke from behind, "They are here."
"Mm." Kant nodded calmly. He looked up and saw that the shadow of the black tide on the horizon was finally approaching, but its speed was also becoming slower and slower. It seemed that they had also discovered the cavalries waiting here and were somewhat puzzled.
Those water bandits of the Resniston River were naturally cautious and would not easily come over.
This was especially so when they discovered that Kant had already made preparations.
However, there was no turning back.
These water bandits of the Resniston River were all fervently imagining the wonderful life they would have after obtaining so many treasures.
It was definitely impossible to give up this hard-won operation just because their sneak attack had been discovered. There was also no way for them to retreat. Their eyes had long been blinded by greed!
If they retreated now, what would happen to their beautiful lives in the future?
It was impossible to retreat!
They could only fight!
This was what Kant had hoped for.
On the Resniston River, his water troop class might be fewer and weaker.
But on land, with his absolute strength, it was easy for him to defeat these water bandits who were mostly light infantry. Even if their numbers were inferior, their quality was an absolute advantage!
To Kant, it was destined to be an absolute victory even though he had a smaller troop!
"The other side has stopped."
Baheshtur said, "They're sending people to negotiate."
"Negotiate?" Kant's lips curled up slightly. Looking at the front of the water bandit troops, it was obvious that they were the regular army's lance soldiers and cavalries. He shook his head slightly. "They are only here to probe what exactly happened."
"Then what should we do?" Baheshtur looked at Kant. "Do you need me to deal with it?"
"Yes." Kant nodded. "Be straightforward."
"Yes." After getting permission, Baheshtur revealed a sinister smile. "I will be very straightforward!"
As he spoke, he lightly knocked on the horse's belly and urged his warhorse forward.
Right in front, there were also people riding horses from the water bandit troops.
It seemed that they were knights from the Silver Platter Kingdom, and they carried a hint of arrogance, they approached Baheshtur. "Hey, strange troops, why are you here? You should know that I know all the noble families in the East County. I don't even know which noble the flag on your body belongs to."
"Oh, you don't know us?" Baheshtur smiled.
"Of course." the knight said arrogantly, "We are the troops of the Silver Platter Kingdom. Why should we know the noble families of the Dukedom of Leo?" As he spoke, there was a hint of ridicule in his eyes. "You are just a bunch of lambs waiting to be slaughtered."
"These words are really interesting." Baheshtur still smiled calmly. "Then what do you want?"
"Let us approach." the knight revealed a greedy smile. "I know that you have obtained a lot of wealth, and now you need to contribute it. Do you understand? I'm not telling you this myself, nor am I telling you this in behave of the trash-like water bandits behind me."
"Then who is it?" Baheshtur asked.
"All the noble families of the Silver Platter Kingdom!"
He focused his voice, pointed at Baheshtur and said, "You little fellow, you have to know what the power of the Silver Platter Kingdom is like. Even the Dukedom of Leo would tremble under the threat of the Silver Platter Kingdom!"
"Oh, it is indeed very shocking." Baheshtur nodded, but the corners of his mouth revealed a mocking smile. "I want to give you a gift."
"I like something more precious." the knight thought that Baheshtur was obeying him and immediately revealed a greedy smile.
His fat tongue licked his lips. "If it was the golden eagle, I think I would be able to exonerate you. I might even be able to recommend you join the Silver Platter Kingdom and become a knight of this powerful kingdom. Just like me, you would gain the power that even the Dukedom of Leo would fear. It is all because of the powerful Silver Platter Kingdom standing behind me."
"Of course."
Baheshtur moved forward, but his hand reached for the scimitar at his waist.
Under the knight's incredulous gaze, along with the sound of the blade cutting through the scabbard, a ghastly white flash appeared in the air. It was almost as if it was cutting through the tip of his nose with an agile technique, from top to bottom.
"Ah–"
The knight immediately felt a slight chill at the tip of his nose.
But immediately after, a bloody light appeared before his eyes. He subconsciously reached out to touch it, and an intense pain entered his mind. He covered his nose and howled in pain on the horse's back. His nose had already been cut off.
Baheshtur looked at his miserable appearance and shook off the blood stains on the blade. "This is my gift. Do you like it?"
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Chapter 443: The Knight Commander's Hesitation
The intense pain caused the knight's face to turn ferocious, and his eyes were filled with hatred.
However, he did not dare to act rashly. He covered the tip of his nose that was in intense pain and did not even care about the tip of his nose that had fallen to the ground. He quickly urged his warhorse to walk towards his companions at the back. His anger had already gone to his head.
As the lord knight of the Silver Platter Kingdom, he had never experienced such humiliation.
And now his nose had been cut off.
In the future, he would definitely become a laughingstock in the silver platter kingdom!
Not to mention those noble families, not to mention the other knights, even those lowly commoners and even lowly slaves would talk about him behind his back. A knight without a nose did not have any dignity at all!
He covered his nose while enduring the pain, he shouted out his anger almost to the point of roaring.
At the same time, he claimed that Kant's side only had this small number of troops, there was nothing to be afraid of.
The thousand-man strong army from the Silver Platter Kingdom did not continue to move.
Even the water bandits of the Resniston River were ordered by the commander of the knights of the Silver Platter Kingdom to stand by and not to launch an attack because of the precious treasures in front of them.
The knight commander was already fearful of the fact that they were only 1,000 meters away from each other.
He was not ignorant.
In front of them, that terrifying heavy cavalry group looked like an elite force.
They were different from the main force of the Dukedom of Leo!
It was an order of knight formed by the real knights, not a knight group formed by regular knights and knight attendants. Although it was a long story, it had always been a nightmare for the silver platter kingdom.
When fighting on the plains, the elite long-lance soldiers of the Silver Platter Kingdom had to be cautious of this order of knight.
If they were being careless for even a moment, the front line would be broken, and the entire army would be wiped out.
This was not an alarmist rumor, it was the truth!
The intense conflict between the two countries ten years ago had already made it clear.
The former Silver Platter Kingdom had crushed the defense line of the Dukedom of Leo on the south bank of the Resniston River. However, in the wild, they were attacked by the reinforcements of the order of knight. The knights only revealed a small flaw, which led to their defeat.
That defeat ultimately led to the current situation, which was the battle where Baron Dylan was conferred the title.
The heavy cavalry of the Dukedom of Leo had left a deep impression on the troops of the Silver Platter Kingdom.
This also led to the current situation.
The Silver Platter Kingdom had always been on guard against the cavalry of the Dukedom of Leo.
Especially when their own cavalry was lacking in strength and could not do anything to the various orders of knight formed by the noble members of the Dukedom of Leo, they needed to be extremely cautious. Once their own troops were slightly impacted, then the following attacks from the knights and cavalries of Dukedom of Leo would completely crush their troops.
In the field, without the support of the infantrymen, the cavalry of the Silver Platter Kingdom would not be able to cause much damage to the elite cavalry of the Dukedom of Leo. Instead, they would be defeated and lose the important cavalry force in the battlefield.
This was also the reality. Even though the Silver Platter Kingdom had focused on the cavalry that they had built for ten years, it was still the same.
Now, he was facing the even stronger Kant's cavalry troops.
He was a little afraid.
As the knight commander of Nazaire Castle, he was one of Baron Taylor's confidants.
During this expedition, he had taken the risk to enter the territory of the Dukedom of Leo. Together with the infamous Resniston River Water Bandits, attacking the noble of the Dukedom of Leo in name, as well as being a member of the royal family, he had already been under a lot of pressure.
If they won, they would erase all traces, and they would be able to deny it even if they were exposed afterward.
But if they were defeated and leave behind as captives, then all of this would not be resolved easily.
Instead, it would be a huge problem. Even he, Baron Taylor's most trusted knight commander and one of the most powerful knights in Nazaire Castle, would have to commit suicide to redeem the lost honor and bad influence.
Of course, what was salvaged was not the fact that he had entered the Dukedom of Leo without permission and attacked the noble.
It was the despicable act of colluding with the Resniston River Water Bandits!
It did not matter how ugly were the wars between the noble families.
However, there was an unspoken rule.
He absolutely could not be involved with those dirty water bandits or any other bandits.
Although behind the scenes, the noble families would always raise such a group of thugs to deal with some shady matters, it was absolutely not something that could be put on the surface because it would ruin the honor of the noble families.
As a noble with dignity, they would always be graceful and elegant under the sun. How could there be any shady things about them?
A noble would never have such a thing!
If there was, it would definitely be a slander of their reputation!
This knight commander could imagine that even if he did not want to die, the trusted him had to die for Baron Taylor and his family. He had to use his own death to wash away this kind of slander.
Although he had indeed done it, if he died and no one admitted it, it was not his doing.
The unspoken rules of the noble were an excuse!
Hence, he was hesitated.
The knight commander, who was in the lead, could not make a decision.
The knight whose nose had been cut off and who was still in pain being bandaged by the attendant next to him roared in anger, saying that he wanted to use the death of the other party to redeem his lost honor.
The scene was a little dull, with only the elite lance soldiers on both sides, as well as the knights and their attendants breathing heavily.
They were also unable to make a decision at the moment.
"A bunch of cowards!"
Suddenly, a mocking voice sounded.
The knight commander looked back and saw that it was a group of water bandits wearing mail armor and holding a longsword or handaxe.
These were the elites of five groups of Resniston River Water Bandits. They were all veteran soldiers who had escaped, escaped slaves in the Wildland, or criminals who had committed murder. Their unique characteristic was that their methods were cruel, and their combat ability was superb.
There were close to 2,000 of them. They were a group of thugs who killed without batting an eyelid!
"Shut up." the knight commander's face was gloomy.
He swept his gaze across the five water bandit leaders and reprimanded them in a deep voice, "What do you know? Despicable things! The troops of Baron Kant in front of us are a group of elite cavalries. Do you think you can be enemies?"
"Huh? Are you teaching us a lesson?"
The water bandit leaders laughed out loud, their faces filled with ridicule, "A bunch of cowards. We are not those little brats under your command. If someone offends us, we will let him know what cruelty is!" The water bandit leaders laughed ferociously, "Including that Baron Kant that you are afraid of!"
"Ignorant." the knight commander snorted coldly. Although he looked down on these water bandits, he also knew that in fact, in this battle, it was them who cooperated with these water bandits, and not the water bandits who cooperated with him.
Both sides were not subordinate to each other.
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Chapter 444: The Priests Among the Water Bandits
They were only cooperating!
The water bandits revealed the information in exchange for the support of the Silver Platter Kingdom.
They fought together, and after victory, they would divide up the loot together. Then, the nobles of the Silver Platter Kingdom would help these water bandits escape from the waters near the Dukedom of Leo, these water bandits would then use their legal identity to live in other human countries.
If not for this reason, these brutal water bandits would not have any connection with the greedy noble families!
That was why these water bandits were so impolite.
Seeing that the knight commander of the Silver Platter Kingdom was hesitating, they suddenly felt annoyed.
Baron Kant's troops were right in front. Although they looked terrifying and were full of heavy armored cavalries, they did not have more than 2,000 people. Compared to their group of more than 6,000 people, Kant's troop only had very few soldiers!
They had the advantage of numbers, why should they be afraid?
"Hey!" the leaders of the water bandits revealed a sinister smile.
Clapping their hands slightly, they raised their heads and said, "Come out, my friends. Let these people from the Silver Platter Kingdom see the true power of the Crimson Sect!"
"What?" the knight commander and the other knights looked over one after another.
The group of water bandits split apart.
More than 30 people wearing black hood robes walked out.
They were holding a staff that was as tall as a person. On it, one could see that it was inlaid with pitch-black gemstones. There was also a faint dark red glow flickering within it. It carried a sense of mystery and wickedness, as well as a mind-stirring madness.
The leader of the water bandits laughed sinisterly, "These are the Crimson Sect's priests, lord knight."
"Priests of the Crimson Sect?" the knight commander snorted coldly.
The Silver Platter Kingdom had full faith in the Holy Church, and they were against other cults. They also looked down on the so-called Crimson Sect. "They are just a bunch of wild mages who have mastered a mysterious power. What kind of lord priests are they?"
"That's right, knight commander. We are just a bunch of cowardly mages who have lost their support."
The leader of the Crimson Sect priest lifted his hood.
It was an old man. His white beard and hair, his tall aquiline nose, and his eyes that were as dark as the night. He spoke in a hoarse voice. "We can use the power we once possessed to exchange for the right to escape from here. Therefore, in the upcoming battle, we will be very useful. This is the power of magic."
"The priests who have mastered the power of magic are willing to cooperate with us!" the leader of the water bandits also smiled proudly.
He looked at the more than 30 black-robed men beside him, his eyes also showed some pride. "Although the cooperation won't last long, if we finish this job, who will care about the past? We can use thousands of great silver coins to start a new life, even if it is to buy a knight's identity!"
"Hehe, this is our common goal."
The priests of the Crimson Sect showed disdain in their eyes, but they did not refute.
This was the truth.
They had originally spread their religion in the East County.
They were in charge of secretly developing the believers and at the same time monitoring the group of noble families to prevent the Crimson Sect's businesses from being invaded, and to allow the Crimson Sect to grow stronger.
But unexpectedly, all of this collapsed last week.
The Crimson Sect was destroyed.
Even the devils of hell that they worshipped were killed.
The entire Mountain of Death had long turned into a purgatory, and everyone had become corpses.
Only the priests who had not been able to gather together in time were left behind. They were still barely maintaining the Crimson Sect. In their fear and trepidation, they encountered the onslaught again and again. Without the Crimson Sect, they were rootless duckweed.
The first ones to attack were the noble families who had been monitored and threatened by them.
The priests suffered heavy losses from the wanton slaughter and purges.
They had no chance to resist.
Even if they had magic, without the support of the Crimson Sect, they would eventually have to flee in front of the endless army of the noble families. They would leave behind the loot they had plundered and leave in humiliation like dogs.
But even so, only about 30 of them would survive.
They had to cooperate with the water bandits that they had once looked down on.
If not., they would have been massacred in the East County and turned into corpses. They would have been buried in the remote land by the noble. It would be like they had no connection with them at all, and they would have cut off all ties with the Crimson Sect.
It was good that they could survive now. Although they were not as glorious as they were in the past, they could at least live peacefully.
"Finish this job." the leader of the priests looked at the knight commander and said in a hoarse voice, "We can guarantee success because we have a mysterious spell. As long as we release it into the enemy's troops, victory is in our hands."
"That's right, this is our trump card!" the other water bandit leaders laughed loudly with fanaticism in their eyes.
"Oh…" even the knight commander was hesitant.
They were all moved, including the knight commander. He looked at Baron Kant in the distance and finally made up his mind. "Prepare for battle, we are about to launch an attack!"
"Yoo-hoo!" the water bandits shouted fanatically.
Greed filled their hearts.
Everyone saw the treasures in the temporary camp not far behind the cavalries as something in their pockets.
This was the inflated mentality of a tyrant for a long time. After all, on the Resniston River, even the river patrol teams and fleets of the human countries could not completely defeat them.
Now, they were only taking the initiative to attack the enemy who was at an absolute disadvantage in terms of the size of troop.
This was extremely simple in the eyes of the water bandits.
Moreover, there were grand knights who possessed extraordinary powers in their troops.
Including these 30 or so Crimson Sect priests who could release mysterious spells, this ensured their subsequent victory!
Although the water bandits were not familiar with land battles, they had still some experiences. After all, when they invaded the land around the river, when they robbed the commoners and wealthy merchants, they were just as ferocious.
With the famous reputation of these water bandits, the knight commander also led his troops forward.
The war had begun.
But they didn't know.
Kant had been waiting for a long time for their attack.
He was even a little impatient. He already felt a little disgusted by these people's dilly-dallying.
If the troops of the Silver Platter Kingdom and the water bandits of the Resniston River didn't attack, Kant would lead his troops to directly launch the most brazen charge and engage in a frontal decisive battle!
If that was the case, the losses of the troops would undoubtedly be greater, and it would be easier to counterattack without defending.
Kant was undoubtedly relieved now.
It was over.
The enemy formation that was attacking was not as tight as when defending.
Therefore, for his Mamlukes and Sarrandian Horsemen, as long as they went around to the back and attacked from both sides, they would be able to easily defeat the huge enemy army that was mostly composed of light infantrymen.
A group of ragtag troops, even if there were elites among them, they were still a ragtag group that could be defeated with a single strike.
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Chapter 445: Forces with Ulterior Motives
Facing the attack of the pirates, Baheshtur raised his scimitar and swung it forward.
More than 300 desert bandits, who were wandering around the periphery and waiting for orders, immediately spread out and formed a three-man team. They quickly rode their horses and rushed out like a scattered wolf pack, entering their hunting mode.
Although there weren't many of them, after they spread out, they were like floating catkins in the sky, galloping wantonly on the vast plains.
Even though these desert bandits wouldn't charge at them easily.
But the deterrent effect they had on the water bandits.
Was without a doubt absolute!
These scattered light cavalry focused on the rear half of the Reisneston River water bandits. This made the water bandits, who were also behind the light infantry, even more cautious. They didn't dare to rashly increase their pace.
They were arrogant, but they were also cautious. The experience of plundering on the Reisneston River was also suitable for land battles.
Once they were separated from the front and the back, it would be troublesome.
Even if they hoped that some of their "Companions" would die in battle so that they could get more great silver coins.
However, before they won the battle, a large number of their companions would be killed by the cavalry, causing the battle to fail. That wasn't what they wanted to see. A bunch of people would die, and they wouldn't even be able to get a single small silver coin. They wouldn't do a loss-making business!
However, it was definitely impossible to leave just like that.
Very soon.
The water bandits who had short spears or long spears were deployed to the outside.
They were also equipped with water bandits archers who held short bows. They were arranged in rows, and from time to time, they would draw their bows and shoot arrows, which in turn would deter the desert bandits and prevent them from charging forward.
The equipment of the water bandits were mostly short-handled axes or longsword machetes, but they also had short spears and long spears and handaxes.
The common short bows were also available.
After all, it was a water battle.
Before the jump gang battle, the short spears and long spears could form a line to prevent the enemy from ambushing.
The short bows could also provide long-range damage.
Although they did not have stronger bows and strong crossbows, these pirates, with their bravery and ferocity, could already pose a threat to the guards of the merchant ships. This was also what they relied on to traverse the river.
Apart from a few elite patrol ships, they weren't afraid of anyone!
Water battles were different from land battles.
This was something that they were proud of.
However, their arrogance had turned into a joke in the face of absolute strength.
Before Mamluke had even moved out, 800 sarrandian horseman riders had already charged out from the two wings. As they galloped, they quickly arrived at the two sides of the pirates.
There were 400 sarrandian horseman riders on the left and right. They lined up neatly and raised their long spears.
They could charge at any time!
The pirates became even more cautious.
Those pirate leaders had their elites lined up on the two sides.
At the very front, they had the 1,000 elite long lance soldiers that the knight commander of the silver platter kingdom had brought to guard. They slowly advanced, forming a dense phalanx of long spears to prevent the mamlukes from charging.
This was a helpless move. During the attack, the huge number of pirate troops showed their bloat.
In the history of war, it was never better to have more.
Bloating was a disadvantage.
If there were no outstanding generals and high-quality middle-level commanders, the bloating advantage could only turn into a disadvantage of improper operation, failure of command, allowing the enemy to attack, and only passive defense!
Now, it seemed like the Reisneston River Pirates and the forces of Zenarburg of the silver platter kingdom had joined forces.
There were only two forces.
But in reality.
The Reisneston River Pirates had gathered five forces.
Each of them had a face and heart that didn't agree. They were pulled together for the sake of absolute benefits.
This was also the case for the knight commanders of Zenarburg of the silver platter kingdom.
The six forces were connected by interests. If they could command smoothly like an arm, it would be too much of a test for the qualities of the generals and commanders.
Of course, it was obviously impossible.
Everyone had different intentions.
They all wanted others to go up first to die while they kept the most people in the hope of obtaining more treasures.
Their greed was spreading. Unknowingly, they even stopped advancing. Instead, they started to defend their positions. They did not trust each other and formed six formations according to their own camps.
Just like the plum petals, although they seemed to be close, they were actually very distinct.
They were not one!
Facing Kant's cavalry, they could not be united.
Everyone hoped that after the other people were attacked and fought to the death with the enemy's troops, they could go and pick up the rewards. At the same time, they would accidentally injure many of their fallen 'allies'.
Of course, it would be even better if only their own people were left behind.
"A bunch of idiots."
Mockery appeared in Baheshtur's eyes.
Before the battle, these guys were still plotting and scheming. It was a joke to him, especially when they were facing so much cavalry. If they still dared to have such thoughts, they would be courting death!
If everyone was united, there might really be a chance to retreat back to the Reston River alive.
But now?
They were only seeking their own death!
The raised machete swayed. This was Baheshtur's order.
In the distance, the desert bandits and sarrandian horseman, who had already made arrangements, began to run around the water bandits even more intensely. Each and every one of them acted as if they were going to charge at any moment, scaring the water bandits into gathering even more closely.
Meanwhile, Baheshtur reported to Kant, "Lord, are we going to start?"
"Yes."
Kant's expression was calm.
He lightly knocked his horse's abdomen and galloped forward. "Let's attack."
"Yes." Baheshtur revealed a sinister smile.
He turned his head and shouted, commanding the Mamlukes, "Under the orders of Lord Kant, all cavalry follow me. Prepare to charge! Kill!"
"Kill!" The Mamlukes shouted in unison.
A thousand meters away.
The group of Reisneston River Pirates became even more vigilant.
At the front, the Knight Commander of Nazaire Fort had an extremely depressed expression, and there was a hint of pain between his brows. He could not help but mutter, "This time… it seems to be… bad…"
But looking at the troops under Kant's command, his heart grew colder and colder.
They were not on the same level at all!
He turned his head.
Behind him, the knight whose nose tip had been cut off was still cursing in a low voice.
Obviously, his anger had already overshadowed his heart. The others also had some light in their eyes. Their greedy expressions were obvious, almost to the point of impatience.
The other knights and knight attendants did not think that they did not have the strength to fight.
They were all newcomers.
Those new knights who had not experienced the war ten years ago.
Otherwise, they would not have been fooled. They would have followed him to the territory of the Dukedom of Leo and attacked the noble of the Dukedom of Leo. If they were discovered, even the silver platter kingdom would not admit it, not to mention the Baron of Zenel Castle who had tricked them into coming over, baron Taylor had already thrown him out. How could he bear the responsibility.
In the battle ten years ago, the cavalry of the Dukedom of Leo had shone brilliantly. Although the infantrymen had been easily defeated by the silver platter kingdom, the silver platter kingdom had also admitted that the cavalry was no match for the Dukedom of Leo.
Therefore, the troops of the silver platter kingdom that were close to the border of the kingdom were mostly equipped with elite lance soldiers.
They were there to defend against the cavalry that came and went like the wind and charged at them.
But now…
The commander of the knights thought that it would be difficult for his 1,000 elite lance soldiers to return alive.
If he really placed all his reliance on the pirates behind him and the 30 or so priests of the dark red cult who were like stray dogs, it would be too dangerous!
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Chapter 446: The Final Charge
However, the war had already begun. No matter how regretful the knight commander was, he could not order the entire army to retreat and give up the position here, hoping that he would be able to leave the battlefield easily.
Not only would the enemy not let them off, even his current allies would not allow such a thing to happen.
The Pirates of the Resniston River had long been filled with greed.
They had a thirst for treasure.
Whoever dared to give up on this operation would be the enemy!
Don't look at how they were all on guard against each other now. They were gradually advancing in a defensive posture. They wanted to engage in close combat with Kant's cavalry group. In fact, when it came to the final attack, they would still swarm forward.
After all, it was all for the sake of money. Although they did not care about the casualties of their allies, they definitely cared about victory!
If they did not win.
That was equivalent to not having any treasures.
If they could not obtain these carriages full of treasures, then it was impossible for them to have their dream life.
The Pirates of the Resniston River understood the simple reason. This was also why they were still in a petal-like formation and were still advancing slowly, step by step, hoping to use the dense formation to disperse the threat of the cavalry.
Although the charge of the cavalry group was terrifying, it was still difficult to contend against the encirclement of the infantrymen.
It was difficult for two fists to fight against four.
The infantrymen group that had the advantage in numbers could also pile up to kill the cavalry group that had fewer men.
Moreover, in a real war, the cavalry that was caught in close combat actually did not have as strong an attack as the infantrymen. As they still had to control the warhorse, it was more inconvenient.
This was also the reason why, with a short lance in hand, they could suppress the cavalry in close combat.
Moreover.
He was still full of confidence in these elite long lance soldiers by his side.
When the silver platter kingdom's troops invaded the Dukedom of Leo, they relied on these long lance soldiers to force the knights of the Dukedom of Leo to be unable to launch a frontal assault. Moreover, in the confrontation between the infantrymen, they defeated those mercenaries head-on.
The mercenaries, who were disorganized and had no tactics or discipline to speak of, were simply no match for these elite lance soldiers.
The final result was that the infantrymen had been completely defeated.
Their formation had been shattered.
If it had not been for Baron Dylan, he would have used schemes and risked his life to defeat the silver platter kingdom's generals and guards, causing chaos on the entire frontline. At that time, Cameron had seized the opportunity to turn the tide, and it was basically impossible to determine victory or defeat.
Now, his confidence was lacking because of the elite long lance soldiers that he relied on to withstand the enemy's attack.
There were simply too few of them!
"Boom, Boom, Boom –"
The horseshoes struck the land of the plains.
The heavy cavalry had already begun to move slowly on the flat terrain. Finally, they began to sway left and right around the troops that had already formed a defensive formation and were waiting to charge.
The 800 sarrandian horseman were like 800 hungry wolves with green eyes.
They were scouting for opportunities.
As long as there was a slight gap.
In the end, these sarrandian horseman would pounce forward without hesitation and completely open the gap!
Don't look at how beautiful these six petals were. In reality, once they were heavily injured, they would be destroyed like real petals. They would not be able to withstand the direct charge of a group of heavy cavalry.
This was because Baheshtur had already led part of the Mamlukes into a distance that was sufficient for them to charge.
200 meters.
A total of 1,000 Mamlukes lined up in three rows.
Each row of 300 people was like a huge rectangular body. They carried the reflection of silver heavy armor as they slowly pressed forward. They began to gallop on their horses. They even began to increase their speed..
The rumbling sound became more and more intense as the earth shook. It was like the sound of a flood finally appeared.
The expressions of the pirates on the river changed drastically.
This was the charge of cavalry!
It was the charge of a group of heavy cavalry that was terrifying as a flood!
When they were on the river, they had never seen such a large scale charge of heavy cavalry. They also had no idea what kind of destructive power such a terrifying charge could bring.
However, the hearts of these pirates had already begun to tremble because of this terrifying charge.
Sarrandian horseman took the lead to charge on both sides!
And the target of the charge.
Was the two waves of pirates on both sides of the river!
In the petal-shaped gap, there was a gap of nearly two meters. It seemed small, but in reality, it was the easiest place for cavalry to break through when charging forward!
As long as they charged through these gaps and broke through the external defense, they could cause chaos in the defensive formation.
Next.
It was the Mamluke's turn to completely crush the enemy's Charge!
This was Sarrandan's favorite way of attacking, and the Kujits's way of attacking was similar. However, compared to the kujits who could ride a bow and shoot, Sarrandian's attack was more direct.
In terms of destructive power, it was also more brutal!
It was brutal to the enemy.
Similarly.
It was brutal to itself!
The charge began. The Sarrandian horseman, who held a lance in his hand, had already spurred his horse and charged into the gap between the two waves of Riesneston River Pirates. He rampaged and knocked away the pirates who dared to stop him.
Although the outermost pirates held short spears, they were also the most garbage cannon fodder.
The true elites were all on the inner side.
Similarly.
The short spears in the hands of these trash cannon fodder were also considered as short spears in the sense of the word.
They only used a wooden pole to cover the spearhead. Compared to those high-quality short spears forged by blacksmiths, the real military short spears were not considered weapons at all. They could only be considered as weapons used for self-defense!
This also caused the elite Sarrandian horseman to ride their horses and charge at the pirates arrogantly.
"For the Lord! For Sarrandia! Kill!"
The pirates resisted with difficulty.
The robust Sarrandian horseman and the armored Sarrandian horseman were like one entity. The scimitar in their hands slashed down fiercely, using the round shield of Sarrandian on their left arm to block. The light infantry pirates suffered heavy losses.
Although the Warhorse also suffered superficial injuries, it was only so. This kind of creature's vitality was very tenacious.
Even if it was a deep wound, it would not die for a moment.
On the contrary, it even stirred up the warhorse's bloodlust.
It let out a crazy neigh.
Then, in its rampage, it knocked the pirates to the sides heavily. Then, it stomped on them with its hooves. No matter how the Pirates tried to block or dodge, it still did not hinder the 400 Sarrandian horseman that charged in from both sides. On the contrary, their own side suffered heavy losses!
Even though nearly 30 sarrandian horseman riders and warhorse had fallen together, the result of the battle was the deaths and injuries of over a hundred water bandits, as well as more water bandits, who were fleeing to the side in fear!
Because the ones following behind were the desert bandits.
Along with the whooshing sound in the air.
The short javelins poured down.
These 300 desert bandits did not charge into the formation directly. Instead, they nimbly used the advantage of the light cavalry to throw at the water bandits who were gathered at the rear with short bows in their hands, killing and injuring the water bandits archers who were wearing leather armor.
In a short moment, the entire water bandits were trampled on by the cavalry.
However, no one dared to act on their own.
The leaders of the water bandits of the Resniston River shouted crazily, indicating for their subordinates to counterattack.
At the front, the knight commander was breaking out in cold sweat. He gritted his teeth and ordered the elite lance-soldiers to defend to the death, ensuring the stability of his front line. Because right in front, the group of Mamlukes had already started to move.
Kant had personally launched the charge!
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Chapter 447: The Powerful Summoning Golem
The charge of this group of heavy-armored cavalry had finally begun.
A terrifying roar sounded. It was as if a flood had been released. With the top-notch strength of the Sarrandian people, they began to charge towards the area of the Riesnidon River bandits as if they were venting.
Kant was at the front. His delicate and well-proportioned palm was already gripping the hilt of his sword.
The mages were reporting.
Right in front.
They had sensed the aura of a spellcaster as well.
Although it had been concealed, they could still clearly sense that the spellcaster's aura came from the dark red sect. This was because only those forces that often came into contact with demons could have such a dense demonic elemental aura!
Moreover, among the Reisneston River Bandits, there were more than five Grand Knights!
This was not a threat to Kant.
It was just an appetizer.
Even the evil priests of the 30-odd dark red cult were simply food for him.
The reason why Kant could tolerate these guys and line up here leisurely was because he wanted to intimidate the nobles of the eastern county or the Dukedom of Leo!
He needed a very direct and straightforward victory to establish his authority.
And it was here!
He needed to let those noble families know who would be the future king of the Eastern County!
The Mamlukes had already charged forward, but he was 100 meters away. He did not directly charge into the spear formation set up by the elite lance soldiers of the silver platter kingdom.
Even the heavy cavalry that had armor on both horse and man could not directly charge into such a formation.
Even if they could easily break through like a hammer.
However.
The subsequent damage would still cause casualties.
The inertia of the heavy cavalry when charging was invincible. However, the long lance that was erected could also be inserted into the chest of the heavy cavalry. It completely ignored the excellent double-layer chain armor, causing the precious Mamluke to suffer heavy casualties.
This was because the effects of force were mutual.
The charge could exert force.
However, the inertia brought by the charge also added a reaction force when it came into contact with the long lance.
This was why the phalanx of long lance could effectively obstruct the charge of the cavalry. Even the well-equipped and terrifying heavy cavalry like the Mamluke and the Swadian knight did not dare to directly charge into the front of the phalanx of long lance.
Even if they could tear through the phalanx, the casualties on their side would not be small!
A wise commander would not directly charge into the phalanx of the lance.
On the contrary.
To an excellent cavalry commander.
The front of the phalanx of the lance was indeed powerful, but in comparison, the sides and rear had lost the protection of the dense spears. It was much easier to charge and attack.
As long as they broke through one point, the entire front of the lance formation would collapse.
As a powerful cavalry country.
Swadia, Sarrandian, and Kujit all understood this very well.
Without Kant's command, the Mamluke had already split into three groups and charged toward the two sides of the Lance Formation. Like cannonballs, they smashed heavily toward the Reisneston River Pirates.
The pirates on both sides did not have the protection of the lance formation, not to mention that they had already been smashed into pieces by the Sarrandian Horseman.
They were like the best targets!
As for the front.
There were still 300 Mamlukes waiting for orders within an 80-meter radius.
The battle cries continued, and the entire rear, the petal-shaped formation, had already begun to turn chaotic. Especially the Reisneston River pirates who were fighting on their own, they were easily massacred by the cannonball-like Mamlukes who had just charged in.
They stabbed with lances, struck heavily with iron staffs in both hands, and hacked with scimitars.
The pirates were also fighting back.
However, the longsword and scimitars in their hands, even short spears and handaxes, could not cause too many casualties.
Sarrandian horseman and these level 4 cavalry warhorses did not wear armor. Thus, when faced with the pirate's intentional injuring of their warhorses, they were still somewhat cautious. During this period of time, close to a hundred cavalry soldiers were forced to abandon their warhorses that had died.., they drew close to each other, holding their round shield and machetes as they engaged in battle.
However, the Mamluke did not care. Their entire bodies were donned with fine Sarrandian chain armor, and their Warhorse was also donned with Sarrandian Warhorse armor. They were basically land tanks, charging and rampaging amongst the light infantry pirates!
No one could stop them!
Even if there were pirates fighting desperately, the swords that came slashing at them would only create sparks on the chain armor.
Even the more powerful hatchets could only slightly cut through the steel chain mail. Even if there were short spears coming, they would be blocked by the steel shields of the Mamlukes and handaxes.
The entire outer formation of the Reisneston River pirates had been completely eradicated, and they had even lost the possibility of integration!
The charge of the Mamlukes and their handaxes was too strong.
And in close combat, the trampling of the infantrymen was too fierce!
These heavy cavalry soldiers were even charging towards the core area of the Reisneston River Pirates. The elite pirates were also panicking and wanted to dodge, but there were few who could retaliate.
Because those elite pirates and the pirate leaders had already discovered that their greed had brought about destruction.
They had no way of resisting these terrifying heavy cavalry.
They could only be massacred!
Even at the front, the silver platter kingdom troops, who were barely able to stabilize their formation, did not make a single move. These pirates were also filled with despair. They did not hate them, and on the contrary, they were very understanding.
If even the silver platter kingdom troops collapsed, then they would be completely massacred.
The phalanx of long lance withstood the pressure from the front.
However.
The pirates could not withstand the onslaught from the left, right, and back!
"Let those priests go!" Finally, the leader of the pirates was furious. They were shouting at the priests of the dark red cult, demanding that they immediately use a mysterious spell in hopes of turning the situation around.
"Black Cloud Spell!"
More than 30 priests of the crimson sect cast their spells.
Their faces were also filled with anxiety, because they could also sense the deterioration of the current situation.
Therefore, these priests did not hold back. As waves of thick black clouds rushed out, large patches of blood immediately appeared on the bodies of the Riesneston River pirates at the periphery. Clearly, the black clouds were highly corrosive.
Even the Sarrandian horseman and Mamlukes, who were entangled in the black clouds, sensed that something was wrong!
"Summon nature!"
And right beside Kant, 170 mages raised their magic staffs.
They did not cast any powerful spells. Instead, among the Riesnidon River pirates and the elite lance soldiers of the silver platter kingdom, they cast the only summoning spell, summoning those terrifying golems!
The golems were made of stone and held two-handed hammers. They were 2.5 meters tall and did not have any human emotions!
The massacre had begun!
Compared to the cavalry, these golems were more intimidating!
Because they appeared in the void, and even when they appeared, they directly crushed many pirates and lance soldiers. Then, they waved their two-handed hammers and beat up the enemies around them who were not mentally prepared!
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Chapter 448: Strength Rapidly Expanding
The golem rampaged among the Riesneston River Pirates.
As a fully constructed creature, there was no restriction of a body of flesh and blood. This group of creatures, which were entirely made of stone and magic carvings, was, in a sense, a complete killing machine!
The two-handed sledgehammer and two-handed battle axe were held in the hands of the golem, and every swing caused a rain of blood.
There were also the pirates who were sent flying by the terrifying force of the sledgehammer.
No one was a match for them!
Even the elite pirates, who were wearing mail armor and holding a round shield and longsword, could only retreat step by step in the face of the frenzied golem. Their bodies trembled as they tried to leave.
No one wanted to die, and no one wanted to be buried in the hands of these golem statues and become a fallen corpse.
Because this place had become a bloody battlefield.
That's right.
The massacre was continuing!
The pirates of the Resniston River had mistakenly treated Kant as someone they could bully and kill.
Just like those merchants back then, they thought that they could easily win the final victory, and then quickly leave on the battleship. In the end, they would obtain immeasurable wealth and live the lives of the rich.
However, the bony reality made them understand that all of this was impossible.
The golem's massacre continued.
And on the left and right sides.
Mamlukes and Sarrandian horseman charged in again.
The original petal-like formation had been destroyed like a mud pit, and anyone could step on it.
As for the elite long lance soldiers of the silver platter kingdom, who were originally neat and relied on the river bandits of the Resniston River, they had completely collapsed under the Golem's fearless charge.
In just a short moment, the massacre began, and blood converged into a river.
The massacre.
Their lives were withering.
Even the more than 30 priests of the dark red cult were struck to death by lightning from the sky when they tried to cast their spells.
The mages of the Emfath Empire had always been paying attention to their own kind. If it was not for Kant's attempt to wipe all of them out in an instant, a single AOE spell would probably be able to wipe out many people. The mages' physiques were not high at all.
But casting an AOE spell required too much.
For example, lethal deep frost.
After casting it.
The entire area would become a place covered in cold.
The enemies in the middle of the spell would undoubtedly freeze to death, and even the people around them would be frostbitten. However, the cold wouldn't dissipate in a short period of time. Even if their own troops stepped in, it would still only cause a slight impact.
Due to the aftereffects of the AOE spell, Kant did not give the order to release it in this battle.
Just the charging formation of the golems.
And the sweeping of the cavalry was enough.
Just like now.
The battle situation was gradually becoming clear. The Riesnidon River Bandits that were on the verge of collapse were completely unable to stop the cavalry that was getting fiercer and fiercer. Even the golems were able to completely break through the formation of the bandits.
In the end, the group of water bandits of the Resniston River chose to flee.
They cried and fled in the direction of the river.
The distance was not far.
Three kilometers.
However, this three kilometer distance was the distance from the human world to hell!
How could a group of infantrymen fight against the cavalry? Even if there were a few existences who possessed extraordinary powers among the group of water bandits of the Resniston River, they were easily defeated by the royal knights.
Countless people died in the battle. Even the elite long lance soldiers connected to the silver platter kingdom were turned into corpses.
Kant did not choose to capture them.
He did not need them.
The purpose of this battle was to wake up the noble families of the eastern county.
It was to let these noble families know who was the strongest king and the true power that controlled this estate.
Apart from a few knights and knight attendants of the silver platter kingdom who fled on horseback, the remaining 5,000 people were all chased and killed by the Sarrandan people, who numbered less than 2,000. They harvested the land in patches.
Even if they fled to the two farms and the forest where they had previously stayed, it would not do.
They had already become defeated soldiers.
They could not be called an army.
There were no soldiers who could withstand the attack. The defeated soldiers who were like sheep and had been carried away by the fear of the masses were finally met with death by the machetes and spears from the Sarrandian Sultanate.
Even the peasant farmers who were waiting on the farm were slaughtered.
Baheshtur personally gave the order.
There was no other way.
Since they dared to collude with the pirates, there was no need to live.
No matter which noble's farm this was, Kant did not need to care about it. In the current Dukedom of Leo, there was almost no one who dared to fight with him!
In the temporary camp, a small group of pirates stood respectfully in front of the tent.
They put down their weapons.
They weren't captives.
The few people in the lead were the few pirates who reported to Kant.
The former subordinates of Princess Sofia had now completely sided with Kant and made the wisest decision.
They avoided the consequences of being massacred. They looked at the pirates they were familiar with, and even some of their friends, who had been massacred. Not only did they not harbor any resentment, they even gloated over their misfortune.
Having lived enough as pirates, they did not want to get involved with these pirates at all.
Now.
They were not pirates.
They were the enviable country gentry under Baron Kant!
Because just now, Baron Kant had already acknowledged their identity, and even promised to draw a piece of land for them in the eastern county. If they were willing to continue to become knights, as long as they had the means to do so, they would head to the Stone Pass.
Baron Dylan was also a noble, and he had the right to be conferred titles.
Of course.
Kant had already taken control of the Stone Pass.
Then all the local rights would be inherited by Kant, even if he was conferred titles.
But to Kant, there was no pressure at all to continue to being conferred as knights. It could even be the effect of buying horse bones with thousands of gold coins. After all, these water bandits were once knights, and were the former subordinates of Princess Sofia.
In this way, it was extremely useful in attracting the other former subordinates to join him.
Kant did not have much feelings for his cheap mother.
After all, he had not seen her too much since he was young.
However…
Those old subordinates who were scattered in the Dukedom of Leo, or even the silver platter kingdom, could be used by him.
This was only a small trick used by the noble families, especially when they completely defeated the Pirates of the Resniston River near the Dukedom of Leo. This meant that this part of the water would be completely controlled by Kant's nord village.
The nords were born merchants and sailors. Taking over the power vacuum left behind by the pirates was a piece of cake for them.
The help of the pirates was also a part of it.
Next.
Kant's goal was to completely annex the Dukedom of Leo.
After all, he had already taken down more than half of the eastern county territory and a small part of the northern county territory, including the Riesneston River in this region. Kant's strength had already accumulated to the point where he could challenge the authority.
For example, the noble system of the Dukedom of Leo, and his father, Cameron!
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Chapter 449: East County's Submission
The massacre finally ended at the riverbank of Resniston.
Apart from the knights and knight attendants who fled on warhorse and dived into the river to swim, and received the help of the pirates guarding the battleships on the shore, everyone else had been massacred.
The scene was very tragic. From outside the forest, there were scattered corpses, and most of the fatal injuries were on their backs.
The soldiers who had already fled lost the spirit to fight back.
They were just lambs being slaughtered.
When Kant was in the camp and ordered to arrange dinner, as the sky gradually darkened, the desert bandits and Sarrandian horseman who had spread out gradually returned, together with all of Mamluke, to the camp.
It was just that unlike the previous clean and tidy appearance, most of the cavalry had bloodstains on their bodies.
Similarly, everyone was injured.
There were also a few corpses dragged back by the warhorse.
This battle was not as simple as it seemed.
If it were not for the elite cavalry, they would not even be able to break through the infantry formation formed by the water bandits. However, even now, it could be seen that even if the cavalry charged into the midst of the water bandits, they would still be injured.
At the beginning of the charge, it wasn't that the pirates didn't resist. At that time, the cavalry suffered the most casualties.
Of course.
Even if they resisted, it would be useless.
In the end, the pirates were all massacred. The scattered infantry wasn't a match for the cavalry.
Moreover, this group of pirates had already lost the mentality to resist. Facing these cavalry from the Sarrandian Sultanate, a group of genuine elites who had fought their way out of the continent of Caradia didn't have the slightest spirit to resist.
Groups of pirates were massacred, groups of elite lance soldiers were harvested, and their lives were withering.
Even the knights who had escaped had left behind quite a number of people who had died in battle.
They were also the only troops that had formed a system to escape.
The commander of the knights.
As well as more than a dozen knights who were close to each other.
There were also more than a hundred knight attendants who belonged to them.
As for the others, they had all fallen under the slaughter of these fierce Sarrandian people because they felt that they were in the rear, or were forced to be in the rear, or have simply given up. Even if they knelt down to beg for mercy, or announced their surrender, they were all slaughtered.
Kant's order was very clear. There was no need for captives. Then they would carry it out in resolution. No captives!
But there were exceptions.
Baheshtur, a young man from the KurjitKhanate, returned.
Behind him were more than a dozen captives. Beside him were the serious-looking royal knights and lion knights. With an absolute number, these more than a dozen captives trembled. They did not dare to show any signs of resistance.
Among these people, three were the leaders of the pirates, and the remaining twelve were the priests of the dark red cult.
They were all fellows who possessed extraordinary powers.
"Kneel!"
Baheshtur did not stand in ceremony.
He brought these captives outside Kant's tent and used his horsewhip to whip a slightly slower priest. "What right do you have to stand here? A bunch of pigs! All of you, kneel!"
The 15 captives were filled with humiliation and despair. Even though their eyes were filled with hatred and resentment, they did not dare to resist at all.
Because there were a total of 30 grand knights beside them!
The grand knights who were invincible in close combat!
Although the three pirate leaders were also grand knights, they could not withstand the combined attacks of 10 grand knights.
As for the 12 priests from the dark red cult, they were even more pitiful. It was estimated that one grand knight would be able to slaughter all of them in less than two minutes at such a close distance!
Although the mages's spells were powerful, they were no different from a commoner in close combat!
No one dared to be impudent.
Therefore, they also knelt down in humiliation.
It was not that they had never suffered such humiliation before, but with their status, they had all knelt down at least ten years ago. Now, it was completely because of the fear in their hearts and their fear of death.
Whoever had absolute power had all the power in the world.
Kant walked out of the tent.
A knight immediately placed a chair over from behind.
Sitting on it, Kant looked calmly at these captives, but his gaze was on Baheshtur, who was standing beside him with a bow. "Tell me, who are these friends exactly?"
"Lord Kant, I don't really understand."
Baheshtur smiled.
But the horsewhip in his hand gently rose and fell, and he turned his head to look at the captives, his voice was also somewhat sinister. "Alright, in front of the respected Lord Kant, tell us your identities and secrets, and perhaps you will be able to live a dignified life, and not be like a lowly bastard, whose corpse is casually thrown into the wilderness and let the vultures eat at will!"
"I'll speak!" As soon as Baheshtur's voice fell, a rude guy dressed as a pirate spoke directly. He knelt down and crawled two steps forward. He said anxiously, "I'm willing to surrender and offer my loyalty to Lord Kant!"
smack — *
However, his entire body was sent flying by the horsewhip.
Face beaten to a pulp. Baheshtur put away the sturdy leather horsewhip in his hand, his voice was even more sinister. "Lord Kant needs your loyalty? You are just a lowly pig! Now tell me everything you know and your identity so that you can live!" Baheshtur said in a deep voice, "Don't talk about anything other than the problem!"
"I'll talk… I'll talk…" the leader of the pirates and the priests of the dark red cult hurriedly kowtowed. They were so frightened that they panicked and completely lost their minds.
Under the threat of death, no one dared to play any more tricks.
They could actually see it.
At the moment, Lord Kant didn't care about them at all. He only thought that they were still useful, so he captured them. If the answer wasn't satisfactory, they would definitely die.
And they didn't want to die, so they all chose to cooperate.
As expected.
The leader of the pirates was a pirate of this river.
However, the current pirate force had been destroyed by Kant. Even if they lost all of their elites on land, even if there were some pirates left in their nest, they were just a bunch of old, weak, and disabled people.
The pirates were still most powerful at water battles. However, they had given up on their strengths and came to land to compete with Kant. It was simply courting death.
The priests of the dark red cult were the remnants of the dark red cult that had escaped from the eastern county.
Kant was already clear that…
the eastern county had been purged.
Almost all members of the dark red cult that were known to the public had been purged.
Even the priests of the dark red cult who possessed mysterious powers were swarmed by a large number of troops. They were easily killed by dozens of battle bows that were more than ten meters away.
The entire eastern county was now in awe of Kant, almost ingratiatingly.
"Not bad."
Kant sat in his seat with the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.
In his opinion, the eastern county would be considered taken down. At the very least, after this battle, the noble families of the eastern county did not dare to continue provoking him.
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Chapter 450: Kant's Choice
Under the night sky, the eastern county was very quiet.
In the distance, on the Reisneston River, there would occasionally be a fleet of ships with lights on. They would move in rows, splitting the waves and splashing. They would take advantage of the dark ships to rush to the southern county of the Dukedom of Leo to sell goods and buy supplies.
As the lifeblood of the human countries, the Reisneston River would never be quiet.
This was an extremely important passageway.
In reality.
Even if the human countries were to start a war, this river would not be sealed.
The nobles who controlled the trade caravan and had a lot of wealth would not easily touch this river even if they were to fight amongst themselves. This was because this represented the interests of the entire noble family. Whoever touched it would be a complete failure.
No one would let go of those who broke the rules. They would not even leave a chance to make a comeback after failure.
It was even crueler than war.
Kant understood.
Even if this was not a rule on the surface, it was no longer something that could be explained by unspoken rules.
He sat on the riverbank, which happened to be located at the mouth of the tributary that extended from the ancient passage. With the light of the stars and the moon, he looked at the vast river with waves in front of him, deep in thought.
The Resniston River, which could be said to have nurtured human civilization, had left an indelible mark in history.
However, he had other thoughts.
For example.
Sending troops to break through the defense line and forcefully attacking the key strongholds.
There were also traps and feints that could be realized through this river.
Especially since he already had a navy that was dominated by the Nords, his use of this river was no less than the use of heavy cavalry by the Swadian people.
The classic example of the Nords was using warships to storm the shores of the Kingdom of Swadia.
They had even broken through the capital of the Kingdom of Swadia, sargos, allowing the Nords to truly set foot on the continent of Caradia, and even have the ability to unify the continent!
Now.
Kant also had the Nords.
This group of natural-born merchants, sailors, and warriors who were good at battle.
As long as he had them, he could take the warship and directly attack the southern county of the Dukedom of Leo.
Wait a minute, this was not a possibility, but reality. If Kant wanted to, he could really build a group of elite navy after successfully upgrading the fortress to level up and building it towards the castle!
Especially after more than half of the pirates on the Resniston River were eliminated, their strength could completely fill in.
Kant turned his head and looked back.
Not far away on the hill, the lights were bright.
A brand new fortress was being built in a short time with the hill as the center.
The six-meter-high stone wall surrounded an area of 500 square meters. Watchtowers and arrow towers stood in a forest. With the council hall at the top of the Central Hill as the benchmark, a complete defensive network was set up.
In the surrounding wilderness, the three-man team of desert bandits were also spread out to scout.
The entire fortress was heavily guarded.
However.
What attracted people's attention was a small river that flowed out of the fortress.
It was the small tributary next to Kant that flowed into the river, but the river was only 10 meters wide and about two to three meters deep. No matter how you looked at it, it was just a bigger stream.
But on the side of this small river, there was a wooden dock that was nearly 100 meters long.
Many people were still busy there.
Wooden pillars were nailed in the middle of the river and fixed with wooden boards and hemp ropes.
There were also wooden pillars for ships to tie up after they docked. It showed that after this dock was successfully built, it would connect to the river and become a fulcrum for the prosperous commerce.
At least on the side of the river, there were Nords hitting the ground with stones.
This was to strengthen the soil layer.
Next.
The stone slabs were laid on the reinforced soil layer.
After that, open-air warehouses would appear. No matter what goods were placed, they could be quickly connected to the merchant ships that docked at the dock. Regardless of whether it was loading or unloading, they could be quickly completed. Then, they would sail out of this small river.
The Nords had always been outstanding merchants. Their pursuit of commerce was no less than their passion for battle.
Money could allow war to be won.
And if war was won, it would bring even more money!
This was their code of conduct. This was also the reason why the Nords were passionate about business and conquest.
Even if they became pirates and thieves, it was still better than staying at home and waiting for death. This was an aggressive culture formed by the social ethos of the Nords, it was also why the Nords' Kingdom was able to gain a foothold in the continent of Caradia in such a short period of time. It was because of its strong cohesiveness!
Even if the kingdom of Nords and the continent of Caradia behind them were cut off due to the struggle for power, ordinary people continued to come to the continent of Caradia. It was something that the Vikians and Kujits could not compare to.
Just behind him, someone walked over quickly. It was Baheshtur.
"What's wrong?" Kant asked.
"The supplies from Aaron have arrived," Baheshtur replied. "Five carriages of food, two carriages of table salt, and one carriage of honey have arrived."
"Very good." Kant nodded. "Use them all as the fortress' supplies."
"Yes."
Baheshtur nodded.
Soon, the desert bandits behind him, who were the messengers, returned on foot.
"Is there anything else?" Kant looked at Baheshtur, who was still behind him, and the corners of his mouth curled up. "Recently, I saw that you were also very restless. Could it be that after that battle, things have not calmed down yet?"
"No." Baheshtur smiled, his gaze was filled with coldness. "Lord, since those pirates have already said it, we can completely let the battleships lead us to the southern county territory. As long as we capture Lionheart city, even if there is still a lion fort left, it won't be much of a hindrance to us."
"Yes, I understand your plan."
Kant nodded.
Since seven days ago, when they had eliminated the pirates and the the Silver Platter Kingdom's extended hand, Baheshtur, who was a young Kujit who was passionate about war, had already ignited the flames of fighting spirit in his chest.
Previously, they had discussed the strategy of directly attacking the largest city of the Dukedom of Leo — Lionheart City.
It was also the most important trading city in the southern county.
Capturing this place was equivalent to cutting off the economic lifeline of the Dukedom of Leo.
With the Nord warships and the tactical advantage brought about by the surprise attack, coupled with the powerful combat ability of the Nord infantrymen, capturing Lionheart city was practically a piece of cake!
However, Kant was still a little worried, so he did not launch a bigger attack and start a new battle.
The situation in the northern county was still in a stalemate.
The situation in the eastern county had just calmed down.
If they rashly started the battle in the southern county, it would be a little difficult for Kant to digest.
They needed to be on guard against the northern county at the Stone Pass. With Viscount Wayne as the main force and the mercenary group of close to 10,000 people, Fatis was also under a lot of pressure there.
The caravan here was adjacent to the Silver Platter kingdom, and was the main force of the three kingdoms.
The situation they were facing was even more dangerous.
Kant needed to make a decision.
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Chapter 451: The Crisis of Stone Pass
Northern county, Stone Pass.
After two months of development, this place had become the most important business and trade center of the northern county. In a short period of time, the flow of people had increased several times, filling up this fortress built in the middle of the canyon.
Even in the villages that planted barren land outside the pass, there were many people temporarily staying there.
The table salt trade from the Nahrin desert fed this fortress.
There was no other way.
The fine table salt produced by the Nahrin Desert had already taken over the market of table salt in the Dukedom of Leo.
Even if the quality of the mineral salt purchased from the distant dwarf tribes was not inferior to the boiled salt of the Nahrin desert, or even slightly higher than that, due to the cost problem, it had completely lost its ability to compete.
Even the human countries along the Riesnidon River began to trade the fine white salt from the Nahrin Desert.
The price was only two-thirds of the table salt of the dwarf.
But the quality was almost the same.
The fine white salt from the Nahrin desert quickly became the most popular commodity in the northern prefectural territory.
Not to mention the trade caravan of all sizes in the Dukedom of Leo, even the trade caravan of other kingdoms on the Riesnidon River began to inquire about the Nahrin desert, whether intentionally or not, and even pushed the trade caravan's base here.
Especially the stone pass, which guarded the central point of the Senwaya range, there were more than 300 trade caravan firms gathered there.
In addition, there were a large number of speculators who came to look for opportunities.
There were even spies who had ulterior motives.
There were countless laborers who saw business opportunities and gathered to look for jobs.
There were also all kinds of vicious bandits who were active in the wilderness or at the borders of the Dukedom of Leo.
They included mercenaries who acted as guards for merchants or guards for the Lords along the way. Even in the now wealthy villages, they would occasionally hire these mercenaries to guard against bandits'attacks.
After the development of the table salt trade in the Nahrin Desert, the northern county territory actually flourished in a strange manner.
It completely relied on the table salt trade.
This was an iron item.
Table salt was a complete luxury item!
This kind of modern cheap condiment was an important resource that could support the taxation of a kingdom in the feudal era. Especially in the inland areas without the sea, it was something comparable to a silver mine!
In some places, table salt could even be used as a currency. It was enough to show the value of this material.
Fatis also understood.
He stood at the top of the city wall at the Stone Pass.
Next to him, the Swadian Infantry in chain armor were patrolling.
There were also the archers of Veruga and the crossbowmen of Swadia, who were holding battle bows. They were stationed majestically in the tall watchtowers and large towers, vigilantly staring at the dense road outside the city wall.
The current Stone Pass was no longer as desolate and barren as before.
It was only crowded.
A large number of houses were being renovated. The house prices in the entire pass had already increased by three times.
The rich merchants had all bought land. They had built a spacious and luxurious office near the original market of the pass. This allowed the local merchants who were used to the poor Stone Pass to see what was truly decent.
This also brought about the upper-class atmosphere of the entire pass and began to move towards luxury and elegance.
Even the commoners wore clothes made of cloth from other kingdoms.
As for the traditional coarse linen.
Only coolies and poor people would wear it. The commoners all wore fine linen clothes.
As for the knights and country gentry, as well as the nobles who were more passionate about luxury, they even wore velvet clothes. One had to know that this was once the clothing that only the lord of Grothenburg, the highest viscount in the entire northern county, Viscount Wayne, could afford.
However, in the rich profits of the table salt trade, the big merchants revealed a little bit of oil, which made countless people very full.
It indirectly promoted economic development.
And taxes.
Not to mention all kinds of taxes at the Stone Pass.
Even from the Stone Pass to Grothenburg and Masburg, these noble families made a lot of money from taxes.
There was also Lionheart City on the Riesnidon River. Because of the table salt trade, the monthly tax revenue increased by two times. As time went on, more and more merchants came to the Dukedom of Leo, and the amount of tax revenue also increased.
According to the estimates of some scholars, it was possible to increase the tax revenue by 20 times in two years!
However.
Those noble families were not happy.
Even the trade caravan that controlled the majority of the table salt trade.
Even the taxes and tolls along the way made their mouths full of oil.
However, looking at the real gold and silver mine in the Nahrin Desert, which was still not under their control, each of them had a covetous and greedy look on their faces. They rubbed their fists and slowly gathered together, wanting to do something.
They all wanted to get a share of the salt mine in the Nahrin Desert.
Instead of being like now, where they could only eat some oil and water.
They.
Wanted to become the owner of the salt mine, even if it was just one of them!
Thus, under the pull and indulgence of some noble families, a group of mercenaries was organized, occupying some of the hills outside Lion Mountain, forming a huge mercenary group.
There were close to 20,000 people, and there were even mercenaries from other human countries outside of the river.
There were also close to 10,000 people from the Allied army of other noble families outside.
With Viscount Wayne as the leader.
Although they did not directly indulge, they crossed the threshold of Masburg that led to the southern county territory.
However, the many noble families in the northern county territory had already begun to probe the Stone Pass.
During this period of time, at least a dozen mercenary groups disguised as bandits had appeared. They had intercepted and killed the trade caravan, which had a very bad impact. At one point, many trade caravans had avoided the trade routes of the northern county and chose to go near the death penalty mountain of the southern county.
This was only the news that had been exposed. In the dark, there were many more burning, killing, and plundering.
Mercenaries were not good people.
If a Lord hired them, they were soldiers.
No.
They were bandits.
Some female mercenaries even had to act as female soldiers.
For these guys who would sell their lives and integrity for money, that was even easier.
These were all digressions. Currently, Fatis was facing an alliance army that was led by a noble and led by mercenaries. They were starting to approach the Stone Pass, and the smell of war was getting stronger.
If they were still immersed in the prosperous economic activities at the Stone Pass, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Fatis understood.
Rolf, who was originally active in the outer regions, had returned.
He brought along a large number of desert bandits and spread out as scouts to resist the light cavalry of many bandits.
As the days passed, the war was getting closer and closer. Moreover, some merchants had sent news that the Alliance Army of the northern county seemed to be moving out, and their target was here.
The war was about to start. It was in the northern county, the territory of the Dukedom of Leo.
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Chapter 452: The Final News
A team of desert bandits was galloping on the open plains.
The horse's hooves knocked on the slightly rugged dirt road. Following the fixed route, they galloped rapidly towards the north. Their faces were also filled with anxiety. Even though they were extremely tired, they did not dare to relax for a moment.
This was because they were messengers, scouts, and cavalry. They had information regarding the safety of the Stone Pass.
At Grothenburg.
At the castle of the Lord of the North Prefecture, Viscount Wayne, a large number of troops were gathered.
According to some of the mercenaries they had bribed, they had obtained new information. These 30,000 men were an army formed by countless mercenaries. Their goal was the pass.
Most of them were infantrymen, and there were a few elite knights corps. They looked ready to battle.
Of course.
The goal of the battle was their outpost.
It was also a strategic Stone Pass that guarded the north-south junction!
According to the butlers of some noble families who were heavily bribed, this battle also had the support of the southern county. Although they did not send troops directly, they did provide logistical support.
There was enough food for 30,000 people to last two months, as well as a large number of wooden shields and leather armor to spare.
There were also 50,000 arrows.
They were all strategic material, including mules, horses, and carriages used for transportation. There were nearly 8,000 of them.
It could be said that this battle, which seemed to be a mercenary group attacking and the noble system of the northern county, was actually something that the high-ranking noble of the southern county had allowed, and even the royal family had tacitly accepted.
This was a terrorist force that was enough to heavily injure the Dukedom of Leo. If it was not used well, it would be a double-edged sword.
They were able to successfully assemble.
This was because many factions had made a compromise!
After capturing the pass, there would be enough benefits to satisfy the participating factions.
It would be even better if they could go through the most important pass in the Senwaya range and enter the Nahrin Desert. They could also successfully capture the Oasis Lookout that still existed in the map and obtain countless salt mines.
The absolute benefits contained within could drive anyone crazy.
… ..
The city gate of the Stone Pass was not closed.
40 Swadian footmen were carrying a fan-shaped heater shield on their backs and holding the hilt of the Germanic sword on their waists. Through the vigilant eyes under the helmets of the footmen, they stood majestically at the city gate, sizing up the trade caravan.
Just above the city gate and at the arrow towers on both sides, there were 50 Veruga archers standing guard.
This was the current military protection of the Stone Pass.
With just these troops.
It was enough to make the trade caravan not dare to let their guard down easily.
Especially those who had ulterior motives, they subconsciously shrank their necks, lowering their heads and not daring to show their faces, afraid that something unexpected would happen and cause them to fall here, or even lose their lives.
In fact, this was also the case. This was because there were almost daily cases of missing people in the Stone Pass.
This meant that there were people disappearing without anyone noticing.
Most of them were spies who were pretending to investigate.
Whether it was the spies who were hiding in the trade caravan as guards or laborers, or the spies who sneaked in while it was dark, most of them could not be contacted for a few weeks.
It was as if there was no such person in the Stone Pass. It was very strange, and even a little terrifying.
Ordinary people would not think so.
But in the eyes of those spies, it was indeed terrifying.
Waves after waves of accomplices entered the Stone Pass. Usually, they would only be able to send out a few messages before they died.
There were even people who had completely lost contact before they could even send out any messages. Even when they sent people in to inquire, they did not discover anything. They only knew that they left in the evening and never appeared again.
After that, even the person who had asked the question had disappeared without a trace at some point in time.
This also resulted in the fact that there was still some mystery behind the StonePass.
As a result, until now.
The number of spies that still existed in the Stone Pass was very small.
Some of the spies that were sent to scout or gather information did not bother to conceal their presence at all. They simply gathered some information that they already knew and left before the sky turned dark. They were afraid that if they were a step too late, they would never be seen again after the curfew.
However, this was also good. At least the spies that were sent over suffered less and less losses.
There were even unspoken rules.
If the spies did not move.
Then they would not disappear for no reason.
This became the law. At the very least, the Stone Pass was still as calm as ever.
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"Move! Move!"
However, at this moment, the sound of hurried horse hooves could be heard from the city gate.
The 10-man team of Desert Bandits was galloping on their horses. They were brandishing their whips in a hurry, causing the trade caravan in front of them, who had been lined up neatly and were about to enter the city, to immediately restrain their horses and dodge to the sides.
Even the light infantrymen stationed at the city gate had purposely made a gap for the desert bandits to enter.
This was an emergency arrangement.
Inside the Stone Pass.
The patrolling swadian infantry had already ordered the carriage and pedestrians on both sides to make space.
This team of Desert Bandits headed to the council hall at an extremely fast speed. At that place, Fatis, who had already received the news, had already appeared in the hall, waiting for the report of this team of desert bandits.
Soon, the leader of the desert bandits, the captain, took the lead and entered.
"Sir Fatis!"
He quickly reported, "The investigation has been completed. As you said, the other party has already started to move."
"Yes." Fatis sat in the main seat. His expression did not change at all. He only nodded lightly. "Then, has the plan I mentioned before already been implemented?"
"Yes."
The desert bandits captain said, "Lord Rolf has already informed us. The plan has begun."
Fatis nodded. "Very good."
After pondering for a moment, he waved his hand and said, "Go and rest. In the afternoon, your team will immediately head to Aaron and notify James. Let him make the necessary preparations."
"Yes." The captain of the desert bandits bowed and led the team away.
Only Fatis was left in the room.
His expression was calm. He turned his head to look at the candle, and the corners of his mouth curled up into a smile.
He had sent people to monitor the group of mercenaries in the northern county. Now, he had finally gotten results. Since those guys had started to gather with full confidence and even planned to directly engage in battle, then he must not give up on the Stone Pass, the core hub of the Nahrin desert leading to the Dukedom of Leo. There was no way he could retreat.
The Stone Pass was also the central hub of Lord Kant's territory.
With this place in his possession.
He could head to the Dukedom of Leo and use the Mountain of Death as a point to enter the eastern county to communicate with Sargos.
He could also head to the Nahrin desert and use the central posthouse as a point to contact Oasis Lookout and Aaron.
If this place was occupied, it would be equivalent to cutting off the city network that Kant had set up. It would even leave a serious problem between Oasis Lookout and Aaron. After all, the only thing between the two was empty desert!
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Chapter 453: The Mountain Pass That Was Ready
The mountain pass could not be lost!
Of course, Fatis understood the strategic significance of defending this place. Otherwise, Kant would not have let him, who had received a professional noble education, be in charge of the Mountain Pass.
He had even sent Rolf, who was also a noble, to lead thousands of light and heavy cavalry in support.
However, that was enough.
Even though Fatis knew about the actions of the alliance of the noble families, he did not feel the slightest ripple in his heart.
This battle would eventually appear. Since they had launched an attack before they were strong and only started to act after everything was ready, they would have to bear the corresponding consequences!
Kant had once talked to Fatis about the situation in the northern county!
Especially now.
The situation in the Dukedom of Leo was surging.
Not only was the northern county territory heavily infiltrated by Kant's forces, even the eastern county territory had been infiltrated by more than half.
If they defeated the Lord of the Northern County, Viscount Wayne, and the southern county territory tacitly agreed to gather the mercenary corps, then Kant's forces would completely occupy the northern county territory, and even the noble families of the eastern county would choose to submit.
As long as they were close to the Dukedom of Leo's direct territory, the wealthy southern county, the dukedom would be under their control!
All of this was about to happen.
Naturally.
Kant did not even have to make a choice. His enemies had already made a choice for him.
But now, Kant was still in the eastern county's Nord fortress, Sargos. At the Stone Pass in the northern county's territory, he had to completely rely on Fatis himself, as well as Rolf, who was wandering outside as support for the mobile forces.
"Inform them."
Fatis pondered for a long time in the main seat and slowly raised his head.
The guard on standby at the side immediately took two steps forward and quietly lowered his head, listening to his orders. "Warn the city defense forces to secretly enter a state of Emergency Alert. Gradually clean up the spies in the city and disperse the low-level immigrants."
"Yes!" The guard nodded and quickly left.
"Also!"
Fatis continued to speak.
However, he spoke to another guard beside him. "Immediately send people to inform Ma Nide and Jocelyn, who are guarding the Oasis Lookout, to get them ready to support."His tone paused for a moment, he still said, "If the results of the battle at the Stone Pass are not smooth, I will voluntarily give up this place and lure the enemy into the Nahrin Desert. I will take the opportunity to wipe them out!"
"Yes!" The guard nodded and left as well.
The arrangements were completed.
These guards would use their warhorse to head to their mission destination in the shortest amount of time.
They were all elite desert bandit, the most elite light cavalry. Their position in the pass was more like a messenger than a guard. As long as there was a situation, it was time for them to appear.
For example, these elite desert bandit left on their horses, turning into black dots and disappearing into the vast desert and plains.
The dark tide had already begun to surge.
The shadow of war had already enveloped the Stone Pass.
In fact, those merchants had a sharper sense of smell than the commoners or the poor.
After all, most of these merchants were the local nobles of the Dukedom of Leo. They were trained and served as employees. Although they managed the trade caravan and were rich, they were actually the spokespersons pushed to the front desk by the noble.
Sometimes, when the frontline was fighting to the death, having their brains would be blown, the people in the back would still be trading with a smile.
This was very normal for the merchants.
Money was everything.
Those people who fought bloody battles for victory were just a bunch of stupid boors.
This was even more vividly reflected in the most senior noble families. Sometimes, the two sides were still fighting intensely, to the point of a blood feud. However, in reality, once there were benefits for both sides, the flames of war would immediately cease, both sides shook hands and made peace.
This was how the noble families were. The rules that belonged to them were also the dignity of the noble families. Some senior noble families even had marriages with each other. There were people in each of their bloodlines, and the split on the surface was just for outsiders to see.
Even the royal family that was in charge of the dukedom was the same. They had long been tied to the noble families.
They were originally part of the noble system!
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Half a month had passed.
The Dukedom of Leo had already fallen into a strange atmosphere.
Especially in the northern county, the dense trade caravan that used to travel on the rugged dirt road on the plains were now sparse. There were only two or three big and small cats. The number of carriages was also seriously insufficient. It was obvious that they were not a large trade caravan.
However, there were even more people on the dirt road, as well as the terrified poor people, who carried their simple and crude luggage and left.
They had all received the news.
It was said that war was about to break out at the Stone Pass.
This was something that the knights unintentionally said when they were drunk. However, in a short period of time, everyone in the pass of Stone Mountain knew about it. Therefore, these poor people, who were originally here to take advantage of opportunities and seek wealth, fled very quickly.
Even the commoners and country gentry who originally lived in the Stone Pass had taken the initiative to flee.
This included some timid knights.
That's right.
During this half a month, in just a short period of 15 days, some of the troops in the Stone Pass had already fled.
Most of them were knights who originally belonged to Baron Dylan. After Kant's arrival, they had submitted to Kant's feet. Now, facing the army gathered by the northern county, how could they not be afraid?
However, Fatis did not organize their escape.
In comparison.
Those who did not escape were the ones who should be paid the most attention to.
During this period of time, some people with ulterior motives had already captured more than a dozen of them.
In their homes, they had even found secret letters brought by spies. They were all from the conditions that the northern county's noble families had promised. For example, they would give the village as a fief and become a fief knight, not the current honorary knight.
Some even suggested that as long as they helped the other party break into the Stone Pass, they would obtain the title of hereditary knight.
The noble families of the northern county had spent a lot of money!
However.
In the end, Fatis solved a lot of spy cases.
Those knights who surrendered were also tied up in the dungeon. As for those knights who resisted stubbornly, they were directly shot to death. At this moment, Fatis did not have any mercy.
Moreover, the word 'mercy'did not apply to traitors!
During this period of time.
The impregnable Stone Pass had also been set up.
2,000 Swadian footman had already arrived here.
In addition, there were 1,000 Veruga archers and 500 Swadian crossbowmen.
Of course, this was only the scale of the city defense force. There were also 500 Swadian knights and 1,000 Swadian heavy cavalry that could charge out as a mobile force.
Furthermore, in the plains outside, Rolf's light cavalry troops and 1,000 desert bandits were roaming about.
They were ready.
Outside the city.
The 30,000 Noble Alliance army had finally arrived.
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