Chapter 157

"Di... Divine Punishment?" The heirs also froze.

The tribe indeed recorded countless instances of gods descending with revelations and punishments.

But this was the first time they had witnessed it with their own eyes.

Moreover, they were not even certain if it was truly a Divine Punishment.

And in the brief moment of their stunned silence, the guards below had already completely lost all restraint.

In fact, once the cries of Divine Punishment spread, even if the heirs had the will to restrain them, it would have been futile.

Because in the hearts of the tribe members, a Divine Punishment was surely more terrifying than anything else.

Even death did not seem so frightening in the face of a Divine Punishment.

"The effect is actually this good?"

Gervas had not expected the effect after using 'Wrath of the Sea God' to be so good.

He had originally just wanted to rely on the explosion to injure the enemy, then bring about massive casualties to deter them.

But these guys had actually imagined some kind of Divine Punishment, terrified themselves, and collapsed immediately.

However, thinking about it, this actually seems quite normal.

Tonight the moon was bright and the stars sparse, with not a cloud in the sky for ten thousand li.

Explosives made from Blue Scale Sea Beast scale powder could emit white light and a roar; wasn't that a Divine Punishment?

Were not the guards blown away earlier the miserable aftermath of suffering a Divine Punishment?

At this moment, not only were the guards below the high platform terrified, but even the other tribe soldiers who had originally surrounded Gervas and the others had all retreated in fear.

"What are you still standing there for? Charge up and catch those guys!"

Gervas knew the opportunity could not be missed and immediately ordered his subordinates to charge up the high platform.

Next, without any surprise, although the heirs wanted to resist, after Lei Meng took the lead and slashed several personal guards to death, he directly intimidated these guys!

"Tie them all up!"

At Gervas's command, more than a dozen tribe heirs were bound like zongzi dumplings.

With long swords held at the necks of these guys, they went directly to the main gate of the camp.

At this moment, the guards and soldiers who had just recovered their wits began to surround them again.

Although they did not dare to advance, they also did not dare to leave.

"Listen well, go immediately and tell your respective leaders: if they want their heirs to live, they must immediately stop attacking the noble army!"

"Otherwise, they will never see these heirs again!"

"Alright, I will take your heirs for a walk first! If anyone dares to block my departure, I will not mind chopping off a few fingers from your heirs and sending them to you!"

"Does anyone have an objection now?"

An objection?

Of course there was none.

Facing Gervas's words, the guards and tribe soldiers were immediately intimidated, watching Gervas and his group leave with their eyes wide open.

"The young masters have all been taken away by those noble soldiers; what should we... what should we do now?"

"What else can we do? Hurry and notify the leaders! If the young masters meet with an accident, our families will be finished!!"

The guards and soldiers trembled one by one; some followed Gervas secretly from a distance, while others spurred their horses hard towards the noble camp where Xiong Xiongliehuo burned in the distance.

"Haha, satisfying, truly satisfying! We actually succeeded!"

"Yes, so many tribe savages, yet we three hundred-plus people managed to capture these heirs!"

"Haha, isn't that because of the secret weapon my lord prepared? That Wrath of the Sea God is truly formidable!"

"That's right, our my lord is simply too wise!"

Laughter echoed across the wilderness; Knight Mi Gen and others held the more than a dozen tribe heirs beside them, the curve of their mouths barely containable.

With these heirs, the safety of the Storm Legion was absolutely secure.

Moreover, capturing heirs from the enemy camp would be enough for them to brag about for decades upon their return!

"By the way, my lord, will those tribe leaders really stop attacking our noble army?"

"There is a seventy percent chance!"

Gervas naturally did not have a one hundred percent guarantee.

However, seventy percent was actually already enough.

After all, if they did not take a gamble, there would not even be a ten percent chance!

"Commander my lord, the legion can hardly hold on; the number of tribe army troops is truly too great; they are about to pierce through our formation!"

At the same time, in the central army camp, over ten thousand kingdom troops were trapped in the northeast corner of the camp.

Although they were still holding on desperately at this moment, everyone clearly knew that they were in grave danger.

After the camp was breached, Narsi organized his subordinates to begin breaking out and retreating.

However, these tribal savages were very shrewd; at first, they deliberately opened a gap to allow part of the noble entourage to escape.

Then, after confirming they could swallow all the remaining nobles in one gulp, they immediately blocked the gap completely.

In this way, the noble army trapped inside the camp would soon be annihilated by them.

Of course, the tribe savages did not intend to let go of those nobles who were let escape.

On the periphery, five or six thousand troops would conduct the pursuit and slaughter.

As for whether this number was too small.

There was absolutely no need to worry, because the nobles who thought they had escaped the encirclement would immediately lose their unity.

When danger strikes, they only think of fleeing, hoping to outrun their comrades and let their companions become stumbling blocks to hold back the pursuing enemy.

"Everyone, since the main army can no longer hold out, let us fight these damned tribesmen to the death!" Narsi's eyes revealed grim determination!

"That's right! Killing one is enough to break even; killing two means we've made a profit!" Hearing Narsi's shout, some nobles with courage immediately responded, readying themselves to face death.

Of course, a small number of cowardly nobles trembled in fear and could not summon the courage.

Narsi did not look down on these nobles; instead, he spoke to remind them, "My lords, everyone must remember: we are now facing tribal savages. In fighting them, I would rather die on the battlefield than be captured by these tribal savages!"

"Because Baron Liven and the other nobles before us are the best examples. If captured by savages, the fate awaiting us will be far more painful than death!"

Hearing this reminder, several cowardly nobles shuddered, and their eyes gradually grew firm.

That's right; dying on the battlefield is absolutely better than being captured by tribal savages.

Seeing them rally their fighting spirit, Commander Narsi felt relieved, drew the longsword at his waist, and prepared to launch a final assault.

"Everyone, since you are ready, then for the glory of the knights, let us begin our final battle!"

"Good! For glory!"

One by one, the nobles drew their long swords and raised them high, moments away from following Narsi in a charge to cut into the enemy ranks!

Wooooo!

However, just at that moment, a horn blast suddenly came from the opposite side.

With the horn blast, the tribal soldiers who had been fiercely attacking them retreated like a receding tide.

The nobles, seeing this, were stunned; even the soldiers on the battlefield who were on the verge of collapse were equally at a loss.

"This... what is happening?"

"I don't know? Could it be that these tribesmen are intimidated by our spirit of facing death without flinching?"

"..."