PS: Please give me a guaranteed ticket for next month!
"Alfred Frey, Alfred Frey, wake up."
In the darkness, Alfred Frey tried to reach out his hands in confusion and helplessness.
He couldn't move, he couldn't move at all.
It was as if something was imprisoning his body and consciousness. Other than pain, Alfred Frey couldn't feel anything.
Am I already dead? The Patriarch thought in agony.
He vaguely remembered his last battle — the Battle of Martyrdom in Tarfjord.
From the beginning of this battle, everyone knew that this battle would be very difficult because Emperor Karl-franz of the Empire had just fought in the Blood Pine Forest. The army was very tired, and even the Emperor himself had to recuperate. After losing the help of the Empire's central army, the Church of Justice could only rely on their own strength to deal with the threat of Chaos.
They couldn't count on the Midden army. The conflict between the Church of Justice and the Church of Justice had been going on for a long time. The Church of Justice was already giving them a lot of face by not giving them any trouble.
The Nur side couldn't be counted on either. On one hand, the Countess' attitude was ambiguous. She wasn't willing to take sides in the internal strife of the Church of Justice, so she only provided an artillery battalion and twenty Blackstone Guards. On the other hand, it was also related to her son. Although he was only in his teens, Emilia had already been told that the Nur University couldn't educate Frey Derick anymore. The young Baron now needed practical experience and adventure experience.
To be honest, Emilia didn't want her son to go out and fight, but with Laing as a precedent, Frey Derick had no reason not to learn from such a dazzling example. The Nur nobles of course also hoped that their future successor would be full of virtue. Recently, the Nur's attention had been focused on Frey Derick's adventures in the mountains south of Wesson, as well as leading a small group of troops to clear out the goblin tribes. A few of the Nur legions, including the Armoured Nur, were holding the fort.
Therefore, they could only count on the reinforcements from Tara Beheim.
This was also the reason why Alfred Frey was worried. When the scouts reported that the Army of Chaos was in the Shadow Forest opposite the Tara Beheim river, Alfred Frey was one of the few who was still rational. When Archbishop Vicmar immediately decided to lead the army across the Tara Beheim river and attack the Army of Chaos, Alfred Frey expressed his opposition.
The Patriarch was probably one of the very few people who dared to oppose Vickmar. Alfred believed that the army was tired from the expedition, the weather was very bad (heavy rain for days), the army was very difficult to purchase rations (lack of time), and the lack of enough firearms. The situation was very unfavorable.
Archbishop Vicmar didn't punish Alfred Frey because of this. Instead, he ignored him and ordered the army to continue forward. When they were crossing the river, the Grand Priestess took the time to tell Alfred Frey that these objective and subjective difficulties existed, but there were two reasons why the Archbishop couldn't stop. The first was the internal pressure of the Church, and the second was the worry of the seal constantly loosening. The Grand Priestess was worried that if the army advanced too slowly, it would cause the Church to split. Secondly, if the seal loosened too quickly, they would have to face more than just the Army of Chaos.
Even so, Alfred Frey wasn't optimistic about this battle. After following Laing for a long time, the Patriarch realized that other than the lack of military strength, the situation of the army had changed. The army of the Church of Justice was originally here to fight a defensive battle, but now it had become an offensive battle. The army had to face the Army of Chaos in the Black Forest, and they had to brave the heavy rain.
After crossing the Tarabek River, the army of the Church of Justice soon encountered the main force of the Army of Chaos. The 14000 people of Khorasol – Fire Axe were gathering. They had to face the army of the Church of Justice, which only had about 11000 people. They had just crossed the river, were tired, and lacked firearms.
However, Archbishop Vicmar knew that the reinforcements of Tarabek and Cardinal Pusilock's 7,000 reinforcements were already in range of the army. The Grand Priestess believed that they had to immediately engage the Army of Chaos. Otherwise, if the enemy wanted to play hide and seek with the army of the Church in the forest, it would be troublesome.
The Grand Priestess didn't care about the tired army and ordered the whole army to advance. Braving the heavy rain, the main force of the Church of Justice directly defeated the vanguard of the Chaos army. Then, they set up a formation in the forest, ready to fight the Army of Chaos.
Both sides began to set up their formations. The Chaos warlord Graxol-Fire Axe quickly realized that this wasn't the full strength of the Church of Justice's army. Thus, Khorasol ordered a large number of Chaos and Barbarian Warriors from the right wing to be sent to the middle as backup forces. At the same time, they set up a U-shaped pocket formation, ready to lure the army of the Church of Justice into a trap.
The Grand Priestess stood on the war altar of Charlemagne of the Church of Justice. He was very clear about the plan of the Chaos, but even if he knew it was a trap, the Grand Priestess swore to cleanse all evil in the name of Charlemagne. Thus, he immediately sent Cardinal Fogelsamo and two groups of cavalry to lead 3,000 people to attack the right wing of the enemy. Then, he ordered Alfred Frey to lead 1,000 troops to attack the left wing of the enemy in an attempt to break the pocket formation.
However, in the forest, the cavalry's charging advantage couldn't be fully utilized. The human army's formation and order advantage couldn't be used well either. To make matters worse, the heavy rain didn't stop. Although the army's morale was high, they were very tired. The attack from the two wings didn't work.
The failure of the initial attack put the Grand Priestess in a difficult position. Then, the most troublesome thing happened. The fanatical paladins and ascetics heard that the two wings had started to exchange fire, but they didn't receive any orders. So, they started to roar and charge without permission. The more than 5,000 people in the middle instantly lost control and advanced. General Pretel and Cardinal Kong Ce's 2,000 people directly crashed into the pocket formation of the Chaos and were attacked from three sides. All of them were killed, and the rest of the army couldn't do much to the middle army of the Chaos.
Fortunately, the warlord of Chaos, Graxol-Fire Axe, couldn't hold back his thirst for battle. He sent out several legions of barbarian troops under the leadership of the Warriors of Chaos and monster troops to launch a frontal attack on the church's army where Archbishop Vikma was. This time, the human army could show their advantage in terms of formation and order. The attack of the Army of Chaos was blocked. The Paladins and Knights Hospitaller took the opportunity to go around and annihilate at least two legions of the Army of Chaos.
At this time, Cardinal Pusilock's 7,000 reinforcements finally arrived on the battlefield. Vikma immediately thought that this was the best chance to fight back, so he ordered the entire army to fight back.
In the end, the main force of the church's army rushed into the pocket formation of the Chaos. Vikma soon found that he and his army were attacked from three sides. The Grand Priestess had no intention of retreating. He personally stood on the war altar and called on all the soldiers and priests to fight bravely for the God of Justice, for Charlemagne, for the Empire!
Therefore, the war became a war of attrition. The church's army and the Army of Chaos fought wildly in the heavy rain and the muddy forest. No one could retreat. The result of the war was either the church's army would be completely annihilated by the Army of Chaos, or the church's army would break through the pocket formation and crush the encirclement of the Chaos.
This was the ultimate test of spirit, will, and body. The Whip Ascetics fanatically thought that they had finally found the release of life. The war lasted from morning until 22 o 'clock at night. The Army of Chaos was on the verge of victory several times. At 21 o' clock at night, Graxol-Fire Axe once arrived in front of Vikma. The battle between the two sides lasted for more than 20 minutes. In the end, the Grand Priestess used the divine weapon of the Church of Justice to kill the warlord of Chaos.
Finally, at 22 o 'clock at night, the Army of Chaos couldn't hold on any longer and was completely defeated by the remaining 800 soldiers. Archbishop Vikma and the remaining 500 or so soldiers who could still fight were able to announce the victory of this war.
In order to win this war, the church's army paid the price of up to 95% of the casualties.
"It's too terrifying. Blood dyed the Tarabek River red. Many corpses washed down every minute. It's been fourteen hours."
— Hunter of the Tarabek Dominion
Al Frey recalled the entire battle as the Patriarch panted in pain. He remembered that he had fought a Chaos Egg in the final battle. He was extremely exhausted after fighting for an entire day. He had long used his Holy Shield Spell. The terrifying monster grabbed him and prepared to devour him. At the critical moment, he grabbed his short gun and pulled the trigger at the Chaos Egg's mouth. The smell of ignited gunpowder stimulated his nerves, and the scorching sparks burned his hand that was holding the barrel until it blistered. He landed on the ground, and before he could catch his breath, the two-handed axe of Chaos sliced through the armor on his back and injured his spine.
He was too tired and sleepy. He knew that he had landed on the ground and fallen into the river, but he didn't want to think about anything else. Ever since he left his home in Nord, became a Paladin, and became the Patriarch, Al Frey had sacrificed everything for faith and order.
He could feel his breathing gradually stop as his strength rapidly declined. The cold river water was submerging his body. He was like a dead leaf as he flowed down the rapid Tarabek River.
Darkness struck …
In the next second, Al Frey woke up abruptly. The Patriarch spat out mouthfuls of blood. He breathed rapidly as he breathed in the muddy and humid air of the Tarabek Forest. He felt that his body was in tatters. A sharp sword was stabbed into his chest. This sword firmly fixed him to the stone slab, preventing him from moving. The blade had cleanly pierced through his heart, but it didn't kill him. Instead, Al Frey could feel that some strange power on the blade was maintaining his life.
At night, the Tarabek Forest was filled with stars. The forest was quiet and peaceful, but danger lurked everywhere. The Patriarch tried to move his body, but he realized that he couldn't. All he could do was cast his gaze to both sides.
There were two strange people standing on either side of him. One of them was clad in red armor, with a crimson winged helmet on his head. A sky-blue cloak fluttered behind him. He didn't say a word.
The other person was a woman. Judging from her pointed ears, she looked like a female elf. However, she had shaved off all her hair on both sides of her temples. Her long hair on the top and the back of her head were fixed with a semicircular octagonal headdress. She wore a tight rune battle suit with red top and black bottom and a dark red dress. She looked fierce and cold. Seeing that Alfreid had woken up, she nodded slightly and pulled her sword out of Alfreid's chest. "Are you awake?"
There was no blood on the blade and edge of the sword. Alfreid's face turned even paler when he saw this.
"Where is this?" Al Frey wanted to speak, but he found that his mouth was dry. He wondered if his blood had run dry. He even wondered if he had become an undead creature.
"The gate of hell." The elf … Al Frey guessed that she was a dark elf.
"Am I already dead?" Al Frey said with a bitter smile. His smile was still bright and full of vitality. This made the elf think of a less annoying person.
"Next time definitely," the female elf said bluntly.
"Next time definitely?"
"Even the power of Jena can only help you fight against death once," the female elf said coldly. "You won't be so lucky next time, human!"
"Anyway, thank you." Al Frey bandaged himself and barely stabilized his injuries. Miraculously, he felt that his body was not that bad. On the contrary, the wounds on his chest and back had mostly healed. The patriarch looked for his canteen anxiously. He quickly found it beside the stone slab. There was a little diluted Bagman beer in it. He drank it all in one gulp. When the thirst subsided, he quickly bowed and thanked the elf.
"There's nothing to thank. Your people are gathering 3.5 kilometers downstream. If you're not completely dead, go quickly." The female elf took out a gorgeous flower fan and waved it. "Our mission is complete."
"It's time to claim our reward."
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
