The fleet filed in from beneath the damaged fortress. As the field of vision extended, the entire construction site of Aztlan gradually appeared in front of Hestein and others.
"What a big stronghold!" shouted a pirate, "I'm afraid there are nearly a thousand people!"
"Don't let anyone go," Hestein said. "Only capture one or two alive for questioning."
"There are more over there!" another pirate shouted, "I'm afraid there are three to four thousand people at this size!"
"I'm afraid it's some important material stronghold." Hestein raised his hand, "Each ship prepares torches for burning!"
"Wait a minute...that side...is still extending!" The pirates shouted in surprise, "Ten thousand people, the army here is more than ten thousand!"
Lily couldn't see the scene in front of her, but as she listened to the series of shouts, her expression gradually became serious: "The situation is wrong. Why are there so many Aztlan people gathered here?"
"It means we are lucky." Hestein responded calmly, "There is a big fish here."
"There are still too many enemies. Do you want to retreat first?"
"How can there be many enemies? All I see is a group of carpenters doing carpentry work. In terms of the number of soldiers, we are more than them."
The pirates lit a fire with oil on the ship and placed torches inside to light it. In the blink of an eye, their ship quickly approached the construction site along the coast. Hestein waved his hand, and these blazing torches flew towards the wood on the shore.
Along with the torches, flying axes flew out. This sudden attack frightened the Aztlan soldiers who were still chopping down trees. After the heads of several companions were chopped off by flying axes, the remaining soldiers began to throw away the tools in their hands and fled towards the camp.
There was chaos on the river bank. The soldiers nearby were fleeing from the flames and throwing axes. The soldiers in the distance did not know the truth and came to support the place where the fire started. The pirate ships skimmed along the river and along the river bank, throwing torches towards the construction site along the way. In the blink of an eye, a winding wall of fire appeared on the river bank.
In Hestein's eyes, the formation of these Aztlan people gradually changed from a chaotic mess to a tangled mess. He concentrated the magic power on the tip of the spear, and with a loud roar, he smashed the destructive magic power towards the densest place of the crowd. The earth shattered, rocks flew, and all the bones of those touched by the magic were shattered by the squeeze, turning into puddles of meatloaf in the giant pit.
There was no need for a suitable port to anchor. The fleet of pirates only found a beach and rowed ashore recklessly. The wind and the remaining power of the oars caused the boats to glide slightly on the beach. The thick and long ramming angles turned these boats into small battering rams. They broke through the fence and mercilessly tried to prevent them from landing. A few of the bravest Aztlans pressed into the sand.
The pirates shouted and rushed off the ship. Before the confrontation, he threw a wave of throwing axes at the Aztlan people blocking the front. Aztlan soldiers were also equipped with throwing weapons such as slings, wooden shields to block, and cotton armor to withstand impacts. However, these soldiers had just entered the battle from the construction site. The wooden shields and slings had been replaced with wood-cutting tools, and the armor was also taken off due to the cumbersomeness and heat. The Aztlan soldiers standing in front of the pirates, Almost equivalent to farmers wearing commoners.
In such a defenseless stance, the throwing ax caused horrific damage. Hundreds of people fell in this wave of flying axes, or were hit in the shoulders, or in the chest, or had their heads cut off, or their throats were slit. Some people lost the ability to resist, while some people were on the spot. It fell into eternal nothingness.
Not for a moment. Trampling on these fallen enemies, the pirates pursued them deeper.
If you look from the sky at this moment, you will see a very strange scene: tens of thousands of Aztlan soldiers abandoned their helmets and armor, and were defeated; five hundred pirates were high in fighting spirit and pursued them relentlessly. These pirates rushed into the demoralized Aztlan army like wolves into a flock of sheep. They preyed on the lambs wantonly, not for sustenance, but for pure killing.
Hestein strode behind the crowd, only occasionally cutting down one or two fish that fell to the ground and got up again. He was no longer separated from the killing in front of him, and his beast-like attention was focused on the entire battlefield, paying close attention to the changes on the battlefield. Any enemy that showed the slightest sign of an organized counterattack would be instantly crushed by his magic. This is the key to attacking with a small number. He must ensure that the morale of these Aztlan people is low at all times, and at the same time maintain the high morale of the pirates with one victory after another.
He oppresses the battlefield with the protection of the Elf-level God of War, like the tiger that dominates the mountains, bringing fear and pressure to all Aztlan people.
Lily lowered her head and followed Hestein, her sword always ready to come out.
"The number of enemies is still too great. Our army's breathing is becoming rapid," she said. "Can we win the battle quickly?"
"Just catch that big fish." Hestein said, "Such a large number of troops are hoarded in such a rear area. Those stationed here must be important figures in Aztlan, and they may even be... Their king."
"In that case, it's over there——"
Lily suddenly lowered her body and ran wildly in one direction. After slashing down several people one after another, Hestein saw a group of people coming from the direction Lily chose. At first glance, their physiques are taller and burlier than other soldiers. Their eagle-shaped helmets and colorful feathers naturally give them a formidable look.
They scolded the retreating soldiers, intending to get them to stop and turn around to resist the enemy's attack. But in this unstoppable rout, their scoldings had no effect. On the contrary, their formation was broken up by the rout and unable to gather together.
Lily followed the footsteps of the defeated army and plunged into the group of eagle warriors. She couldn't see anything, but the difference in weight and direction of the footsteps was enough for her to tell the difference between an Eagle Warrior and a regular Aztlan soldier. As soon as she raised her hand, the chain holding the sword took off her hands and flew towards one of the eagle warriors, approaching his vital point. There was another "dang" sound, and the sword collided with the maquawit in the hand of the Eagle Warrior.
Lily originally planned to kill the eagle warrior with one blow, but this attack was beyond her expectation. She immediately shook the iron chain and shattered all the stone fragments on Maquawit with a secret force. Then she stopped and grabbed the sword back in her hand, holding the sword herself and slashing at the eagle warrior.
This time, the eagle warrior finally couldn't resist and was pierced through the throat by Lily's sword. But this action attracted a lot of attention to Lily.
"Enemy General!" The masked Eagle Warrior leader separated Aztlan's defeated army and shouted towards Lily while holding the maquawit, "Come here and fight me!"
Lily drew her sword and rushed towards him without hesitation.
(End of chapter)
