680 Great Failure (1/2)

About to enter the Netherworld, Knight Gray seemed to actually obtain the blessing of the Gods, letting Fang Yuan find the antidote successfully from Jamal's corpse.

Only, as he was applying treatment, his face had already turned black and his entire body had a slight fever.

”Damn Jamal!”

Gray's spirit was still relatively decent. Perhaps it was due to a warrior's physique, the antidote worked quickly. Within a short while, he was energetically cursing and scolding. ”If he was still alive, I'd explode his brain! I swear!”

”Mmmm.”

Fang Yuan happily drank his meat soup.

Although Howl Manor had lost the villa and many of interior documents, the warehouses were still intact and the goods they contained were plentiful.

These were all his treasures.

”This isn't good!!!!”

Instead, it was Gray who nearly wanted to jump up after suddenly thinking of something after his bout of dizziness. ”The baron's in trouble! We need to immediately assist him!”

Since Knight Frey had already prepared beforehand, and even set traps on one of the lands under his jurisdiction, the baron's main force was naturally even less optimistic.

”I know. However, it's a shame that this incident has already happened.”

Fang Yuan made a regretful expression and passed over a letter. ”A raven just sent news that the baron met with a massive failure. Even Mattus died!”

…

Time moved slightly backward.

Frey Territory, on a piece of flat land.

Baron Shawshank brought three knights and an army comprising of nearly a thousand, while Sorcerer Heim covered his face and followed behind.

This formation was being used to only suppress a small knight was practically like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut. Nobody believed that anything could go wrong.

Unfortunately, sometimes destiny enjoyed playing jokes on mortals.

Receiving intelligence beforehand, Knight Frey had long gathered all the forces under his command, obtained the assistance of a mysterious force, and set many traps.

Furthermore, on the flat plains, more than seven hundred soldiers had assembled.

This number and formation had already exceeded Baron Shawshank's predictions.

”Damn Haital! Even your family's private soldiers are being completely used by them!” Baron Shawshank held onto a monocular and looked at the army formation not far away, seeming a little hesitant. ”Heim, should we retreat for now and wait for the other knights to arrive? Especially Luhn, his ability will be very useful.”

After all, he was a baron that grew up in a peaceful era. The usual small battles were still acceptable for him, but at this moment of deciding his destiny, it was inevitable for him to worry about personal gains and losses.

”Definitely not, Lord Baron!”

Although Heim was a sorcerer, he also knew the ludicrousness within. ”How would we withdraw a thousand people and ensure that the enemies won't chase us? Even if we leave successfully, next time you'll become very passive.”

If a baron was so frightened by a knight that he escaped, it would definitely become a huge joke.

Furthermore, it would even humiliate the nobles.

In a joint conference with the nobles, even Grand Duke Stan would sometimes face difficulty in giving orders.

If the winds changed, confusing right and wrong, or even getting labeled as traitors, was completely possible!

”Right now, we can only try our best to defeat them.”

Heim said gravely, ”They only have seven hundred people, while we have nine hundred with reinforcements on the way. This is our advantage! Even if we're in a stalemate, after waiting for the knights to clean up the other bases, the opponent's camp will be in shambles.”

”Also… I will unleash my magic to aid the army!”

It went without saying that many of the sorcerer's suggestions were not random utterances.

It was only that he was overestimating the baron's abilities and neglecting Frey's strength.

This combined difference was not something that a mere sorcerer could change.

”Attack!”

As the battle formations on both sides blew their horns, the knights urged their warhorses. While they were preparing to charge, Heim was also preparing the only large scale magic spell that he knew: Wild Wind!

This spell could raise gusts of strong wind that blew sand and stones. Most importantly, its range was sufficient to cover the entire battlefield!

Once enemies met with winds blowing the opposite direction and were blinded by wind and sand while still having to deal with enemy swords, how difficult would it be for them?

Thus, this was a spell that could change the outcome of the small-scale battle. Heim had also relied on this spell to be accepted as a court sorcerer.

Accompanying his chants, the surrounding breeze started flowing, and just as his spell was about to accumulate and materialize…

Swoosh!

Suddenly, a ray of pure holy light appeared in Knight Frey's camp, directly charging into the Wild Wind spell.

”Counterspell? Pastor!”

Heim's face changed and he howled, falling directly from his horse.

In this realm, only a pastor could use this magical skill of disrupting another's spell.

Of course, most importantly, in order to disrupt a high-level spell such as Wild Wind, the pastor's rank could not be too low!

As for Heim suffering from the countercharge, it was not strange at all.

For a spell with such a huge range, how great would the resulting damage be if forced to stop? If it did not cause him to directly plummet, it was because of his willpower being sufficiently strong and firm.