GDK 422 part 2
Everywhere he looked was involved in a vigorous battle. Every plot of land within a few kilometers radius of the castle was densely packed with troops fighting. Apart from the northern city district, mystical demons placed in the different districts observed that the other districts including the imperial palace were also shrouded in the flames of battle.
However, compared to the great battle ongoing at the northern city district, the battles at the other districts were clearly smaller in scale. This was because, headed by Lawrence, those high-ranking figures that could threaten Charles were currently all gathered in the northern city district.
It was unknown if there was a tacit agreement, none of the sacred rank experts participated in the battle. Karel and Sabakas on Lawrence's side, Dempus and the sacred knight on Charles' side, all watched by the sidelines as their troops went all out in battle.
Both Lawrence and Charles knew the incredible lethality of sacred rank experts, especially that of sacred magi. A single forbidden magic spell was enough to turn the tide of battle. However, every kingdom within the Profound Continent had a tacit agreement, that sacred magi would not use forbidden magic in an ordinary battle.
With forbidden magic not permitted against foreign enemies, it was naturally must not be used during internal conflict. Even though Ossen City was rather huge, if it was really bombarded by a few forbidden magic spells, Lancelot Empire's capital, Ossen City would disappear from the continent, with countless casualties among the residents.
This was precisely why both space sacred magus Sabakas and earth sacred magus Dempus have been looking on without lifting a finger during this war. Neither of them dared to use forbidden magic on the opposing army which was from the same empire.
Firenze was the commander of the war. At a high vantage point at the middle of the castle, Firenze roared unendingly as several armored officers under his command arranged their troops methodically in accordance to Firenze's orders and attacked Ashburn and Charles' troops from all directions.
Han Shuo observed the overall situation through his mystical demons. He suddenly realized that under Firenze's never-ending roar, the troops from his Howling Legion looked as though they were randomly dispersed, but indistinctly formed various peculiar formations that divided Ashburn and Charles' army into several large chunks, and quietly surrounded every one of them.
Only Han Shuo who could see the view the overall situation through his mystical demons could clearly see this strange transformation. The participating soldiers and generals would never be able to notice the quiet changes in battle without overlooking anything.
The Howling Legion, which Firenze had brought, had the same design painted on their armor. These soldiers came from the southern border and they had many years of experience fighting against the brutal Orcs. All their weapons have been doused in too much blood. Each and every one of them looked valiant and had a cold expression. Their fighting strength was more fearsome than the Redbud Knights that Han Shuo had seen previously.
The fighting strength of the city guards of Ossen City was also ranked among the best. However, when facing against Firenze's Howling Legion, they were clearly being suppressed. Apart from being slightly better equipped, their battle experience, troop coordination, and individual strength were all greatly inferior to the Howling Legion.
Han Shuo suddenly noticed that Firenze's Howling Legion and the northern city guards were actually gradually gaining the upper hand under Firenze's seemingly crazy commands. Unknowingly, they were slowly withering away Ashburn and Charles' troops.
This madman who was able to stand tall at the southern border for so many years, preventing the barbaric Orcs from penetrating the southern border defense line, definitely had a well-deserved reputation! Han Shuo was in awe and deeply convinced with Firenze's remarkable commanding skills.
"Firenze! These men are soldiers of the Lancelot Empire. They are innocent and have no choice but to fight simply because of the orders of Charles and Ashburn. If they were all killed, it would be Lancelot Empire's loss! " sacred swordmaster Karel was enraged as he glared at Firenze.
Karel placed the utmost priority on the future of the Lancelot Empire. When he saw that under Firenze's commands, the northern city district had completely turned into a war zone, with corpses lying everywhere in the northern city district, corpses which belonged to soldiers who were loyal and faithful to the Lancelot Empire. However, because they were under a different commander, they had no choice but to kill each other mercilessly. The loss of the empire's own people was clearly what Karel didn't want to see and hence he continuously made a racket.
Even Dark Mantle's chief elder Sabakas felt endless grief as he saw the ever increasing losses. He hesitated for a moment before shouting, "Firenze! At the rate you're going, even if we win the war, the empire's strength will be greatly weakened! "
Firenze was unmoved and continued to howl out commands to his officers. When he saw that Sabakas and Karel were still clamoring, he suddenly glared at Karel and said, "During the civil strife of any country within the continent, which of them did not end in rivers of blood? Other than defeating their army, do you think you can make Ashburn yield just by mere words?
Hmph, with the sacred knight and earth sacred magus Dempus over there, not to mention all kinds of experts around them, even a semi-divine expert might not be enough to kill them! I don't think that you have a better plan?
Both of you listen up! This matter can only be resolved quickly by shedding blood. The longer a civil strife drags on, the worse off it is for the empire. Dammit, my men are also getting killed but am I complaining? What's the use of being so emotional? Well if you don't like my methods, I can stand aside and do nothing. Let's see if you guys can convince the two foxes on the other side to give up the throne with words. Are you willing to take control of the whole battle?"
Firenze spoke unrestrainedly, bombarding the two sacred rank experts like artillery and leaving them speechless and unable to find any grounds to retort.
Firenze had always been arrogant and conceited. At other times, he might perhaps still show some respect to Sabakas. However, during a state of war, Firenze would immediately turn into a real madman. In order to achieve victory, he would even dare to violate His Majesty's orders without hesitation. So it's needless to say that Firenze wouldn't bat an eye at the advice of the two sacred rank experts.
After his vulgarity-filled tongue-lashing, Firenze no longer paid attention to them and continued to howl commands at his officers, conveying information of the battlefield to his troops. His Howling Legion slowly and quietly took control of the battlefield, covertly surrounding Ashburn's troops without anyone noticing.
The two sacred rank masters bitterly turned a blind eye and could only sigh. Although they felt aggrieved, there was no other way. They weren't good at commanding large-scale warfare. Furthermore, without Firenze and his Howling Legion, this battle would simply be impossible to win.
Besides, what Firenze said made sense. He who hesitates loses. Unfortunately, the current Lancelot Empire would only be able to swiftly settle its turmoil through blood-filled battle. Otherwise, if either side escaped Ossen City and occupies other cities, the battle would continue to spill out into other cities, which would be a destructive blow to the Lancelot Empire.
Hence, even though the two sacred rank experts were berated and cursed by Firenze, they could only swallow their grievances and no longer dared to contradict Firenze, so as to avoid that fellow having any further crazy behavior.
Having received images of every location, Han Shuo couldn't help but let out a breath of relief. He didn't stay in the cave that he dug any longer, immediately flying out and headed for the castle.
"Whoosh whoosh!" several long-range arrows streaked across the sky as they pierced toward Han Shuo.
Han Shuo was shocked. He looked downwards and saw a few soldiers from the Howling Legion, their expressions cold as they gave him deadly stares. They had unexpectedly sighted Han Shuo from far away and shot arrows at him.
Han Shuo's evaluation of the Howling Legion rose even higher. He cast a spell and a snow white flower bud appeared in mid-air. The bone shield blocked all the arrows and Han Shuo was unharmed. By now, he had already reached the middle of the castle where Firenze was.