Chapter 81: This is not a battle, this is a massacre! (34)

Bang bang~~bang bang bang bang~~

The sound of horse hooves thundered like thunder, 30 iron cavalry charged fiercely out of the forest.

This commotion was naturally discovered immediately by the Crescent Warriors.

The Crescent Knights also seemed greatly surprised, shouting loudly: "Defend the lord~~~retreat~~~quick retreat~~~"

Thus, a group of knights escorted the Crescent Baron, quickly retreating toward Crescent City.

Perhaps the situation was urgent, the troop appeared chaotic.

Seeing the lord turn and flee, the ordinary civilians watching were also terrified, and they all scattered, desperately running toward Crescent City.

For a moment, the situation across the Coldwater River became extremely chaotic, resembling a collapsing army.

In the forest, Mubahate watched, his blood boiling, feeling his heart thump thump thump thump, the veins on his forehead twitching.

He was extremely excited.

"Ha ha~Ted's son, I let you look down on me, I let you show off proudly in front of me, today I must kill you, ha ha ha~~"

He turned and told Andoxia beside him what he had seen.

Andoxia also vaguely saw the chaos a li away, his face flushed with excitement, feeling his whole body heat up, his chest surging with hot blood like molten lava.

He roared loudly: "Warriors, charge~~~charge out~~~don't let the human knights look down on us~"

He worried that if they charged too slowly, the baron's head would be cut off by those human knights.

Following his roar, including Andoxia, about 200 Forest Spirit warriors drank the Dragon's Blessing in their hands.

They roared, like angry lions charging out of the forest, onto the plain, pursuing the fleeing Crescent Baron across the river.

As these 200 Forest Spirit warriors burst from the forest, the situation across the Coldwater River became even more chaotic.

Ordinary civilians fled crying for their parents, the Crescent Knights retreating to protect the lord fell into complete disorder, even abandoning the four ox‑carts equipped with weapons, leaving one here, one there scattered along the road.

Anyone seeing this scene knew the Crescent Warriors were doomed; they would certainly not escape the pursuit of the Forest Spirit ambushers.

Mubahate tightly gripped the voodoo doll he had just finished weaving, his heart surging with hot blood.

"Ha ha, we won!"

This was a perfect ambush, a crushing victory with almost no battle losses!

"I originally wanted to curse you to death, but you're so useless."

"Then let the soldiers kill you, impale your corpse on a wooden stick, and bring it back to the forest as a trophy."

Behind the 200 Forest Spirit warriors followed about 2000 ordinary Forest Spirit soldiers.

These soldiers included men and women, seventy percent belonged to the Heg Tribe, thirty percent to the Nalin Tribe; among the combined over ten thousand of the two tribes, the strongest and most capable fighters were all present.

This time, it was a desperate counterattack by the two Forest Spirit tribes after being driven to desperation by the Crescent Baron.

If unsuccessful, it would mean extermination of the tribe.

Under survival pressure, the Forest Spirits surged forward.

Among them, the Forest Spirits of the Heg Tribe charged the fiercest and shouted the loudest, quickly reaching the front of the formation.

The Forest Spirits only regretted not charging fast enough, letting the human baron escape.

When the first batch of human baron reached the ice surface of the Coldwater River, all participating Forest Spirit soldiers charged out of the forest.

Adding up to nearly 2300 warriors, of whom 230 were fearsome Dragon Warriors; on White Sturgeon Island they already formed an overwhelmingly powerful force.

In the past, this force would have been enough to assault Crescent City head‑on.

"Kill~~~charge~~~"

The rebel soldiers roared madly, as if venting all the repression and fear of the past half month.

Mubahate again looked at the frantically fleeing Crescent Knights, and saw the Crescent City baron riding a warhorse, escorted by a group of elite knights, galloping away.

"He's running fast, but still nowhere near as fast as a Dragon Knight."

According to the speed difference between the two sides, the Dragon Knights would soon catch up to the Crescent Baron and cut him down from his horse.

But just then, an unexpected event occurred!

The situation suddenly underwent a startling change.

Out of nowhere a hundred‑man squad appeared, moving at extreme speed like a sharp dagger, thrusting from behind into the rear of the Forest Spirit soldiers.

At the same time, the sound of horse hooves rumbled like thunder from the front side: "Rumble—"

Mubahate startled, turned his head, and saw a cavalry of 200 men charging in from the flank, the leading knight precisely the Forest Spirits' old rival, Knight Commander Kade Lin.

Unlike before, this cavalry was extremely fast, even faster than the Dragon Knights, like a sickle darting ahead to block the Dragon Knights' path.

This would be fine, after all only 300 appeared, while they themselves had over 2000 warriors.

But just then, the four temporary wooden huts by the river began to emit electricity!

It was the same electricity as shown earlier.

Not only did the ox‑cart covers emit electricity, but the hundred‑man regiment behind the Forest Spirit warriors also began to emit electricity, even more fiercely and densely! "Zila~zila~~zila~~~"

Countless electric balls began to ravage the plain, their range reaching nearly 300 meters.

For a moment, electric ravage blocked the Forest Spirit soldiers' front, sealing off a 300‑meter radius, not only blocking the path but also sealing the area.

Electric ravage also struck the rear, blocking the retreat while likewise sealing a 300‑meter radius; the two electric fields almost merged together.

Faced with this dense net of light, all evasion and defense were futile; every operation lost its meaning.

Mubahate saw the agile Forest Spirit soldiers collapse like cut grass.

Looking at the hundred‑man regiment, its formation was clear: shield bearers in front, crossbowmen behind.

While firing and advancing, they resembled a death god harvesting lives; thus the frontline knight unit, with greater strength, better weapons, and superior gear, blocked the Dragon Warriors' spearhead.

In the rear and middle, the deadly light net frenziedly harvested lives, leaving no room to fight or flee! Only one minute!

Over 2300 rebel soldiers fell half, the rest collapsing rapidly.

Whether expendable human knights, brave Heg Tribe members, or unwilling Nalin Tribe members who still took the field, all were slaughtered without distinction.

Too fast! The change is really too fast! So fast that Mbabate didn't even have time to take out the secret weapon he had been crafting, and didn't even have time to cast voodoo sorcery; ordinary Forest Spirit warriors, those fine young men, all died completely, turning into charcoal.

This isn't even a battle; it's a massacre!

Mbabate's mood plummeted from the peak straight into the abyss.

He heard Fenikesi's angry roar: "Retreat~ retreat~~ withdraw to the forest!"

He also heard Andoxia's tragic howl: "Kill~~ kill ah~"

Mbabate took a deep breath: "Since we've come to this point, regardless of victory or defeat, we can only fight to the end!"

With a thought, the secret weapon he had prepared for half a month finally appeared.

"Crack~~"

A huge beast resembling a giant lizard, its body gleaming with metallic luster, burst out from the thicket.

Its shoulder height exceeded 6 meters, its body length over 10 meters; it moved with heavy steps, rushing out of the forest at a speed that seemed slow but was actually somewhat faster than a galloping horse.

Its first target was to slam violently into the hundred-strong regiment that was slaughtering the Forest Spirit warriors.

"Boom~ boom~ boom~ boom~"

Under that heavy sound, this big guy advanced like a tank from another world, with an aura of destroying everything.

Yuepu glanced at it, his heart leapt: "What is this?"

Just look at its fierce momentum and huge body—if it charged into the regiment, it would surely carve a bloody path!

Deputy Regiment Commander Harry immediately shouted: "It's a combat puppet~ dispel~~ dispel it now~"

"Mmm~~ mmm~~~"

One after another, dispel spells were hurled at the giant beast, but they had absolutely no effect.

Harry's face turned pale: "Its magic resistance is too high! I can't dispel it!"

Yuepu immediately bellowed: "Scatter~ scatter~~"

Before his words faded, an indifferent yet pleasant voice came from beside: "Hand him over to me, Regiment Commander Yuepu."

As he spoke, a squad of black-clad warriors emerged from an invisible curtain.

The leader of the warriors was none other than the strikingly memorable black-clad battle mage, Miss Akali.

At that moment, she was surrounded by a faint glow, leading a ten-person black-clad mage squad as they glided across the grass at great speed.

She then, with extreme agility, arced in a crescent path to strike the beast's flank.

She then pointed her staff: "Shatter."

Her voice was icy and indifferent.

The black-clad battle mages behind her almost simultaneously cast their spells.

Ten staffs moved in unison, ten beams of metallic dark light thrusting forth like neatly aligned magical spears.

Though it was a battle, it displayed a moving, captivating beauty.

When those beams of dark light struck the giant beast, it instantly began to tremble and shake, its metallic sheen quickly fading from its surface, then it dissolved into a heap of lifeless clay.

After the beast collapsed, Akali didn't linger; she merely glanced at Deputy Regiment Commander Harry before turning and drifting away.

Being looked at like that, Harry felt a shiver run through him, his heart filling with a complex mix of frustration and awe.

He couldn't fathom how there could be such a coldly beautiful and powerful female mage! "Slap~"

Someone patted his shoulder—it was Regiment Commander Yuepu: "Come to your senses, Harry; that's a woman you can never have."

Harry turned his head with a wry smile: "Don't talk nonsense, Commander; I don't want to get knocked out in my sleep."

As he knew, Commander Akali's status among the New Moon Warriors was outrageously high; those barbaric ruffians wouldn't tolerate anyone uttering even a hint of blasphemy about her.

He shook his head, adjusted his mindset, and continued fighting—oh wait, slaughter.

In the woods, Mbabate stared blankly at the clay on the ground, then blankly at the dwindling Forest Spirit warriors, his gaze gradually focusing.

"What a cruel and merciless trap."

"But Baron, have you considered how to counter the voodoo master's desperate strike?!"

In a low voice, he picked up the grass-woven doll he had just finished weaving.

(End of chapter)