While the fierce fighting was going on in the field, Lord Magyar suddenly leaned forward and approached Soshyan.
"What's the name of that soldier of yours?"
"His name is Bakhsh Farzad, and he also comes from a wild world."
Soshyan said with a smile and full of pride.
Mazar nodded thoughtfully.
"Then he is really good and should win."
There is actually almost no difference between the two warriors, but trained eyes know what to pay attention to——
One time due to decisiveness or precision, one time cutting with more force, one time more rapid recovery after a difficult parry.
Both warriors were dedicated to dueling, both were highly skilled, both were masters of endurance and determination.
Facts have proved that Mazar is right, and Farzad is one step closer to the path of martial arts.
His opponent began to pant more heavily, move more difficultly, and was exhausted before his opponent's impregnable defense.
They circled each other, faster and faster, their feet almost leaving the ground.
The contest looked inconclusive at the moment, and as the minutes passed, murmurs of praise spread from the audience - for the two warriors' absolute undivided attention.
Suddenly, the black-clothed warrior's foot slipped - just the width of a palm, a brief slip, and was quickly stopped, but it was too late.
The silver-gray figure swooped forward, swatting away its opponent's blade and seizing the advantage.
A second later, the warrior in black was in danger, his blade held loosely in his hand, his opponent's weapon squeezing his exposed neck.
With a flick of the knife tip, a blood line was drawn on the collarbone of the defeated fighter.
"good!!"
The audience roared and cheered, slapped the low tables and chairs, and raised bottles of wine to salute the winners.
The defeated warrior took several steps back, fell to the ground, and his muscles began to twitch. and let out a huge, heavy gasp.
His body has been pushed to the limit, and his limbs are shaking due to exhaustion.
The winner is only slightly better off.
Farzad saluted his chapter master and the master of this place, his face drooped with sweat, and he looked unsteady on his feet, although the cheers seemed to support the two fighters.
After a moment, he started to pull his opponent up from the ground, and the blade in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.
The two warriors, who had previously been focused on fighting, clasped each other's hands at the wrists, and despite being exhausted, gave each other a warm hug.
Mazhar stared at Farzad, who was hobbling to the nearest table and asking for some wine.
“Every time I see these guys, I wonder if I’ve lived too long.”
The Lord of the Temple of Death murmured, recalling the past years.
"Those heroes who once fought alongside us have passed away. What is the meaning of the remaining old people like us?"
Soshyan on the side suddenly chuckled and said:
"The meaning is to wait for the day when the Emperor will recall you and us all."
Suddenly, Mazhar looked at him sharply, as if considering the meaning of these words.
Then his expression relaxed, but his eyes shimmered more intensely than usual.
"That little guy's style is very close to ours, but his combat skills are simply too exquisite."
Lord Magyar said as he summoned more meat and watched as Farzad merged into the crowd illuminated by the fire.
"I remember you once said that your swordsmanship was taught by the instructor of the battle group, so he too?"
Soshyan hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
A curious expression immediately appeared on Mazhar's face.
"Then he must be a very, very powerful and excellent warrior. Why have you never introduced him to me? I really want to talk to him."
"He is dead."
After hearing this, Mazhar was stunned for a few seconds, and then nodded sadly.
"Well, that's such a pity...another hero has passed away."
After briefly chatting with Soshyan for a while, Mazhar took him to the tactics room to have a brief exchange on the battle situation during this period.
The war is actually progressing quite smoothly. All the green-skin outer strongholds in the Fulen system have been removed, and the satellites near the main star have been captured one by one. Only a few outposts on the edge of the system have not been captured due to insufficient dispatch of troops. .
Now they had built a steel cage to trap the stubborn beast.
Whether you want to kill or behead, it is actually not that difficult.
"What has been proven now is that the Ferron star has been basically fortified, with various anti-orbital weapons scattered from its poles to the central equator."
As Lord Magyar spoke, he drew a circle on the control panel with a light pen, and then a circle of light appeared on the hologram composed of low light.
"If a frontal attack is to be carried out, the casualties may be heavy and protracted."
"Extermination order?"
Soshyan mentioned a tactical possibility.
Extermination Orders are the most extreme means of dealing with heresy, corruption, or alien invasion that have taken root among a planet's population, and are only allowed to be used in the most extreme circumstances.
The Order of Extermination is essentially one of many means of destruction in the Imperial arsenal, typically used when an entire world has fallen into the worship of Chaos, or its Imperial government has been overthrown and replaced by xenos rule, or a world There is an extremely powerful and dangerous species hiding in the world, and extermination orders are often executed when the world is deemed unworthy of the human and material resources required to conquer or recover it.
It has also been used as a way to clear walls against alien invasions.
The Order of Extermination can be ordered by any Inquisitor, Space Marine Chapter Master, Imperial Admiral, or Commander of the Astra Militarum.
It can be executed in a variety of ways, with the Imperial Navy usually resorting to massive orbital bombardments, and the Inquisition having access to more specialized weapons such as virus bombs and cyclone torpedoes.
Facing a planet that has been transformed into an alien fortress, nothing is more direct and effective than an extermination order. Anyway, the Ferron planet has been occupied by the greenskins for a long time. In the past, many colonists eventually died from the rise of the greenskins, and the empire also Basically giving up on this planet of little value.
The Magyar Lord nodded grimly.
"I have considered it, but the nearest Inquisition fleet will take about a month to arrive at the fastest. Just relying on orbital bombing alone, Ephron's current defense strength, may not be effective within three months."
"It seems like we're pressed for time?"
Soshyan captured the key to the other person's language.
"Yes."
Mazhar frowned, looking very distressed.
"The latest intelligence is that the green-skinned warlord pirate Nazdreg Ebony Ud'Grubb seems to have accepted the green-skinned request for help from the planet Vullen, or it may be some kind of deal that is driving his huge fleet to approach this place. "
Soshyan took a breath, this was indeed not good news.
Then, Mazhar added another sentence.
"By the way, the pirate fleet you destroyed in Gages earlier was Nazdrege's vanguard."
