Chapter 80: Andoxia, hurry, this is a great opportunity! (24)

Creak—creak~~~

Amid the sound of turning wheels, a large group of Crescent Knights escorted the lord of Crescent City, pulling four ox carts tightly covered with coarse cloth, all the way to the south side of Crescent City at the Coldwater River bank.

Because the news had been announced in advance, the whole of Crescent City was in an uproar.

Any idle citizens of Crescent City followed the procession, intending to broaden their horizons.

Two or three thousand people followed them.

Around one o'clock in the afternoon, the party reached the Coldwater River bank.

This is the narrowest point of the Coldwater River, only sixty or seventy meters wide, and because it is the dry season in winter, the water is shallow and the surface is covered with thick ice.

About one kilometer across the river lies a densely forested mountain range.

On the grassland across the river, many wooden human-shaped targets had been set up in advance—over fifty of them, scattered sparsely along the riverbank grass slope.

Upon arrival, the four ox carts were lined up side by side on the riverbank, the coarse cloth lifted to reveal massive square boxes made of thick planks nailed together, each box having an opening through which its contents could be seen.

This must be the powerful weapon brought by the Princess, and no matter what weapon it is, its size is certainly not small, and it is undoubtedly very heavy.

The deep ruts left by the ox carts clearly prove this.

While the ox carts were being set up, in the forest across the river, Forest Spirit warriors and traitorous human soldiers hid in the gloom, holding their breath, silently observing the humans on the riverbank.

This included not only Forest Spirit warriors from each tribe, but also shamans of the Forest Spirit tribe.

They might not know the human Eagle Eye technique, but through witchcraft they could borrow the sight of trained hawks, so that over twenty black hawks circled high above in an inconspicuous kilometer-high altitude.

One of those black hawks belonged to the Forest Spirit Prophet Mbahate.

He did not come alone; behind him followed a huge object cleverly disguised with vegetation, and around him stood a dozen or so Forest Spirit warriors.

Through the black hawk's viewpoint, he closely monitored the situation across the river.

He saw the ox carts and also the huge wooden boxes on them.

After a brief observation, his apprehension dissipated by more than half.

"Hey~ I thought it was something formidable, but it's just a clumsy iron turtle."

The Forest Spirits, famed for agility and speed, fight in mountain guerrilla warfare; even if the enemy's heavy device is powerful enough to slay a dragon, as long as they keep moving, it cannot hit the Forest Spirit warriors.

He also saw Ted's eldest son.

He wore a set of exquisite and sturdy armor, his whole body gleaming with silver light, and was tightly surrounded by the Crescent Knights, who each held thick pure‑steel shields.

He couldn't help but snort contemptuously: "What a coward!"

For the past half month, this fellow has been holed up in the castle; otherwise, he would have long ago found a chance to curse him to death with a voodoo doll.

Of course, it's not too late for him to come out now!

By closely observing the opponent's appearance through the black hawk, Mbahate's ten fingers began to fly rapidly.

In his palm, a lifelike grass doll was quickly taking shape, exactly resembling the young baron far away.

Even before acquiring Stone Tablet Power, he was already a very powerful Forest Spirit shaman.

His voodoo sorcery as a shaman was also highly practiced.

Relying on this, he controlled the Phoenix, forcing this human‑frightened wretch, unwilling yet helpless, to bring his people to join the battle.

At this moment, the four ox carts were finally set up.

The wooden boxes from the carts were unloaded onto the riverbank, reinforced with wooden supports and filled with earth, standing every thirty meters—appearing as four extremely crude square huts.

Mbahate grew ever more contemptuous: "Just four shrinking turtles—what use are they?"

Then the Crescent Knights began to drive away the irrelevant onlookers, pushing the crowd onto a dirt hill three hundred meters away.

Mbahate estimated that the weapon demonstration was about to begin.

Sure enough, not long after, a loud shout from a Crescent Knight came from the opposite bank of the Coldwater River.

Sure enough, not long after, a loud roar of a Crescent Moon Knight came from the opposite bank of the Coldwater River.

As those words were spoken, Mbahate saw a large number of white‑gold light spheres burst forth simultaneously from the wooden boxes on the riverbank.

Each white‑gold light sphere is about the size of a jujube, flies faster than an ordinary arrow, and appears with astonishing frequency—estimated at about four per second.

Each platinum light ball is about the size of a honey date, its flight speed is considerably faster than an ordinary arrow, its appearance frequency is astonishingly high, estimated to spew out four per second.

In an instant, the surface of the Coldwater River was covered with a multitude of white‑gold light spheres, which in the blink of an eye crossed the river's fifty‑ to sixty‑meter width and struck the wooden targets on the grassy slope across the bank.

In an instant, the surface of the Coldwater River was covered with a large number of platinum light balls, and these light balls, in the blink of an eye, crossed the fifty- to sixty-meter-wide Coldwater River and flew onto the wooden target on the grassy slope on the opposite bank.

A strange sound rang out continuously, and on the wooden targets could be seen vast arcs of lightning wreaking havoc.

These lightning arcs easily ignited the wood, turning it into blazing torches.

In less than ten seconds, over fifty wooden targets all became torches, while the white‑gold light spheres continued to rage, incessantly sweeping the lawn.

Thus, the grass on the whole lawn was set ablaze, flames raging, interlaced with abundant exploding lightning arcs that spread like a spider's web over the entire lawn.

Mbahate felt a slight jolt in his heart: "How can there be such immense lightning power?"

A single lightning sphere is nothing; he could easily block it. Blocking a dozen or so poses no problem.

But in the past ten seconds, the total number of lightning spheres fired from the four ox carts has exceeded 160.

This power already far exceeds his limit, enough to instantly reduce him to charcoal.

But soon, Mbahate regained his composure.

"The power is indeed strong, but these are all magical attacks, and my Dragon Warrior's hide is very thick."

Dragon Warriors fear neither blades nor arrows nor most common spells; unless faced with a greater force, they are indestructible iron lumps that cannot be killed or stopped.

However, the baron still possesses a very sharp arrow, so if they really fight, whether he can win will depend on luck.

But no matter what, the powerful magical device brought by the Princess poses little threat to his Dragon Warrior.

Opposite bank of the Coldwater River.

The lightning spheres still haven't stopped, continuously erupting as if they possessed inexhaustible power.

The lightning ball still hadn't stopped; it kept shooting, as if it possessed endless power.

The wild grass on the opposite bank had already been burned away, but the lightning continued to rage, so the soil on the ground began to show signs of melting.

Although not much, it was already extremely terrifying.

On the high ground beside the bank, the Crescent Moon territory's people who were watching fell silent, their eyes full of hopeful anticipation.

Fortunately, fortunately, this is the lord's weapon; if the Forest Spirit possessed this thing, it would simply be unbearable.

The Crescent Moon Knights also said nothing.

Anyone with combat experience knows that encountering the interception of these magical devices during a plains charge would simply be the worst nightmare!

Even in the mountain forest, it was as silent as if even the mountain wind had been frightened into holding its breath.

Finally, the lightning orb on the ox cart roared for a full minute, turning the opposite grass slope into a sheet of scorching hot scorched earth.

The original log target had long since disappeared, leaving not even a trace.

A Crescent Moon Knight shouted loudly: "Weapon demonstration over, return to town!"

With those words, Mubahate noticed two people walking out of each of the four square wooden houses on the bank.

The two walked one after the other, carrying a very clumsy and heavy wooden box on a wooden pole.

It was clear the box was extremely heavy, causing the thick wooden pole to wobble.

Judging by the situation, it must weigh at least over a hundred kilograms.

Four wooden boxes, eight people, carried the four heavy wooden boxes back to the ox cart's bed.

At that moment, Mubahate's heart suddenly jolted.

Because the super weapon's power had temporarily been exhausted, and the Baron had fewer than a hundred Crescent Moon Knights beside him.

Although that is not few, there is still a considerable gap compared to their full-strength organized fighting force.

"So, now is the perfect time to strike!"

He immediately roared at the two-meter-tall giant beside him: "Anduxia, the time is ripe!"

Anduxia, still awed by the lightning weapon's immense power, froze upon hearing this: "Seer, can we beat them?"

He does not know how to handle hawks, so he cannot see the details on the opposite bank clearly.

Mubahate quickly explained: "The lightning weapon's power has been exhausted, and it is extremely heavy, so it no longer poses a threat!"

"Moreover, there are many civilians on the opposite side hindering them, and the Baron's guard knights number only a hundred!"

Upon hearing this, Anduxia's eyes lit up instantly: "Seer, you are absolutely right!"

Mubahate shouted: "So, it's now!"

Anduxia immediately bellowed: "Begin the operation!"

Upon those words, the dozen or so Forest Spirit warriors at his side immediately pulled out the conch horns hanging from their waists and blew them hard.

"Woooo~~~"

The loud horn blast echoed through the mountain forest, startling a large flock of birds into flight.

Following the horn blast, the first wave of warriors charged out of the forest, namely the human Knights and their senior knight subordinates.

Their numbers were truly small, the four great Knights together totaling only thirty.

They charged out on horseback, the hooves striking the hard frozen ground, producing a 'thump-thump-thump' reverberation.

On the opposite bank of the Cold Water River, a sharp-eyed civilian immediately noticed the situation and shouted loudly: "Cavalry~~ cavalry~~ what fast cavalry! ~"

Luosen gazed toward the opposite bank and saw a group of human cavalry charging out of the forest, both men and horses gleaming with a faint metallic luster.

They had all drunk the Dragon's Blessing potion; it seemed Mubahate was truly going all out.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, grinned, and said: "What a bunch of lackeys!"

In any world, lackeys are the most pitiful, for they are destined to be cannon fodder!

(End of chapter)