Chapter 438: The crisis is over
After confirming that Sir Hungry Wolf had been killed, Alan sat down on the ground. By this time the battle in the village was also coming to an end, with two of Truluff's men killed by Reges and Willik, and Belmode and Kira with the rest of the warriors to defeat Duruff's army, which, despite their small numbers, was superior to their firepower and the presence of Belmode, a haunting assassin, almost a lingering nightmare for the enemy.
In the end, the army of hungry wolves left behind nearly 200 corpses, and the rest fled the village after seeing Truf killed in battle. After all, Allen's side lacked troops and could not pursue, so he could only let them escape.
Regis came up to Alan and said, "You look like a wolf." β
Allen's body was blown up by Truf's Blue Flame Demon Wolf in many places, and he looked like a natural wolf, and he snorted when he heard this: "Don't talk about cool words, if you don't do it well, you still want people to beat you down." β
Regis smacked his lips and didn't continue to retort.
The rain gradually subsided, and at dawn, it stopped completely. In a bungalow, Alan and the others were given time to recuperate, and when they saw that it was already dark, they set off again.
The battle is not over yet.
Forty or fifty kilometers from the village occupied by hungry wolves, an army struggled through the muddy jungle. Due to heavy rainfall, the forest floor is almost indistinguishable from mud. Horses could not gallop freely in this terrain, and even soldiers had to step on the mud one foot at a time.
"It's infuriating!" On a horse with a harness on it, a man in armor shook his fist and shouted, "Is it even against me?" This rain has slowed down our journey for nearly a day! β
"There's no way around it, sir." A knight next to him said helplessly, he had even dismounted from his horse and led the horse to walk.
Many of the horsemen dismounted and walked, and the soft mud was full of traps, and many knights had already fallen before and appeared in front of the soldiers. On the horse, there was only the commander who insisted on his image, and he said in a deep voice: "No matter what, we must meet Sir Truve today." Otherwise, no one can afford the wrath of Lord Daniel. So, go full speed ahead! β
"Yes, sir!"
Despite the order to go full throttle, in such an environment, even if everyone increased their speed, it was very limited. In the midst of such a march, it was already noon when the army came out of the forest. Both horses and men were already tired, and the commander could only stop the army to rest. They sat in the shade of a tree at the edge of the forest, enduring the mosquito nuisance after the rain, and took time to eat dry food to make sure they had enough body to keep going.
At this moment, a small team appeared in the scout's sight. The team carried the banner of the Hungry Wolf Baron, and the soldiers of that team all had their heads bowed, their torn armor covered in mud and blood, and they looked like they had just lost a battle. The Scout's heart tightened for no reason.
"My lord, my lord's wrong!"
The commander, who was resting, suddenly heard someone shouting and stood up abruptly. One of the scouts ran over in amazement, and after a few breaths, he shouted: "Baron Duruff is dead!" β
The commander thought he had misheard, how could that man, who was second only to Viscount Daniel in combat power, be killed in battle. Even if Count Oban was to come in person, at least he could have escaped back. The commander immediately grabbed the scout by the collar: "Who told you this news!" β
"It's the baron's soldiers, only a small group of them escaped, and they brought the baron's body with them."
"Where are they?"
Moments later, the commander met the demoralized soldiers. Like puppets that have lost their strength, they sit on the ground with their heads crossed. Beside him sat a wooden raft with a blackened corpse. The Commander walked over, and although the body was charred black, some of the features on his body were still there, such as the fact that Duruff still retained the signs of a werewolf, which was a good proof of him.
"How so?" The commander casually pulled over a soldier, and due to the amplitude of movement, the helmet on the soldier's head fell to the ground, revealing a rare hair. Although his face was dirty, it was not difficult to see that the soldier's handsome facial features. The commander had no time to pay attention to this now, and shouted, "Who did it, who killed Sir Duruff." β
The soldier looked up at him, his eyes surprisingly calm, not at all like a defeated soldier should be. The commander suddenly realized a question, these soldiers had been keeping their heads down since just now, so their eyes were also so calm?
"You ...... Who is it? He asked subconsciously.
With a chill in his chest, the commander lowered his head, and the silver-haired soldier had an extra dagger in his hand. The dagger stabbed through his iron armor with ease, and the soldier pushed hard, sending the cold dagger into his heart. Then he hugged the commander's head and whispered in his ear: "We are the ones who killed Truluff." β
The commander tried to scream, but it seemed as if something had been sucked out of his body, and his body gradually cooled. Almost at the same time, all the soldiers sitting on the ground fled, their hands already armed with a rugged firearm. Before the commander's retinue could figure out what was happening, thick tongues of fire erupted from these guns, and immediately swept through the line of fire, sweeping the bodies of these retinues to pieces.
The sudden sound of gunfire startled the troops who remained at the edge of the forest, and the soldiers quickly stood up, but before they could react, figures emerged from all around the jungle. Belmode swept like a black cloud, and after he passed, a dozen soldiers simultaneously shot a bloody arrow from their throats, killing them one after another.
Regers struck from the other direction, his iron sword turning into a straight silver flash that cut off the army in front of him. The star knife slashed horizontally, pulled out a brilliant galaxy, and immediately killed a large number of soldiers. Willik was not willing to be defeated, and in the loud sound of the angry beast's gauntlets, human bodies were constantly blown away, and they were unable to move when they fell to the ground.
The Mountain King's troops formed a commando team, each wielding a war hammer in their hands. Being smashed by these fine iron war hammers, whether it is a horse's leg or a human body, it is the end of a flesh crack and fracture. The Darkblades are much quieter than their "ferocity", and they roam the army like ghosts, their daggers frequently pointed at the throat of the soldiers or the ribs of the unprotected armor, and they bring the soldiers down with a clean and neat manner.
Soon, there was confusion in the army, I don't know who shouted "the commander is dead", and the soldiers lost their fighting spirit. Finally, one of the soldiers screamed and fled, although he was killed by a nearby officer. But someone took the lead, and there were more and more deserters. In the end, even the officers knew that they could not maintain discipline and had to flee with the soldiers.
Leaving behind the corpses of less than 100 people, under the chaos caused by the sudden attack of Allen and others, the reinforcement force of 1,000 people finally fled without a fight. At this time, the crisis in the Oban territory was temporarily resolved.
On the waters of St. Trin, calm has returned to the sea, as the storm has passed. In this calm sea, a behemoth is driving on the surface of the sea. It was a building ship with a killer whale logo on it.
On the deck of the ship, Carlo spread his arms and felt the sea breeze blowing in his face, and he yawned and said, "It's boring, then again, how long will it be before we get to Ark Harbor." I can't wait to make a big fuss. β
"In that case, I'm afraid you'll have to endure it for another three days, young master." A bloodtooth knight next to him replied.
"Three days? It took so long! Carlo stepped on the deck hard, and the deck cracked in pieces. He snorted, "Can't this broken ship go any faster?" Not to mention three days, I think one day is too long! β
"The Breaking Wave is already our fastest ship, if we want to be faster, we can only buy a steamship from the imperial capital."
"I know, if it's three days, I'll have to have some fun." Carlo turned, and a layer of plasma floated on the deck behind him. The blood came from several men who had been hung upside down from the boat, their wrists slit. But the wound was very shallow, and the blood flowed out very slowly, but after hanging for a day and a night, three people inside had lost their breath.
The other two are barely alive, but they have also reached the dying Cheng dΓΉ.
These people are all cadres of the Blood Shark Chamber of Commerce, and they are Sal's subordinates. After Sal was personally executed by Carlo, these cadres were also arrested. Carlo hung them on the deck and let the storm ravage them all night. Coupled with blood loss, the two who are still alive can already be called strong.
"Yo, it's not dead yet, so the life of cockroaches is the most tenacious." Carlo patted one of them on the cheek and said.
The Bloodfang Knight chose to remain silent this time, and Carlo shook his head and said, "You guys are like a piece of wood, forget it, it's no fun to talk to you." I'd better have some fun with them, go, bring my baby. β
A moment later, a sailor came with a large tank. A school of piranhas swam in the tank, and Carlo draws a sword from the side of the Blood Fang Knight, chops off the arm of a nearby corpse, and throws it into the tank. The piranha in the water smelled the fishy smell and immediately surrounded it, and gnawed the arm clean in three or two clicks. Carlo laughed, "I've been hungry for a long time, hey, you." Don't say I won't give you a chance, I'll let you live if you get out of the box. β
The remaining two had fear in their eyes and shouted, "Please let us go, Master Carlo." β
As if he hadn't heard their cries, Carlo waved his hand, and the sailors lowered them down and dragged them towards the tank. The two men struggled desperately, but how could they, who were already very weak, break free from these sailors. In the end, they threw it into the tank. Immediately, there was a splash of water in the tank, followed by a cloud of blood, staining the world inside the box a terrible red.
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