Chapter 183 (2/2)
The cavalries did not suffer from a mental breakdown when they were broken apart and surrounded. They were all prepared to face death. Hence, they appeared courageous as they swung the scimitars in their hands and exhibited their greatest combat skills. Though in the end, all of them would still die under the blades of the Desolate Man warriors. However, now, in order to get rid of one gra.s.sland cavalry, the Desolate Man warriors would need to put in extra efforts than usual.
Surrounding the battle ground that was filled with blood, the gra.s.sland cavalries who were supposed to provide a.s.sistance to their mates in the battle ground stopped upon hearing the low cornett sound, signalling them to return to the camp. They ignored their mates, who were falling one by one in the battle ground as they swiftly formed two teams, heading towards the east and west seperately.
The waves that attacked the skarry splitted into two, leaving the remaining few cavalries fighting with the Desolate Man warriors in the center at the foreground. At the back, a magnificent-looking horse carriage came forward gradually.
The horse carriage, decorated with gold and silver, was extremely gorgeous. At the center of the carriage was a disk made up of stainless-steel. The lines on the disk were messy yet connected, and they seemed to be more complicated than hundred of millions of stars in the night sky.
At the sides of the disk stood two expressionless strong-built men from the gra.s.sland. Besides being armored with heavy metal, they each had a scimitar in their hand. As the Central Plains had strict regulations on the export of metal, it was a rare sight to see heavy metal armor appearing in the gra.s.sland. Hence, men who wore heavy metal armors would certainly be the most courageous and strongest warriors in the palace.
Today, the two strongest warriors from the palace of Left-Tent in the gra.s.sland were missioned not to kill or battle, but to protect the metal disk on the horse carriage, as well as the person sitting on the disk.
On top of the disk was a skinny old man, who was wearing a golden royal costume. He wore a agate ring on his left finger and a talisman inscription was written between his brows using wolf blood, which clear stated his ident.i.ty. He was one of the seven most respectable Necromancers at the Left-Tent palace.
The old and frail Necromancer gazed into the distance without any expression where the warriors were still killing one another. His dried cracking lips moved quickly as his skinny dry fingers continuously knocked onto the metal disk, like the war drum accompanied with continuous incantation, creating a mystical effect.
Suddenly, a white cloud drifted across the clear blue and coincidentally stopped in front of the sun, casting the shadow onto the b.l.o.o.d.y battle ground in the gra.s.sland.
A few moment ago, several older Desolate Man warriors had already noticed the unusual performance of the gra.s.sland cavalry. When they realized that the gra.s.sland cavalries behind him suddenly headed towards the outer ring instead of attacking them, leaving thousands of their team mates to death. Followed by a few shoutings, the Desolate Man warriors quickened their process of killing the enemies, while the other two hundred warriors hurriedly chased after the split-up cavalry teams towards the outer ring.
Just when the cloud covered the sunlight and casted a shadow onto the gra.s.sland, the Desolate Man warriors suddenly discovered that they could no longer chase after the cavalries, who were heading towards the outer ring and walking along the ring to set up bows and arrows, for their speed was instantly slowed down by a lot.
And the reason for the slowdown was because the solid gra.s.sland below their feets had suddenly turn soft!
The gra.s.s that were uprooted had slowly sank into the soft muddy ground, followed by the remains of the broken and abandoned weapon. The warriors' legs started to sink and they sunk even deeper into the gra.s.sland as they struggled to run. The former battle ground had turned into large swamp!
The Desolate Man warriors, who remained silent throughout, finally had a twist of fate. They strongly believed that they would obtain victory, yet today they fell into the gra.s.sland cavalry's trap, not knowing what would happen to them next. The gra.s.sland which they were on now, though only appeared to be a soft swampy ground, but it was not a quicksand that could swallow them in. However, they still had difficulties in maintaining their balances on this soft surface, and worst of all, they would not be able to make use of their strengths, which was their swift running speed.
After thousand of years of chasing snow wolves and snow deer on the boundless border of the Hot Sea, every Desolate Man warrior was trained to have a pair of strong and fast legs, and that was their best weapon. Yet now, their best weapon turned out to be useless. Not only were they unable to use it to chase the gra.s.sland cavalries, what was worst was that they could not dodge the arrows like before, not even to prevent the enemies from hitting their weak points with the arrows.
Whoos.h.!.+
The cavalries walking outside the gra.s.sland used the fastest speed to re-group themselves and arranged themselves into two large troops. With bows and arrows, they sped towards the Desolate Man warriors on their horses and surrounded them as they shot them down one by one.
With a thud, a sharp arrow pierced into a young Desolate Man's chest. He frowned in pain as he pulled out the arrow from his chest. However, before he could lift the long knife in the hand again, a second arrow came, followed by the third. Numerous arrows started to shower onto his body...and finally, the young man widened his eyes. He painfully and gradually kneeled down onto the ground, with his eyes filled with regrets. His kneels sunk into the soft ground and then he fell forward.
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