Chapter 173

In the Green Lake Woodlands, the old Lion King let out a furious roar!

The Green Lake Woodlands were simply too vast, and the orcs' communications were inconvenient; moreover, the centaurs moved very fast. By the time the old Lion King received the report and rushed over there, that thousand-strong centaur force had long since departed.

"Your Majesty, they should have reached Shi Lin by now."

A lion-tribe warrior said.

The old Lion King let out another furious roar, then broke into a run toward Shi Lin.

As a Sixth-Rank warrior, its speed was simply too fast.

And it did not need to take detours—whenever it met an obstacle, it could simply leap right over it.

When it came across some wide ravines, it could leap straight across them as well.

Throughout the Green Lake Woodlands, ravines and obstacles were everywhere, and the terrain was exceptionally complex.

Such a battlefield was truly tailor-made for the lion tribe.

In barely more than ten minutes, the old Lion King had reached Shi Lin.

But that thousand-strong centaur force had long since left.

In Shi Lin, the corpses of lion-tribe warriors littered the ground.

All of these lion-tribe warrior corpses had been killed by Fireball spells.

Meng Ying, who was a Magister, also possessed the ability to cast spells instantaneously; basically, with every wave of her hand, a whole volley of fireballs would come flying out.

Compared with Meng Ying's other spells, the killing power of these fireballs was far inferior, but it was more than enough to kill these First or Second Rank lion-tribe warriors who had no decent protection.

Mhm, at least these lion-tribe warriors could keep their bodies intact.

Unlike Meng Ying's other high-powered moves—one spell coming down would even melt the ground itself, leaving the attacked enemies with not a single bone remaining!

Besides, such Fireball spells cost Meng Ying very little.

Even other Magisters, if not held in check on the battlefield, would kill more people with small spells than with their big moves.

Precisely because small spells cost little and work well.

Of course, on the battlefields of the human kingdoms, the large shields of well-equipped human warriors could often resist these small spells.

But this was not a battlefield of the human kingdoms.

What Meng Ying faced were some hastily thrown-together lion-tribe warriors who didn't even have proper armor.

"Roar! Who was it just now that told me to come to Shi Lin? I'll kill it!"

Having failed to catch them again, the old Lion King nearly exploded with rage.

This time, it did not ask anyone else; instead, it ran toward a high ground in the Green Lake Woodlands.

Another dozen or so minutes later, it finally arrived at that high ground.

Then it looked down from its commanding height, and soon, several dozen kilometers away, spotted the centaur warriors running merrily along.

By this time, the centaur warriors had already looped a great circle through the Green Lake Woodlands and looked as if they were preparing to leave.

"Trying to run!"

The old Lion King glanced at the route they were taking, then suddenly leapt down from the high ground and rapidly chased after that centaur warrior.

As a Sixth-Rank Lion King, its speed was indescribably fast; even in the Green Lake Woodlands with such complex terrain, its speed could still reach nearly a hundred kilometers per hour.

If it were on open plains with good terrain, its speed would be even more astonishing.

It could burst out over twenty meters in a single second!

The centaur warriors were not slow either, but they did not travel in a straight line; instead, they ran along the wider avenues of the Green Lake Woodlands.

This stretch of woodland, which that thousand-strong centaur force had run through several times before, was still relatively familiar to them!

Just as the centaur warriors were about to charge out of the Green Lake Woodlands, the old Lion King finally caught up.

"Roar! Die!"

The old Lion King suddenly planted itself in front of the centaur warriors, greatsword in hand, and charged forward.

"Boom!"

But Meng Ying had long been prepared; an instantaneously-cast great fireball came crashing down.

The old Lion King was exceptionally fierce. In order to pursue this centaur, it had not brought a shield. Facing the fireball falling from the sky, it slashed the fireball apart with a single mighty swing of its blade.

"Paltry tricks!"

The old Lion King's words had barely fallen when a second fireball came crashing down. The old Lion King's reaction was exceptionally fast, and it sliced the fireball apart with another swing of its blade—but immediately, a third, then a fourth came.

The old Lion King had fallen into the same rhythm that had once trapped Oldington.

However, it handled it far more easily than Oldington had!

This displayed its tremendous strength!

"Roar!"

After it had sliced apart more than ten fireballs in a row, that centaur force had long since fled far away.

The old Lion King let out a furious roar, its eyes flickering, yet it did not give chase.

That Magister made its heart somewhat uneasy!

The High Priest was not here; facing that Magister, it had no certainty of victory!

"Your Majesty, we have lost a total of more than two thousand three hundred warriors."

After the old Lion King returned to its tent brimming with fury, it heard the new War Minister report the losses!

That War Minister's body was trembling as it made the report.

One had to remember that its predecessor had been slapped to death by the old Lion King precisely for reporting the news of the lion tribe's great defeat!

"Damned fool!"

This time, the old Lion King actually did not slap it, but instead slapped a large rock beside it.

That large rock was even split open by its palm strike!

The War Minister's eyelids twitched uncontrollably.

"Go summon the High Priestess. That mage is too troublesome—have her intervene early."

Said the Old Lion King.

"Report, Your Majesty, disaster! Another intruder has entered!"

At that moment, a messenger's urgent voice rang out.

The Old Lion King slapped him hard: "Be clear—who entered?"

The messenger hurriedly replied: "It's a tiger! It's terrifying—we've lost over a thousand brothers!"

"A tiger! Damn it! This is a remnant of the Tiger Clan! Damned Aldington—he kept her alive, breeding a tiger to haunt us!"

In a rage, the Old Lion King slapped the messenger dead.

The War Minister behind him felt his eyelids twitching incessantly.

He seemed to see his own fate.

The Old Lion King was indeed shrewd—he knew full well Aldington's petty schemes. But back then, when the Lion Clan was at its zenith and Aldington's power grew day by day, the Old Lion King said nothing.

Only now did he regret not reprimanding Aldington back then!

At this moment, he wanted to kill Aldington.

They could have crushed the threat early—but instead, they let a Fifth-Rank grow into a Sixth-Rank!

"Bring me my blade!"

With no other choice, the Old Lion King took to the field again.

The Old Lion King returned to the high ground, tracked Winnie's path, and gave chase.

He soon realized that in the Azure Lake Woods, the Sixth-Rank tiger Winnie was even more elusive than the mage.

That mage had to rely on troops for mobility and needed a force to escort and support him.

But the Sixth-Rank Winnie did not.

As a Sixth-Rank tiger, Winnie's speed in the Azure Lake Woods was no slower than the Old Lion King's.

She killed them one by one, but once she caught a Lion Clan warrior, escape was impossible.

Winnie knew the Old Lion King was chasing her. She did not engage him directly; after killing more warriors, she vanished—her speed made pursuit futile.

"Your Majesty, that tiger has killed over three thousand of our warriors…"

The War Minister came again to report the losses!

In a short time, over five thousand of our strongest warriors had been slain.

Winnie had killed even more than Meng Ying.

"Damn it!"

Hearing the death toll, the Old Lion King exploded in fury.