Chapter 297: Explosion (1/2)

Chapter 297: Explosion

It was a scene of three thousand, including three hundred notorious Death Guards from the Calamity Church, against six hundred people. The difference in power was completely disproportionate. The fate of the remaining six hundred people was destined to be death, just that the exact moment of their demise was dragged out for a few more minutes.

Life became cheap with every ear-piercing, miserable scream of the mercenaries that were from various races and of different skin colors. They slowly and listlessly fell in a pool of blood. Streams of air, barely visible to the human eye, drifted upwards from the dead bodies before gathering in a corner of the mountain valley.

Han Shuo was the hand in the shadows that’d pulled the strings of this battle. With the three yin demons observing the overall battle, he sat on the sidelines in a surreptitious corner, extremely comfortable as he absorbed each burst of scattered energy. The desires of the bloodlust realm were churning, wanting to explode out. However, his rational mind tightly forced the urge down.

Lives perished as time passed. The original group of six hundred mercenaries guarding the mine were now down to two hundred. The mages in this group were ceaselessly releasing various spells. Their targets were naturally the mercenaries with the vivid colored outfits. No one would waste their magic on the Death Guards.

Adam Menlo and the experts from his family were the first few to arrive. However, they could only used magic and arrows to attack Laureton’s group in the mountain valley from a distance. They stood still as they watched their remaining family members in the valley get slaughtered.

It wasn’t that they didn’t want to, but rather that they just didn’t dare!

Those elite members of the House of Menlo, who could fly in the air, were all magic creature riders. This elite army was the foundation of the family. It was a pity that their numbers were few, far fewer than the number of experts in Laureton’s Cairo mercenary band. Adam Menlo’s heart bled as he watched his family members die one by one. However, he didn’t dare to come in close to rescue them. He knew full well that once he landed, what awaited his group would be destructive blows.

He was waiting, waiting for Florida and Katar’s groups to arrive. The new arrivals would be able to surround Laureton’s group from outside the mountain valley. He was waiting for more members of the three forces to assemble and then vent their accumulated rage towards Laureton.

“Honorable father, save me!” A middle-aged man, with a face similar to Adam Menlo’s, was riding an armored Black Buffalo in the middle of the valley. His eyes flooded with helplessness as he called out miserably to Adam Menlo, who hovered in the air on his fiery bird.

Laureton stood in front of this middle-aged man, holding his Berserker’s War Axe, leering widely. Several berserkers were next to Laureton, also grinning maliciously as they coordinated to keep watch on the middle-aged man. Laureton wasn’t in a hurry to kill him.

Instead, he lifted his head to look at to the sky, as if waiting for Adam Menlo to draw nearer.

However, he only saw Adam Menlo turn around with his shoulders trembling slightly after waiting for a while. It seemed that Adam had made the right decision despite the agony he felt in his heart.

“No!” The middle-aged man bitterly growled. Laureton approached and cleaved him in two. The echoing sound of his dying cry made the distant Adam Menlo falter on the back of his flaming bird.

The heavy sounds of dull hooves were finally heard. Florida and Katar were leading a large number of mercenaries to advance upon the mountain valley. Adam Menlo’s eyes were bloodshot as he held up beneath the heart wrenching agony of the scenes displayed in front of him. He was the first to rush into the center of the valley. Fighting aura burst out from the spear in his hand and intersected with the blazing flames from the flaming bird’s beak, instantly taking several lives.

The battle had become even more devastating, taking place in the mountain valley like a raging fire. Han Shuo absorbed the killing intent quietly and indifferently. He coldly watched the battle that had turned the mountain valley into a level of hell and desperately suppressed his intense desire to join the fray.

The evenly matched forces fought each other until they became crazed with bloodlust as time went on. Ninety percent of the Valley of Sunshine’s forces had become involved in this, either for the mithril mine, or to gain privilege in the Valley, or to vent their deep hatred accumulated over the many years.

The life force of the unyielding powerhouses was happily absorbed by an opportunist. Soon, the bodies piled up all over the whole mountain valley and began to hinder the battle itself. The races slaughtered each other to their heart’s content out of interest and hatred.