Chapter 297: Retreat

With the silver light bursting, Allen descended from the sky and appeared in front of Jormungandr, holding a cold-glinting long sword in his hand.

Looking at that thick layer of yellow light, his face was full of solemnity.

"Last time it was a charm witch, this time you give me a turtle shell that doesn't eat oil or salt, right."

If he wasn't mistaken, the chain lightning he just released was directly bounced off by the opponent's body-protecting Qi shield, and the power was all scattered and splashed onto those Python Fang behind him.

The abilities of these three commanders of the Dark Cult really each had their own characteristics, which could deal with various special situations, and they were really not easy to deal with.

It was no wonder that the defense line of the Kingdom of Nord collapsed so quickly. Relying on the strength of this one country alone, under the fierce attack of the Dark Cult, it was estimated that it wouldn't even be able to hold out for half a year.

Jormungandr, who was suddenly attacked, looked at the figure that suddenly appeared in front of him. He didn't show much surprise, but rubbed his eyes repeatedly, then looked at Allen's appearance carefully, and suddenly burst into laughter.

After about ten seconds, he said to Allen in a friendly tone: "Ha, I know, you are that heartless man who is talked about by Hel every day, right? Amazing, amazing. I haven't seen many men who can make that witch suffer. Let's have a drink together some other day."

This made Allen a bit confused. The other party didn't show any hostility towards him at all. Could it be that he also wanted to win him over like that witch?

However, before Allen could make any response, the axe-hammer in Jormungandr's hand was raised high, and his voice suddenly became high-pitched.

"However, I still have a mission to complete now, and you blocked the direction I was moving forward, so we can only have a good fight!!"

As he spoke, his burly figure rushed towards Allen like a reckless rhinoceros, his heavy feet stepping out muffled sounds.

And those Python Fang who were waiting for orders also followed their commander closely.

This feels right!!

Looking at the many enemies rushing towards him, Allen didn't say any nonsense, stretched out his left hand rapidly, and with a flash of red light, the surging, scorching flames swept across the entire street in front of the city gate like dragon breath.

In the incredibly shocked eyes of the defenders, the hot heat wave rushed forward until it reached outside the high wall before it barely stopped.

Since you don't eat electricity, then enjoy the baptism of flames.

Jormungandr's burly figure passed through the fiercely burning flames and suddenly appeared in front of Allen, the axe-hammer reflecting the red light smashing towards him like thunder.

His unique strength made him not suffer from flame burns, but the constantly rippling yellow light showed that enduring the temperature of these flames was not so easy.

Facing the enemy's lightning-fast attack, Allen, with the help of the wind, left a residual image on the stone slab to dodge the fatal axe-hammer. While dodging the attack, the long sword emitting white light in his hand stabbed straight at the opponent's face, which had no armor protection.

With a "bang," the unstoppable axe-hammer smashed the stone slab on the ground into pieces.

With a "shhh" sound, the long sword that turned into a silver thread was firmly blocked by the opponent's body-protecting Qi shield. White and yellow collided violently, entangling and annihilating each other.

It was just for an instant. The soul-stirring sword edge was only less than one centimeter away from Jormungandr's face full of flesh.

Looking at the touch of cold light before his eyes, Jormungandr's originally relaxed expression became solemn. His strength came from his own years of hard training, and the hardships he had experienced were far beyond what ordinary people could compare.

Who could be beaten all year round? And then be buried in the soil all year round to practice Qi techniques?

Plus the Dark Cult's all-out cultivation, consuming countless resources and secret medicines, only then did he exchange for this body-protecting Qi shield that could be called invulnerable to swords and spears, water and fire.

According to the intelligence collected by spies in Calradia for many years, this land, which had been peaceful for a long time, shouldn't have anyone who could threaten his life.

Now, this person appeared alive in front of him. It was really seeing a ghost.

Jormungandr's arms exerted force, and the axe-hammer slashed out a fan-shaped silver light in the air, forcing back Allen, who was side-stepping to attack, and said loudly: "That woman Hel, her eye is really poisonous. The man she picked is indeed strong."

Allen, who dodged the flight in the air, also had a look of surprise in his eyes. This guy didn't eat electricity, didn't enter fire, and even his full-strength blow just now couldn't completely penetrate that layer of shield. The defensive power was simply like a turtle shell.

The key was that this guy's attack speed and movement speed were also extremely fast. If he hadn't dodged fast enough just now, he would probably have been split in two by that axe-hammer.

Allen silently pondered that if he couldn't solve it quickly, he would probably have to fight a war of attrition that he was better at.

"I have nothing to do with the Hel you mentioned."

While speaking, two more chain lightning bolts flashed, knocking down those Python Fang who had survived the flames to the ground.

Solve the small ones for you first, and then slowly grind this turtle to death.

"It's not up to you to say whether there is a relationship or not. Not many men can escape the entanglement of that witch. Friend, believe me, this is just a matter of time. Why not take advantage of now and let's divide the land of Nord together? Isn't this very good?"

Looking at the subordinates lying on the ground, Jormungandr didn't care at all. Python Fang were the cheapest top-tier troops in the Dark Cult, only needing faithful believers and secret medicines that overdraw life.

As long as weapons and armor could be built, as many as they wanted could be produced.

But the opponent's attack of releasing lightning at will made this seemingly reckless big man secretly alert. Every time he withstood such an attack, the Qi in Jormungandr's body would be consumed a lot. If there were a few more times, he would have to prepare to run away.

If Herus Fortress couldn't be captured, it couldn't be captured. He wasn't a delicate person like Hel. After a few whips, he would be almost unable to hold on.

Him? As long as you are not tired, fight as you like.

"Stop talking nonsense with me here. You sacrifice the innocent, slaughter commoners, and have blood debts. You do whatever you want for your own desires. Want me to join you? Why don't you use that axe-hammer to chop your own head off, then I'll consider it."

As he spoke, electric light crackled on Allen's hands again, and subsequently slashed over again.

"Buddy, it's meaningless for you to say that. Since we possess such powerful strength, why can't we do whatever we want? Look at that guy Ragnar, he didn't even hold out for ten moves in my hands. Why is he qualified to be King? Just because he has a King father?"

Jormungandr, who withstood a chain lightning again, felt that the situation was a bit wrong. Could the other side keep releasing electricity? But the other side was ten meters high in the air, and his figure was so agile that he had no way at all.

"Buddy, I'll give you face today, let's not fight, let's not fight. Also, give you a piece of advice, leave here as soon as possible. The High Priest is rushing here. The Jelberg Castle in the south has probably been captured by Fenrir now. Hel is leading troops in Sargoth. This place is already a dead end. Leave as soon as possible if you can. See you later."

After speaking, Jormungandr dragged his axe-hammer and ran towards the city gate without looking back, shouting loudly while running.

"Brothers, those who can still stand, follow me and run. What are you waiting for, waiting to be struck by lightning? Run, run."

Under the mixed double attack of Allen's flames and lightning, less than half of the Python Fang who could still stand remained. These Dark Cultists who had experienced various hardships, looking at the leader who took the lead in fleeing, followed without any hesitation.

Subsequently, Jormungandr knocked open the Nord army that had gathered at the city gate again, and ran away with his subordinates in a puff of smoke.

Haringoth, standing on the city wall, looked at such a dramatic scene and sat on the ground with a decadent face. His strength, his subordinates, were simply vulnerable in the battle just now.

The enemy's retreat seemed to be entirely the credit of Commander Allen alone.

And the other party's strength was already so powerful that Haringoth couldn't ask, didn't dare to ask, why he didn't pursue. Such a blow made him deeply fall into self-doubt.

"Haringoth, take the time to arrange for people to clean up the battlefield. My subordinates will help you. After you are busy, I have some things to discuss with you."

Looking at the young man who fell into thought, Allen was also a bit helpless. The strength of the Dark Cult was indeed too powerful, and they had been planning for many years. For the current Kingdom of Nord, it was simply crushing.

"Okay, I know. Thank you for your help, Commander Allen."

No matter what, Haringoth was also a noble youth who had received a complete education. Under Allen's reminder, he barely recovered and began to order his subordinates loudly to save the wounded, repair the city gate, and by the way, hack to death those enemies who were not yet dead.

And at this time, Rolf and Dantis led the warriors of the mercenary group and also arrived here.

Their speed was not slow. With the help of the watchtower, they even started preparing when the enemy attacked the city.

But putting on equipment and checking weapons always required some time. When Allen led the army to the west gate of Herus Fortress, because the guards there didn't receive orders, they didn't dare to let anyone into the city.

Only Allen flew in directly from the air.

It wasn't until the messenger sent by Haringoth arrived at the west city gate that Rolf and Dantis were able to enter the city, and at that time, Allen had already clashed with Jormungandr.

It was just that the city gate was broken too fast under Jormungandr's crazy attack. If Allen hadn't flown fast enough, he might not even have had the chance to support.

By then, it would have been a cruel street battle like a meat grinder.

Fortunately, such a thing didn't happen.

By the time everything in the city was packed up, the sky had gradually darkened. Allen, who was treating the seriously wounded, was led by the messenger to the banquet hall of Herus Fortress.

The flickering flames in the fireplace licked the pitch-black stone bricks, also dispelling the biting chill of the winter night.

Allen, holding a wooden cup, drank a cup of ale specialty of the Kingdom of Nord, looked at the burly man sitting opposite him, and started the conversation.

"I think Lord Haringoth must be very curious why I didn't pursue and kill the opponent's general."

Tonight, he had a suggestion he hoped the other party would adopt, so he prepared to reveal some information about the Dark Cult to show his sincerity.

"Indeed, I have some questions. However, today's crisis was entirely thanks to Commander Allen, which preserved the safety of the castle. You naturally have your concerns."

He really wanted to know, but didn't dare to ask directly. Today the enemy retreated, but what about tomorrow? Those ten thousand people hadn't left and had already set up camp outside.

What the other side thought was no longer important. What was important was how to keep the other side to help him guard the family fortress.

"There's nothing to be concerned about. The enemy who led the army to attack the city today should be Jormungandr, one of the three major commanders of the Dark Cult. You have seen how powerful his strength is. The city gate is like a decoration in front of this demon. I don't have much confidence in being able to kill the opponent quickly, and I can't take the head of a general in the middle of ten thousand troops, so I can only let him leave."

The strength Allen currently possessed was powerful, but his body was still fragile. Facing the covering fire of strong bows and crossbows, he could only rely on the power of the wind to defend. It was just that this couldn't last long and was not without loopholes.

Plus the opponent didn't show any signs of defeat and retreated, and the number of enemy troops outside the city was overwhelmingly superior to his own. Under such circumstances, going to pursue a turtle shell with extremely high defense was too risky.

Haringoth nodded at such an explanation and didn't say much.

At this time, all he was thinking about was how to keep the other party. Should he give wealth? Or give territory and titles? He was wavering.

However, Allen's next words directly shattered his fantasy.

"I don't know if you heard the information revealed by the other party before leaving. He said that Sargoth has been surrounded. Ragnar once sent a letter to us saying that large-scale enemy troops appeared on the outskirts of Sargoth. This should be true.

There is another thing, which is Jelberg Castle. I just used my ability to observe it. It has indeed fallen. The corpse of Alayen has been hung on the city gate to deter those Nord people who have surrendered. All signs indicate that this place has become a dead end, so I hope you will take people and leave with me.

If we wait for the High Priest of the Dark Cult to arrive here, I can at most fight him to a draw. Do you have the confidence to stop Jormungandr's siege?"

As the most central castle of the second line of defense, the importance of Herus Fortress was vital, and relatively speaking, the danger was also extremely high.

Now Sargoth was surrounded, Jelberg Castle was occupied, so this place was equivalent to becoming an enclave in this war, and there were ten thousand enemy troops eyeing it outside the city gate, making the soldiers defending the city unable to move, and thus unable to pose a threat to the enemy.

If Allen tried his best, plus all the defenders of Herus Fortress were dispatched, it wasn't impossible to defeat Jormungandr's army, but in that case, he would have to exhaust all his strength here.

Allen didn't want to do this, and doing so wouldn't change the situation that the Kingdom of Nord had already suffered a crushing defeat. Retreating, retreating behind the Yu River, and letting the Vaegirs and Swadians, and even the Rhodoks, see how powerful the Dark Cult's military edge was, was the best choice at present.

So, Allen hoped that Haringoth could take the soldiers and commoners to leave with him. Jormungandr didn't have any elite cavalry, and the area near the fortress wasn't particularly suitable for pursuit. Plus, he had just beaten him up, so there was still time and opportunity to run.

If he waited for the Dark Cult's High Priest Gayev to arrive, then he really wouldn't be able to run even if he wanted to.

How could Haringoth not understand such a simple truth? The fortress he defended was vulnerable in front of the enemy, and how much stronger could that guy Alayen be than him?

If it weren't for Allen's help, his own end would probably be being hung on the city gate as well.

Now, the bloody fact had been exposed and placed in front of him. Next, it depended on how this young noble would choose. ===== CHAPTER 298 =====