PS: Just when you thought that I was a dove, I wasn't a dove. This is also a type of dove! (Laughing emoji)
The storm was raging and the hail was the size of an egg. Count Orcarson was complaining about this damned weather. He and his subordinates were hiding under a tree that wasn't that tall.
The attendants had already given Count Orcarson the best position. The count was covered in dirt as he hid among the attendants. The hail smashed into his armor and rubbed off a large piece of the gold paint. Orcarson's heart ached. The gold paint on the armor was made from melted gold! To repair this armor, he would have to spend quite a bit of gold!
"Dong ~ Dong ~ Dong!" Muffled sounds came from the shields raised by the attendants one after another. When the hailstones collided with the surface of the shields, they attacked the knights and their squires like stone bullets. Many knights couldn't dodge in time and were hit by the hailstones. They were dizzy from the impact and even suffered light injuries.
As for the serf soldiers, they weren't so lucky. Many of the serf soldiers had their heads smashed open and their bones broken by the hail. There were even some serf soldiers who were smashed to death by the hail. The remaining serf soldiers screamed and gathered together, seeking the protection of the shields. The entire Winter Hunt team was filled with wailing and howling.
"Damn! How could this be? " Orcarson was crouching on the ground to avoid the hail. He shouted at the attendant, "Why is there such a large hail? I've been in the Spire Palace for over ten years and have never seen such a situation!"
"I don't know what happened, my Count!" The attendant also felt very gloomy. He loudly replied to Orcarson, "Count, the rain is very heavy. Let's hide for a while!"
"That's the only way." Forced by the situation, Orcarson could only nod in agreement. He then hid behind the wall of attendants and shivered in the cold, cursing the damned weather.
The wilderness near the Spire Palace was mostly swamps. With the rain, snow, and hail, this place had turned into a muddy swamp. Many people's bodies were sinking into the swamp.
At this moment, not far from the winter hunting team, the eighty knights led by Laing were rapidly approaching.
Morgiana's spell "Petrified Body" and the Lake God's divine spell "Favor of the Goddess" greatly strengthened the knights' combat ability, while "Radiance of the Goddess" and "Mist of the Goddess" protected the knights from the hail attack.
Finally, there was the eighth-circle divine spell, "Cloud Gallop". In such a muddy environment, the knights and their horses moved forward at full speed as if they were walking on flat ground.
This was not the first time that the young Flaming Sun Knight, Juan Carlos Sungazer, had fought on the battlefield. However, in the midst of the torrential rain and the muddy swamp, the Flaming Sun Knight's heart was filled with boundless fighting spirit. He could only feel his blood boiling. Come on! I'm ready! "
"Forward! For the Lady! For Brittany! "Laing charged at the front, forming the vanguard of the entire battle line." Forward! "
The Holy Grail Knight, Laing's flag bearer, Armand, single-handedly raised a large flag with the House of Laing's coat of arms. In the pouring rain, this coat of arms emitted a holy light from the Lake Goddess, dispelling all evil and protecting the knights from the rain and hail.
"Forward!!!" The eighty knights were fully armed. They formed a cavalry spear formation and charged towards Count Orcarson's winter hunting team with the force of a storm!
“Charge！！！”
When this silver flood was only a hundred meters away from the winter hunting team, Count Orcarson finally realized what had happened.
"Enemy attack!"
"Prepare for battle! Prepare for battle! "
"Help!"
Sharp cries rang out from all over the winter hunting team. However, how could the serf soldiers who were stuck in the swamp and suffering from the rain and hail face the charge of such a large group of knights?
Run! Run! Run immediately! Almost all of the serf soldiers had this thought in their minds.
In the torrential rain, the winter hunting team was unable to stop themselves from collapsing. The knights, under the protection of holy magic, crushed everything. The sound of flesh being torn apart and the sound of spears piercing through bodies could be heard incessantly.
The serf soldiers were torn apart like rags by the knights.
The Knight of the Holy Grail, Fedmond, raised his trident and shouted the names of the Sea God Mannen and the Nymphs of the Lake. He pierced through the three serfs at the same time. The waves surged, and the serfs screamed as they were swept up into the sky.
The Holy Grail Jerrold's body shone with a pure light. Using his sword and shield, he chopped all the serfs who dared to approach into two. At this moment, Jerrold had no pity in his heart. He vowed to revive Muxilon and bring back the Lake Goddess's judgment and the glory of Landuin to this land!
"Block them! Block them! " Count Orcarson was covered in mud. He was cursing everyone in the muddy swamp. Orcarson could only feel the rain and snow blowing against his face from his collar, waist, and back, penetrating his bones and soul. He could feel the bone-chilling cold all over his body.
The sound of hailstones hitting the armor could be heard from the back of his plate armor. His helmet was also crooked. The cold hailstones slapped on his face. Orcarson's vision was almost blocked by the rain and snow. He only wanted to escape. He had to escape. He had to escape back to the Spire Palace.
Where's my horse?
Just as Orcarson was looking for his horse in the chaos, he heard the sound of horse hooves behind him.
Even in the heavy rain and hailstones, the sound of horse hooves was very clear.
Impossible. In such a muddy environment, how could these Brittany knights run so fast in the swamp? Orcarson turned around. The scene in front of him made his heart beat three times faster.
Charging at the front was a man with long black hair and silver plate armor. He was wielding the Goddess of Vengeance, who was not wearing a helmet. He was already less than fifty meters away from him! The tall pure-blooded Elven warhorse he was riding was very excited. It raised its hooves and sent one of Orcarson's attendants flying!
The eighty knights had already killed their way to the center of the Winter Hunt team. With the addition of divine spells, the knights' warhorses calmly charged through the swamp in the heavy rain, destroying the final resistance of the attendants.
What was even worse was that Orcarson's appearance betrayed his identity. Leon noticed that this person was wearing a cross helmet, plate armor, and a cloak with Orcarson's coat of arms on his back.
That was Count Orcarson!
"Prepare to die!" In the blink of an eye, Laing took the lead and broke through the defensive line of the attendants. Those shields were unable to block the power of the Goddess of Vengeance. A dazzling white light burst out from his body, illuminating the entire battlefield. In the heavy rain, Laing urged his warhorse to charge at Orcarson. He waved the Goddess of Vengeance and a guard who wanted to block him was immediately split in two.
Orcarson saw this scene and felt a chill run down his spine. As a Legend rank expert, he would need at least twenty to thirty rounds to take down a fully armed guard. But Laing only needed one strike!
How could he fight? Orcarson hurriedly sped up. He did his best to escape, but the muddy swamp greatly hindered his movements. Moreover, how could a man outrun a horse? In just a few seconds, Laing had already killed his way to his back. The Chosen of Gods champion of the Lake Fairy was quickly approaching.
As long as he killed Orcarson and his attendants, the Spire Palace would be stripped of its elites and commanders. The difficulty of attacking would be greatly reduced. Laing's face was ice cold. He naturally knew that Count Orcarson was a human, but this wasn't a reason for him to be merciful and compassionate. When he needed to use force to solve a problem, Laing definitely wouldn't be merciful!
After running a few more steps, Orcarson knew that he couldn't escape. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and this Count hurriedly took off his cross helmet, turned around, and raised his hand.
The Count opened his mouth, preparing to surrender and speak the truth.
He thought of two sentences.
The first one was: "Your Excellency Laing, don't attack. We're on the same side!"
The second one was: "In the past, I didn't have a choice. Now, I want to be a good person!"
But just as Count Orcarson turned around, something unexpected happened. "Wait …"
A hailstone the size of an egg fell from the sky, cutting through the cold air and the heavy rain.
When Orcarson turned around and opened his mouth, the hailstone smashed into his front teeth, causing two of them to break. The intense pain seemed to drown out all of Orcarson's senses. He held his front teeth and bent down, the pain causing his face to scrunch up. "Lai … Wu, wu, wu!"
In the heavy rain and hailstone, Laing didn't hear what Orcarson said at all. He didn't plan on listening either. Seeing Orcarson being hit by the hailstone, the Goddess of Vengeance descended in the rain, piercing through Orcarson's chest and heart.
He was fifty three years old.
The bloody head was chopped off by Laing's sword. The Chosen of Gods champion of the Lake Fairy raised Orcarson's head high in the air, "All human soldiers! Immediately surrender to me! Otherwise, I will burn all of you in the name of the Goddess! "
"Throw away your weapons! Kneel down with your hands on your heads! " Fedmond raised his trident in the heavy rain. On it were the bodies of two squires. The Child of the Sea angrily roared towards the entire battlefield, "Or die!"
The morale of the Winter Hunting Squad had fallen to rock bottom. They had lost their last bit of fighting strength. From the serfs to the knights, they all put down their weapons and knelt in the swamp to surrender.
The surprise attack came to an end in the rain. Of the eighty knights led by Laing, only three were injured, but they had chopped off more than a hundred heads. Many of the corpses were even soaked in the swamp.
Laing held Orcarson's head in one hand and put the Goddess of Vengeance back into the scabbard on his back with the other. He took out a snowflake-shaped magic tool from his chest, "Alright, Lady Aurora, Teresa, we have completed our mission. Please tell Her Highness Morgiana to immediately cross the river and attack!"
"… Understood." Aurora's voice came from the other side of the communication device.
In the heavy rain, Laing shouted towards the knights, "Immediately clean up the battlefield! Pile the corpses together and burn them! "
"Yes!" As if responding to Laing's command, the heavy rain and hail stopped at almost the same time. Only ten minutes later, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed and the weather around the Spire Palace returned to its usual sunny winter appearance.
Laing silently nodded after seeing the situation. This was the reason why he wanted Aurora to take action.
Only Aurora had the ability to perfectly control such a huge storm of rain, snow, and hail. She was able to change the weather within a precise range and immediately stop the weather when Laing needed it.
In fact, if Count Orcarson regained his consciousness, he would discover that this storm of rain, snow, and hail had only affected an area of ten kilometers around the Spire Palace.
If it was Teresa, the female Warlock would be able to create a snowstorm, rain, or hail. However, Teresa wouldn't be able to do it in such a precise range and immediately stop it when Laing needed it.
The female Warlock was still a bit inexperienced compared to her mother. Yes, in various ways, Laing thought.
Everything was part of Laing's plan. From Count Orcarson's winter hunt to the heavy rain and hail, everything was within Laing's plan. He had brought his men to cross the river in the early morning and then ambushed the winter hunt team, killing Count Orcarson and his most elite attendants.
This was equivalent to completely crippling the entire command system of the Spire Palace army as well as half of the elite troops. After losing these two things, the Spire Palace's defensive capabilities had been greatly weakened. The pressure on Laing and his army had been greatly reduced.
Laing raised Orcarson's head. The Chosen of Gods champion of the Lake Fairy thought that this guy seemed to want to say something to him before he died.
What was it? Laing frowned.
Forget it, it probably wasn't anything important. Laing thought that there were only two reasons why Orcarson wanted to say something to him before he died. Either he wanted to surrender and ask for forgiveness, or he wanted to issue a duel and have Laing dismount and have a one on one duel. Laing wouldn't agree to either of these, so what he wanted to say wasn't important to Laing.
"Your excellency Laing! Your excellency Laing! " Juan, who was wearing the dazzling full-body armor of the Burning Sun Knights, ran over to Laing. The young Burning Sun Knight excitedly knelt in front of Laing and offered up his spoils of war, two bleeding heads, "These are my spoils of war! Please inspect them! "
The blood on Juan's body had been washed away by the rain. The youngest son of Duke Magritte didn't seem to have any qualms about killing people. He didn't even have a trace of pity on his face. Instead, he was full of pride. He held the two heads of Orcarson's attendants in his hands. He was here to ask for credit from Laing.
Laing felt amused and emotional. In this world, kindness was a luxury. Even in the peaceful Estalia, the nobles were still proud of their military prowess. Juan was able to become an official Burning Sun Knight with his own strength. He must have killed bandits, Orcs, and Green Dwarfs.
"You've done well, Juan." Laing nodded and said, "This is your military merit, but it's not time for rewards. This attack is only the beginning."
"I know, Your Excellency Laing. We're about to attack the Spire Palace!" Juan shouted excitedly, "I'll show you my bravery. May I know when we're leaving?"
"We'll wait for Her Highness Morgiana to lead her army to cross the river and rendezvous with us." Laing said calmly, "We have to end the battle before Mu Xilong reacts."
"Yes!"
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