King James VIII made a mistake in his judgment.
When the sound of the horse's hooves rang out, the old king's face turned pale and his body was on the verge of collapsing.
Mary, who was also pale, held the king up.
Even though she was conflicted about the king's father's identity, she didn't want to fall to the ground in such a manner.
The king who fell to the ground …
It was too ugly!
"Mary, go!"
The king said in a hurried tone.
Mary shook her head.
"Trust 2567!"
Mary trusted Kieran.
When the girl was at her most helpless, Kieran was beside her, helping her through the tough times and even consoling her in that special way.
Although it might seem cold to others, the girl felt a sense of trust and gentleness.
Trust and gentleness.
Did the former attract the latter or did the latter strengthen the former? The girl didn't know.
All she did was help the king to sit back down.
She waited patiently.
But …
The others didn't.
The soldiers who were guarding behind the rebuilt Lightning Fortress were already panicking, but the moment the galloping sounds entered their ears, they started to panic even more.
The reason why the camp didn't explode was because a few of the generals scolded the soldiers right away.
Though, Kieran knew it was only treating the symptoms and not the root of the problem.
Once the Prairies invaders broke through the weak fortifications, the camp would explode right away.
Even the generals would flee with the invaders.
It wasn't about honor.
It was about lives!
Three thousand men against fifty thousand men and after losing Thunder Fortress, it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, overestimating themselves.
Everyone knew death was upon them.
The moment before death was so long that it felt like an eternity.
It was so long that it made people despair.
Kieran felt the hurried breaths of the people around him and saw the helpless struggling eyes. He strode forward.
Amidst the crowd, the one who strode forward was very conspicuous and lonely.
His black crow feathered mantle was fluttering as he walked.
Under the faint moonlight, it was like the surface of a dark lake.
Gawk!
Fire Raven flew up from his shoulder.
The night didn't obstruct Fire Raven's vision, Kieran who shared the same thoughts as Fire Raven saw the Prairies main camp at first glance.
As if connecting the sky and the earth!
When there were ten thousand people, they would connect the heavens and the earth. When there were a hundred thousand people, they would be boundless.
Kieran had only read about it in books, but it was his first time seeing it with his own eyes.
The shock brought about by the quantity really made Kieran feel suffocated.
However, this did not stop his footsteps.
Even though he had already seen those different places in the main camp, he still couldn't help it.
Thud!
Thud!
Thud!
Kieran climbed up the wall of the rebuilt Thunder Fortress along the simple staircase. With every step he took, his feet would creak.
This section of the city wall was not high, about three meters.
Even though Warren's guards had given their best, it would be extremely difficult for them to completely seal up the gap in Herr Valley within a few days, let alone rebuilding the original height of the wall. In fact, the fact that there was a 3-meter tall wall made out of stone and wood was already shocking enough for Kieran to feel surprised.
Of course, its defense was nothing to brag about.
Just look at how the Prairie soldiers dared to use their cavalry to charge at them.
After stepping over the last step, Kieran reached the top of the city wall.
He saw the Prairie riders swarming towards him like a tidal wave.
Even their ferocious faces and gazes were clearly visible.
At the same time, the Prairie riders also saw Kieran standing alone on top of the city wall.
However, it made their charge even faster.
Each of the riders were patting their horses ceaselessly, hoping that they would be able to move faster so that they could behead Kieran with their swords.
It would be the greatest merit.
They would break through the Warren's defense, wreak havoc on their homeland, plunder their wealth and population.
They would return with loads of loot!
Greed!
It was as if a scorching hot medicine was poured into the charging Prairie riders' hearts, causing them to roar uncontrollably.
They were like a pack of wolves raiding the prairie.
Before they even appeared, their roars had already frightened their prey.
But …
Kieran wasn't the prey.
Standing on top of the city wall, Kieran quietly looked at the Prairie riders. The combined aura of tens of thousands of riders was like a raging tidal wave crashing down on him.
Fear notifications kept popping up in his head.
Kieran was glad that his strongest attribute was Spirit again.
Otherwise, he would probably be no different from the soldiers behind him, who were trembling in fear.
Even if he used some methods to ignore the Fear, it would still delay his subsequent actions.
"Quantity incites qualitative change?"
Kieran muttered the truth softly once more.
He then raised his left hand.
Wisps of flames appeared in his palms, and then, they grew rapidly.
This scene stunned the grassland cavalrymen who were charging at them.
However, right after that, they disregarded the consequences and charged even more.
The Prairie riders knew about sorcerers.
Due to their reverence towards the mystical powers, they wouldn't want to touch such powers during normal times. However, it was different on the battlefield.
No matter how powerful a sorcerer was, he couldn't control a war.
Not even the strongest sorcerer in Warren, Fandral.
Let alone the others.
Therefore, the Prairie riders didn't stop their charge.
Quite the contrary, they kept provoking Kieran during their charge.
All sorts of vulgar words were mixed with the gallops and entered Kieran's ears ceaselessly.
However, Kieran's expression was calm.
Kieran wouldn't talk back.
It was like when a dog bit you, you didn't have to bite back but you could stew the dog.
Fuuu!
The blazing fireball was hurled out by Kieran.
The scorching wind blew at their faces.
However, the light from the blazing fireball made the charging Prairie riders feel the darkness above their heads.
They instinctively looked up.
Then, they saw a scene that they would never forget for the rest of their lives.
Crisscrossing arms and legs completely appeared in the night sky. Crimson red eyes that emitted colorful light were born from the intersection.
At the brightest spot, circles of fangs were born.
The fangs were spinning like an electric saw.
It was a daunting sight to behold!
Monsters!
The thought bloomed in every Prairie rider's heart.
At the next moment, the riders realized the monster's eyes seemed to be brighter than before.
A stronger sense of danger rose in the riders' hearts.
They wanted to turn their horses around out of instinct.
However, it was too late.
Thousands of burning gazes fell down like a storm.
[Creature of Desire, Thousand Evil Eye Strike]!
PS: Third chapter ~
After dinner, Decadent kept writing his story. However, even though Decadent was a lousy writer, it was already past midnight.
He was really helpless!
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