Chapter 22 (1/2)

Chapter 22: Each Second Counts!

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Lorde, at just 35 years of age, was already the youngest Level-6 Warrior of Pralync, the country of the Dark Elves.

The Warriors of the Firuman Continent developed their Battle Aura at Level-3. At Level-6, they could unleash their Battle Aura beyond the boundaries of their bodies as ranged attacks.

Before Level-6, however, a Warrior had to risk being attacked as he attempted to get close to an enemy Magician. But at Level-6, they gained the strength they needed to truly confront Magicians.

In the world of the Dark Elves, strength was equivalent to status. The young Dark Elf prodigy, Lorde, had been appointed as the marshal of the Dark Elves’ ambush on Gladstone City.

The Dark Elf Army, now just five miles away from Gladstone City, could already see the city’s high walls and the spire of the clock tower when they looked towards the East.

Their plan hadn’t been carried out as smoothly as Lorde had imagined.

The scouts he sent out came back with waves of bad news that made Lorde’s face as dark as the stormy sea.

“Marshal, there are still guards on Gladstone’s city walls!”

“Marshal, the northern doors have not been opened as planned.”

“Marshal, there are at least 2000 guards on Gladstone’s city walls! All of the defensive units along the walls have been deployed!”

There was dead silence from Lorde and his generals.

The Dark Elf Assassin from the city earlier hadn’t told them anything like that. All he had said was that most of the prominent figures in the city had been killed, and that Gladstone City’s Magicians had been wiped out. The only accident throughout the entire operation had been the destruction of the Portal Tower in the Magic Academy. Because of that, they had had no other choice but to send someone with the bad news.

But now, it looked as if there had been more major disturbances within the past couple of hours.

“Bring the Assassin here!” Lorde seethed at the Dark Elf’s shortcomings.

The Assassin who had sent the message was brought over quickly. He knew that all was not well when he saw Lorde and the generals’ expressions. His legs turning to jelly, he stumbled and fell.

He scrambled to his feet, shaking as he walked up to the Marshal and addressed him respectfully. “Marshal, I am here.”

Lorde’s handsome face was so ominous it looked as if a black hole might swallow him up at any moment. His ruby eyes pierced through the Assassin before him. “This is your last chance. Are you hiding anything from me?”

The Assassin started to shake uncontrollably. After a while, he stammered, “Marshal…Jiggs is dead. He was killed by a young Magician, …the …the same one who destroyed the Portal Tower. Master Holmes had been on his tail when I was sent here.”

Lorde’s eyes narrowed. “A young Magician?”

A general beside him said softly, “Marshal, it seems like Holmes was no match for the young Magician. He was defeated as well.”

This was war. Defeat meant death!

Lorde felt a migraine coming on. Holmes was a member of the Silver Moon Mage’s Guild, and not one of his own soldiers. Holmes’ mission hadn’t been to fight either, he’d just been there to use the Portal Tower! Now that Holmes was dead, the Magicians from the Mage Guild would come after him again.

The anger in his heart grew. Glaring coldly at the Assassin, he asked, “And why didn’t you say all this earlier? Hmmn?”

The Assassin collapsed onto the ground. He knew his end was near.

Lorde waved a hand. Two Dark Elves came up and dragged the messenger away. Soon, a shrill scream rang out. The Assassin had been killed.

“Marshal, what do we do now?” asked another of the generals.

Lorde sneered, “Gladstone City’s leaders have all been killed. The 2000 troops guarding the city are just a useless pack. With haste, attack the city!”

He had 20,000 Warriors and he himself was a powerful, Level-6 Warrior. He was further aided by the generals, each of whom who were powerful in their own right. Gladstone City’s powerful fighters had been wiped out. The 2000 troops guarding the city were just average soldiers. Who could stop them if Lorde and his generals took the city by force?

The strength of his military gave Lorde the confidence that he would be able to take Gladstone before the human reinforcements arrived.

By then, he would be able to guard the city even against Gladstone’s allies, the Black Iron Garrison when they arrived. He would be honored among the Dark Elves when the sacrificial rites within the city were completed!

“Marshal, it’s a little risky. If…” one of his generals advised.

If they didn’t manage to take Gladstone before the human armies arrived, they would be in great danger.

“You dare to question me!” Lorde barked, his red eyes blazed at the general.