Chapter 184 (1/2)
The sky was dark and the solid gra.s.sland turned into swamp.
No matter how strong the Desolate Man warriors were, as long as they were unable to run at high speed like they did at the border of the Hot Sea, they had lost their most essential capability. In the eyes of the gra.s.sland cavalry, who were busily pulling their bows, they had instantly became immobilized targets for their arrows. No matter how amazing their defense were, after numerous arrows pierced through their bodies, they would still eventually died from bleeding.
Of course, using only arrows to kill these Desolate Man warriors whose skins were as thick as metal and bones as tough as rocks, even if these warriors did not dodge them, they would also need a horrendous amount of arrows to do that. Under normal battle circ.u.mstance, no cavalry would bring along that large amount of arrows. However, ever since the Desolate Man warriors moved south, more than ten tribes from the Left-Tent palace had lost the battles. The men from the gra.s.sland had learnt their lessons via numerous defeated battles and finally, they decided that they would invite one of the seven Necromancers from the palace to support them. They had even sent their best cavalries. Thus, how could it be possible that they did not foresee they would require large amount of arrows today?
The horses galloped swiftly like gust of wind and the arrows poured down from the sky. A gra.s.sland cavalry blew a sharp whistle as he used his legs to kick the horse's abdomen. With his perfect archery skills, he accurately aimed his target and pulled his bow. A Desolate Man warrior, who was stuck in the middle of the group, was struggling to pull his legs away from the soft ground as he used all his might to waddle towards the outskirt of the gra.s.sland.
But when he took his second step, his leg was stuck in the swamp-like gra.s.sland again. Furthermore, with the accurate and terrifying shooting of arrows, the Desolate Man warriors were slow in their a.s.sault. The strongest warrior among them ignored the arrows that were pierced all over his body as he bravely stepped through the thick muddy ground. When he was less than 20 steps away from the gra.s.sland cavalry, an arrow stabbed through his knee and he hopelessly collapsed onto the ground with a dull thud.
Facing with such a strange trap, the oldest man among the Desolate Man warriors had already noticed the weird horse carriage located behind the gra.s.sland cavalry and the bunch of weird people on the carriage. Upon guessing that the sudden change of the gra.s.sland must be related to the carriage, the old man shouted a few words loudly. A Desolate Man warrior with thick strong arms walked over with difficulty and stopped in front of him.
The old man pressed his palm onto the back of this Desolate Man warrior and after a low exclaimation, his face turned pale. An unexplainable huge force was pa.s.sed into the warrior's body through the palm.
The warrior's arms instantly grew even thicker, as though something had entered his body. He forcefully endured the pain on his over-stretched skin and ignored the blood that was gus.h.i.+ng out from the corner of his eyes. He gazed at the horse carriage which was parked at a distant. Suddenly, he roared like a beast as he pulled out a large axe from his waist and violently threw it towards the carriage!
Swoos.h.!.+ The large axe flew across the air rapidly like a lightning as it pa.s.sed through hundreds of metres before it hacked towards the palace's old Necromancer!
In view that the sharp axe was approaching them with such a loud swoos.h.i.+ng noise, the two strong men who were silently standing by the side of the Old Necromancer all these while immediately lifted the huge s.h.i.+eld beside their feet at the critical moment and blocked it in front of the Necromancer.
The collision of the axe and the large metal s.h.i.+eld produced a loud crisp thud!
The gra.s.sland soldiers beside the carriage could not help but covered their ears and went down to their knees.
However, the magnificent horse carriage only trembled lightly and went back to normal.
Within the carriage, the Old Necromancer remained expressionless while sitting on the metal disk. He rapidly chanted the incantation as the wrinkles on his face became deeper. The Qi of Heaven and Earth surrounding him entered the disk with his incantation, as it flowed along the complicated Talisman inscription and beneath the gra.s.sland. It was then projected out from another metal disc which was buried under the ground before the battle by the palace, which caused the gra.s.sland to become more moist and soft.
The last hope for the Desolate Man warriors was then gone. They lifted their heavy long knives and struggled in the swamp as they tried to waddle their way towards the outskirt of the gra.s.sland. Their men were continuously being shot by multiple arrows and were bled to death. The whistle from the gra.s.sland cavalries grew shrill as their scary faces filled with the joy of revenge.
Damp gra.s.s, b.l.o.o.d.y mud and galloping horses, forming a brutal and despair scene.
The gra.s.sland suddenly became extremely quiet, clear and s.p.a.cious.
The cruel arrow shooting and killing continued on. Other than the buzzing sound at the ears, the swoos.h.i.+ng sound of the flying arrows and the shrill whistle from the gra.s.sland cavalry, there were no other sound. Those Desolate Man warriors stopped struggling and instead, they tried to lower themselves in the gra.s.s swamp as they quietly defend themselves. They had stopped their attempts to get out of the swamp.
Then the buzzing, swoos.h.i.+ng and shrill whistle were gone. The noisy and messy battle ground had become extremely silent, or should it be said that silent was just an opposite way of describing the situation. In fact, those noises were gone due to one sound, which was heard by everyone in the battle ground.
It was a dull buzzing sound of a heavy object falling through the air at high speed. It was neither the sound of arrows, nor the flying sword used in Central Plains. It sounded more like a giant rock that was being thrown down from the cloud by Haotian and it was falling at a rapid speed.
The Desolate Man warriors, who had lowered their bodies to hide themselves in the swamp, raised their heads with difficulty and gazed up into the sky. They were prepared to face death and their eyes were already looking very peaceful, yet at this moment, they were filled with burning pa.s.sion and respect.
The gra.s.sland cavalries who were riding the horses in the center of the gra.s.sland, for whatever reason, felt fear and subconsciously slowed down their speed in pulling their bows as they turned around and looked.
Both parties raised their heads and looked into the sky.
A horrifying buzz sounded from the sky.
The clouds covered the sunlight, casting a shadow on the ground.
And right in the shadow,
A man fell down from the sky.
He brushed through the sky with his body covered with burning blood. As he fell from the sky that was over ten meters high, his horrifying speed expanded the air surrounding his body, creating a semi-circle mist. At the back of his legs were sparks spurting out like blood, though it was unclear whether those were produced due to the severe friction when he fell.
This man was like a huge meteorite falling towards earth.
And the place where the meteorite landed, was exactly on top of the gorgeous horse carriage which belonged to the gra.s.sland Left-Tent palace.
The two strong warriors in the carriage immediately lifted the heavy large s.h.i.+eld and block it on top of the Old Necromancer.
The hands of the Old Necromancer trembled violently as he used his Psyche Power to gather his surrounding Qi of Heaven and Earth. He then lifted his head and his eyes were filled with extreme horror as he saw a leg falling towards him from the tiny cracks of the s.h.i.+eld.