Chapter 157: News of the Blue-Robed Wizard

With Grim leading the charge, the battle at the East Gate ended quickly. One could not expect these poorly equipped Easterling soldiers to maintain a high desire to fight in front of a Giant Bear, especially since Rabat had not appeared before this cannon fodder from start to finish; relying solely on the prestige of a few Easterling captains could not achieve such a thing.

The battles at the South Gate and West Gate also ended quickly. Allen dispatched twenty Griffin Knights to the West Gate. In such narrow terrain, the skilled and well-equipped Heavy Cavalry broke the resisting Easterling soldiers into pieces with just a single charge. The Conscripts and Elite Infantry followed the pace of the Griffin Knights, easily harvesting the enemies before them, and then slaughtered their way into the camp.

As for Allen, he brought ten Mertheim Deathsworn and personally arrived at the South Gate of the camp. These two-handed sword masters, clad in heavy armor and possessing combat experience, stirred up a bloody storm the moment they charged into the enemy ranks. Under their wanton hacking and slashing, the severed limbs and arms of the enemy were everywhere. There was no need for Allen or the soldiers behind him to strike; these ten men alone killed and repelled the Easterling soldiers guarding the gate. Or rather, the rookies under Allen who had just stepped onto the battlefield might have even hindered the performance of these sword masters.

At this moment, the Archers guarding the North Gate were not as idle as before. After their comrades attacking the other gates launched their full-scale offensive, Easterlings kept trying to flee from this gate. However, after two volleys from the Archers, the heavily wounded Easterlings obediently retreated back into the camp, not daring to take further risks. These people could be said to be the most cowardly of the Easterlings; how could they dare to charge out through a rain of arrows?

Regardless, they needed something that could defend against arrows to barely escape with their lives from under the noses of the Archers opposite them, and these Easterlings set their sights on the wooden boards throughout the camp, preparing to nail them into simple shields.

At this time, the officer leading these soldiers at the North Gate was none other than Brendon, whom Holimion had rescued from the Ashur Camp. Since returning, this young man had become Holimion's Attendant, but because he was young, Holimion had sent him to school. He was a young man of great courage, and over these years in school, he had learned many things; not only could he read, but he had also learned some knowledge related to warfare.

By now, Brendon had become one of the Knight apprentices, though Allen quite appreciated this young man.

It was not just anyone who could plan the assassination of an enemy commander in the Easterlings' stronghold to avenge their own father. Being able to do such a life-or-death thing showed that this young man possessed excellent qualities. There were few people Allen knew of like this, such as Cao Cao who presented the dagger, or Jing Ke who assassinated the King of Qin.

Out of appreciation, Allen gave Brendon a little bit of authority during this war. This young man did not have any specific post; generally, he acted according to Allen's orders, doing whatever he was told.

Brendon, who held deep hatred for the Easterlings, used the simple telescope in his hand to look at the busy enemies in the camp, thought about the current situation, and then waved his hand to signal his men, approaching the gate of the Easterling camp.

Their nearly one hundred men, under the cover of their own Archers, used the small hand axes in their hands to dismantle the camp gate that had already been knocked down, and then used the removed wood to start a large fire, blocking two-thirds of the gate's passage.

After the Easterling War Chariots rushed out of the camp, Brendon reported this news to Allen. The subsequent order received was to intercept the enemies fleeing from the North Gate as much as possible; if they could not be stopped, it did not matter. In the vast eastern Rhovanion, the Easterlings, like stray dogs, could not escape the pursuit of Cavalry and hounds no matter what, it would just be a little more troublesome.

But Brendon, who hated the Easterlings to the bone, did not intend to let a single enemy go. Through the raging fire, he looked at the enemies with expressions of despair, spat expressionlessly, and thought bitterly in his heart: "Let you run!!!"

At this moment, Allen had already led the Mertheim Deathsworn to the bottom of the mound at the first opportunity.

Rabat had used wood to enclose a circle at the top of the mound as the second line of defense for the camp. Looking at this wall, Allen was reminded of the simple camp he had used to resist the Orc King's attack when he first arrived in this world, but after observing carefully, there should be no such thing as Fire Oil around here.

Before long, Alayen and those twenty Griffin Knights also led the elite troops to arrive behind Allen. Those Conscripts did not follow; on one hand, the upcoming battle would be very cruel because it was a difficult feint attack, and if these rookies participated in such a battle, the casualties might be very high.

On the other hand, these Conscripts were currently doing the work of binding and guarding. With the army pressing down, there were always some Easterlings who knew the situation was lost and would lay down their weapons and surrender. Their number was nearly a thousand. At this time, Cress was also helping the Conscripts suppress the Easterlings, though most of the time she rode Grim, wandering around the main camp to gather the slaves who had previously been oppressed by the Easterlings.

Before the war, Allen had also given orders to the soldiers: any enemy holding a weapon, regardless of gender or age, was to be killed without exception; those who dropped their weapons and surrendered were to have their lives spared, just bind them up. These captives would exchange their labor for a free status in the future. Anyway, Wilderness Town needed labor everywhere, and if that didn't work, they could go to Stier Mining Town to mine.

Rabat, standing at the very top of the mound, naturally saw all of this. He knew that the situation was lost, but the subordinates who had successfully rushed out to seek reinforcements still left a glimmer of luck in the heart of this Easterling Warlord.

Around Rabat at this moment were two or three hundred elites clad in Iron Armor, among whom there were even thirty or forty Cavalry with horses. As long as Bamonde's reinforcements could cause some chaos for the enemy, he was prepared to lead his elites to charge out of the encirclement and join up with Bamonde's army to escape alive.

The current Rabat no longer counted on being able to confront the incoming enemy together with Bamonde. Seeing Allen's power, he only hoped to save his own life and would be thankful for that. As for surrendering, Rabat did not have this thought now; he, who tortured slaves all day long, would rather jump into a sea of fire and be burned to death than surrender and become a slave.

At this time, Rabat saw that the enemy leader in Silver Bright Plate Armor was actually leading only thirty subordinates as he walked toward his direction. Under the moonlight, he could see that the equipment of the newcomers was very fine, and he guessed in his heart that these people should be the enemy's few top-tier forces. But if the opposite side thought that they could defeat him and his two hundred elites with just these thirty top-tier soldiers, that was being too arrogant.

This situation caused a trace of ecstasy to appear in Rabat's heart. Having an idea, he immediately stopped his subordinates from shooting arrows.

"Capture the enemy leader and force them to let me leave here."

This crazy thought began to appear in Rabat's mind. The more he thought about it, the more feasible it seemed, and a smile even appeared on his originally terrified face.

Until he saw the leader opposite reach out his right hand, which was flashing with dazzling white light, toward the front. Immediately after, a thick, forked lightning bolt rushed into his own soldiers' formation in an instant.

Following the "crackle" sound and bursts of screams, Rabat discovered that under the attack of this lightning, more than one-tenth of his men had fallen within a few seconds, and some people's armor even showed signs of melting.

And the right hand of that man opposite actually emitted white light again. That white light became brighter and brighter in Rabat's incredulous gaze, and then another thick, forked lightning bolt rushed into the Easterling formation. Under the jumping of the lightning, more than thirty Easterling elites collapsed to the ground again.

The time these two lightning bolts took was only a dozen seconds. In such a short time, nearly one-third of the defending Easterling elites had already fallen. At this time, Allen's right hand lit up again, and it was aimed directly at Rabat's position. At this moment, this Easterling Warlord finally reacted from the shock, and with a mournful face, he shouted loudly in the common tongue: "Great Wizard, I surrender. Please do not continue to cast spells, spare us, Wizard."

As he spoke, Rabat was the first to throw down the weapon in his hand, raised his hands, and knelt on the ground. The Easterling elites watching all of this, under the reminder of their own boss, finally reacted as well, throwing down their weapons one after another and kneeling on the ground.

In their lifetime, it was not the first time they had seen a Wizard, nor was it the first time they had seen Magic, but it was the first time they had seen a spell with such great power and such fast casting speed.

In fact, when Rabat spoke just now, Allen's "Chain Lightning" had already finished charging, but since the enemy leader had already spoken, he canceled the release of the spell. It was good to kill fewer people and let his own soldiers take fewer risks.

Originally, Allen's plan was to approach the enemy relying on the fine armor on his body. After all, he and the personal guards behind him were all in Plate Armor; when the enemy's rain of arrows came, he just needed to block his face and let them shoot however they wanted. Those infantrymen wearing Chain Mail might not be able to block it.

After getting close enough, he would pour four "Chain Lightning" spells onto the enemy in a short time. Under the violent blow, the enemy would definitely fall into a state of chaos. At that time, he would lead the elites in full Plate Armor behind him to charge first, breaking open the gate to attract the enemy's attention. Subsequently, those elite infantrymen wearing Chain Mail would also follow his pace under Alayen's leadership, directly ending this battle.

But now that the enemy had thrown down their weapons and surrendered, seeing that the plan could not keep up with the changes, Allen calmly shouted loudly: "Open the gate, and then hold your heads and walk out one by one slowly."

At this time, Alayen led the elite infantry and also ran to Allen's side. He knew that his boss had some special abilities, but it was becoming more and more outrageous now. In the past ten-plus years, he had never seen Allen release such powerful lightning.

At this moment, Alayen looked at his lord with awe, then turned his head to look at the enemies walking out of the camp. He said nothing, but waved his hand to let the soldiers under his command bind the enemies.

Even Alayen, who had followed Allen since childhood for over ten years and had become a lord, did not quite dare to ask Allen anything at this moment. Those with lower status and shorter following time naturally dared not say anything even more; they did not even dare to look at their King.

Allen looked at his subordinates who had suddenly become quiet with a mix of amusement and frustration, and likewise said nothing.

He had no obligation or necessity to explain anything to his subordinates. Should he tell them that he had struggled in the Simulator for a long time before obtaining this ability? Why bother?

At the same time, Allen thought helplessly in his heart: "Legends about me might appear in the tavern again. I hope they don't spread too outrageously."

Just at such a quiet moment, an abrupt voice rang out.

"Great Wizard, please forgive my offense. I am willing to listen to the instructions of you and your companions to fight against the rule of the evil Dark Lord together. Please spare me and my people."

When Rabat first shouted the term Wizard, Allen did not think much of it. The lightning he released looked like Magic no matter how one looked at it, and being called a Wizard here was also very normal. After all, Saruman had once traveled in the East, and the two mysterious Blue Wizards had always been active in the stronghold of the Dark Lord Sauron, so it was normal to leave behind some records or hearsay passed down by word of mouth.

But Rabat's second sentence made Allen recall something, which was actually related to those two Blue Wizards. In Allen's memory, they had always been trying their best to eliminate Sauron's influence in the enemy's stronghold, but in the records, there was very little about them, and Allen did not know where these two were.

"What is your name? When did you see my companions?" Looking at the bound Rabat, Allen said tentatively.

Allen had some interest in these two Blue Wizards. Some people guessed that they had already failed and had defected to the Dark Lord Sauron. Allen did not quite agree with this view, because after Sauron discovered the trace of the One Ring, he launched a full-scale attack on Humans, Elves, and Dwarves, and there was no sign of these two Wizards among them.

The One Ring was so important to Sauron; it was simply inconsistent with Sauron's situation at the time that he did not arrange tasks for these two Wizards during this process.

If one were to put oneself in Sauron's shoes, with Wizards in his service, Allen could not have sent an envoy who could not speak sweet words to the Lonely Mountain to inquire about Bilbo Baggins from the Dwarves. Wouldn't it be better to send a Wizard with special abilities in language?

Even if the Dwarves were not bewitched by Magic, if the speech were a bit more pleasant or the conversation more skillful, the success rate when facing the relatively straightforward Dwarves would be higher, right? What exactly did you want to do by sending an ugly person who spoke poorly? Could it be that the tough-natured Dwarves would accept threats?

Allen felt it was more likely that these two Wizards were active in the Harad region and the Rhun region at that time, using their own abilities to prevent the Dark Lord Sauron from gathering a more powerful army, and had contributed their own strength during the War of the Ring.

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"My Lord, my Lord, my name is Rabat, and I am the leader here. Just a few years ago, an old man in a blue robe came to my tribe, claiming to be the Wizard Alatar. He told me about the atrocities of the Dark Lord Sauron and also said that the Dark Lord would be defeated one day, asking us to organize and resist the Dark Lord's rule. Now I am willing, I am willing, please spare my life."

Speaking of this, Rabat quietly raised his head and glanced at Allen. Under the moonlight, what he saw was a young face, and he could not help but feel suspicious in his heart, because Alatar had once told him that all Wizards were old men.

The words Rabat shouted in desperation were just to strive for a chance to live. In the customs of the Easterlings, after a tribe was conquered, the leader was almost certainly going to die, and in order to intimidate the newly joined tribesmen and slaves, the leader usually died very miserably. He was still young and did not want to die.

After seeing Allen cast a spell, the desperate Rabat suddenly remembered one thing, which was that a few years ago, a blue-robed old man had suddenly come to his territory and preached many things that seemed rebellious at the time. Rabat, who was still living by believing in Sauron at the time, naturally could not let such a thing happen.

The commander Rabat was loyal to at the time was a loyal believer of Morgoth. What could he, who had no faith, do? During this process, Rabat tentatively chatted with Alatar, wanting to delay some time, but in the end, the blue-robed old man still ran away.

During the pursuit, Rabat saw Alatar use Magic similar to Allen's, just not as powerful. Through the same spell, he felt that the leader in front of him should be a companion of that blue-robed old man, so he tentatively begged for mercy. Even if it wasn't, what would it hurt to try? He was about to die miserably anyway.

From Rabat's words, Allen confirmed some things. It seemed that those two Blue Wizards were indeed still active in the enemy's stronghold; at least they should not have failed yet. He might be able to find a way to contact them and increase some chips for resisting Sauron.

However, he did not have time to deal with these things now. Looking at Rabat, who was still kneeling on the ground, Allen said to Alayen: "Have Brendon take five hundred men to escort these people back to Heidelberg and give them the lowest treatment. If any signs of resistance are found, kill them without exception. If there is a shortage of manpower, you can let those rescued slaves help us. After Brendon arrives at Heidelberg, have him bring the soldiers back. The others follow me to head north to support Bandak."

After finishing speaking, Allen mounted his horse and rode toward the outside of the camp. Upon hearing that he would not have to die, the bound Rabat quietly breathed a sigh of relief, while simultaneously thinking bitterly in his heart: "That bastard Ashur lied to me, actually making me face such a powerful enemy. If I had known it would be like this, I wouldn't have come to this side of Rhovanion even if it killed me. Now look at this, for the sake of a little wine and a few dozen sets of Iron Armor, I've ended up a prisoner. How I'm going to survive from here on out is a problem."

Rabat, who was slowly becoming dejected, raised his hand to watch Allen's figure growing further and further away, and his thoughts became active once again.

"Perhaps this powerful Wizard might actually accept me, who knows? Didn't he not kill me?"