The sound of horses' hooves plowed through the rugged mountains over and over again, leaving a series of hoofprints on the wet land after the rain.
The smell of blood was not diluted by the sudden rain. The muddy yellow soil on the hills was dyed blood red by the soldiers with sharp blades. The rain continuously washed away the blood in the pits, allowing them to continue down the slope and splash it along the way. on the road.
Suddenly there was a strong wind on the plain, and the crackling raindrops hit Orcus's face, which was painful.
Seeing Orkus coming on Pegasus, the Serel soldiers who were cleaning the battlefield along the way knelt down one after another.
Orkus nodded slightly to them, then continued forward.
Seeing a soldier taking off his armor and sweeping the battlefield like a mountain of corpses without any protection, Orkus called out to him.
"Where's your protection?"
The soldier who was named saluted first, and then replied respectfully: "Sir, I was destroyed by the goblin's magic, but I was lucky enough to survive."
Orkus saw the purple scars on the soldier's chest and abdomen, nodded to him, and praised him: "Loyalty and bravery are great, but I order you to retreat to the rear now and let others take over the cleaning work."
"this…"
Orkus did not expect that the soldier did not respond immediately, but hesitated.
"Why, the order of the seven sticks can't control you?"
"That's not the case!" The soldier knelt down quickly, "It's just that I have been looking forward to this war for a long time. The goblins have insulted Serel twice and three times. This time I can go into battle and kill him in person..."
"obey orders."
Orkus interrupted the soldier's statement: "There will be many battles in the future. Don't rush now. You are all the hope of the empire to dominate Mostana in the future. You should not be traded one for one by the dying enemy." way to kill.”
After sending the regretful soldier off the front line, Orkus's expression became gloomy again, no longer as warm as when he was persuading him just now.
On the hill, Orkus found Gilbatos resting on a fallen tree.
Gilbatos, who has close relationships with many nobles in Serel and has outstanding strength, acted as the protector of the light cavalry in this surprise attack on the goblins.
The advantage of an undeclared war is that when Selel's light cavalry appeared on the horizon, the Goblin army assembled nearby did not even have time to react, and were rushed to the point where they could no longer organize effective resistance. .
The ice attribute shield magic and ice attribute interference magic attached to the knight by Gilbatos can also provide defense and slow down the attack speed of surrounding enemies.
According to the magician who was watching the battle from a distance, "a cold mist crashed into the wheat field."
The goblin wheat that was waiting to be harvested was first stabbed into candied haws by the spears of the spearmen who were at the forefront, and then was thrown away by these spearmen with amazing arm strength, smashing the other goblins into confusion.
The second wave of cavalry entered with long swords in their hands, and their equestrian skills were astonishing. They used various astonishing postures to stay firmly on the horse's back so as not to fall off in the chaos. They kept bending down and slashing at Gobs who were as tall as the horse's legs. Lins.
The goblins wanted to disembowel the cavalry's horse, but the chain armor wrapped around the horse's belly was incredibly defensive. The iron tools they made could only leave white marks on it, and they were killed before they could make any other moves. The war horses trampled with their hoofs until they were no longer separated from the ground.
Later, the cavalry no longer engaged in actual equestrian slashing, but continued to sprint on horseback, relying on their sheer height and speed advantages to mercilessly hunt down the goblins.
The goblins also thought of using various horse-repelling and iron caltrops-type mechanisms to deal with the cavalry charge, but with Gilbatos, a sixth-level magician, in charge, these props basically became decorations.
"Orkus? Shouldn't you be heading to the heavy velvet territory? Why are you here?"
Gilbatos was shaken awake by his men, and saw Orkus wandering around the burning pile of corpses, and said in surprise.
"His Majesty gave me a new mission and the departure time was changed, so I came to take a look."
It was no longer the light cavalry who had made a great victory in the first battle to clean up the battlefield. As the strongest marching team in the Serel Empire, they rushed to the next location non-stop after receiving a new mission, as if they could not feel tired.
The corpses of goblins were thrown into the cremation pits that had been dug by the soldiers. Magicians who were proficient in fire magic sat down to burn these corpses that were likely to cause plague to ashes.
From time to time, they could see some goblins pretending to be dead, screaming and jumping up in the blazing fire, and rushing out of the fire in fear, but only sharp spears greeted them.
Pretending to be dead is the stupidest choice. The Serel people rarely keep prisoners. They find slaves from ordinary people in the occupied areas. Those who are resistant are usually killed on the spot.
Let alone goblins.
Goblins have been against Selel for a long time. When Forsberen was destroyed, they were the first to accuse Selel.
In the following hundreds of years, the friction between Goblins and Selel continued to escalate.
The race that the entire Mostana despised actually stepped on the empire's head and humiliated them continuously. Therefore, before the surprise attack on the goblins, many people shouted the slogan "Avenging Moment".
Orkus looked at all this with cold eyes, without any emotion in his heart.
He has no hatred towards Goblins, and has his own understanding of the grievances between Goblins and Selel.
Orcus didn't quite understand why the empire had been so resistant to talking about its history of annexing Forsberen.
A wandering ethnic group annexes the original ethnic group, replaces it, and rises to become the overlord of the entire continent. Isn't this a very good propaganda text?
However, the fact is that the empire, from top to bottom, is extremely sensitive to Forsbern, and is afraid that someone will touch him too much.
Goblins can choose to ignore the accusations and abuses against the Serel Empire. After all, the winner ultimately determines the direction of history, and the loser only deserves to live in a text that can be modified by others.
However, in this surprise attack on the Goblin coalition, everyone from top to bottom was shouting "revenge" and "reckoning", which made Orkus, a man who kept company with books all day long, a little confused.
Goblin can be a brave enemy, but it should not be an object worthy of being destroyed as a "shame" by countless people in the empire and using all means to avenge it.
And the reason is still related to Forsberen.
Orkus rubbed the corners of his eyes to soothe his tired eyes that were staring at the firelight.
He picked up a crude iron sword on the ground and looked at the enchanted pattern on it with interest.
"Wind attribute enchantment..."
As he spoke, he input his magic power and swung it twice. Suddenly, two wind blades blew out of the iron sword and rushed forward, but the strength was weak.
The Goblin Alliance has also upgraded its weapons. Enchanted weapons of this level should be used by some fairly powerful Goblin Vanguards.
A giant battle ax was found that confirmed Orcus's idea.
This size can only be used by berserker weapons. The magic enchanted on it can strengthen the user's overall strength. It should be suitable for Mithril level.
This is the power of a surprise attack. The goblins were not unprepared. Their weapon enchantments were quite good and corresponded to each level. However, they were still defeated by a sudden light cavalry and the entire army was defeated, leaving behind their helmets and armor.
Looking at the corpses on the ground, Orcus, who was thinking with a sullen face, suddenly turned around.
"I want to experiment with summoning a summoned object here."
"As long as you can control it, please."
Gilbatos was so disturbed by Orkus that he lost his sleep. He patted his muddy trouser legs, stood up and walked to Orkus, intending to see what he planned to experiment with.
Orkus was deeply impressed by the mountains of corpses and sea of blood around him, and once again decided to summon a chariot of flesh and blood.
Gilbatos knew nothing about summoning, but as an outstanding magician, he could feel the continuous flow of magic power flowing out of Orkus and converging into the void.
"Swift."
There was that sound again that made Orcus feel extremely helpless.
No summons came, and the magic power failed again.
Gilbatos frowned: "Where is the summoned object?"
Orkus said perfunctorily: "The description of my summons was wrong, so it was interrupted on its own."
Gilbatos glanced at Orcus suspiciously, finally sighed, stretched out his hand and patted Orcus on the shoulder.
"It's better to do less dangerous experiments... Kalani just got married and applied to go to the Heavy Velvet Battlefield with her husband. You should go and have a look."
The name Kalani made a crack appear on Orkus's gloomy face, and some indescribable emotions flowed on the face that was no longer young and had dark wrinkles.
His lips were slightly opened, then closed tightly. After a while, Orkus patted Gilbatos' hand on his shoulder with a trembling hand.
"I know...I know...but the child has grown up and doesn't want to listen to me anymore."
"She didn't even tell me about the wedding in advance. I wanted to attend, but was blocked by members of her family."
"You can't even give face to those with seven sticks. You should teach them a lesson." Gilbatos waved his hand, signaling the surrounding soldiers to stay away.
"That will only make her hate me more."
After a long silence, Gilbatos took out a small bottle from his arms and handed it to Orkus.
Orkus knew that Gilbatos was a good drinker and would always have a few cans of "thirst quenching" hidden on his person.
It stands to reason that you cannot drink alcohol when you are in a marching state, and magicians are no exception.
But His Majesty the Emperor chose to turn a blind eye to Gilbatos's little hobby. The only requirement was that no one below could see it.
Orkus did not refuse. He drank a large gulp of wine for himself. The hot wine stimulated his mouth. When he swallowed it, it seemed as if there was a flame burning in his throat.
The overly stimulating feeling made Orkus cough violently.
He is not a drinker, but sometimes you do need these liquids to numb your head and escape from things.
