Chapter 371: Landing (1/2)

Chapter 371: Landing

Translator: EndlessFantasy TranslationEditor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Han Yue's arms grew heavier as his heart. Looking at the collapsing ally, his mind turned numb. Slaughter! Slaughter! Slaughter! His arms mechanically brandished the sword with last ounce of strength. Carcasses were on the ground, the blood could be tasted. Sometimes he wondered if he was bleeding or the blood of the fallen Fangwolves tainted his body. His clothing was torn, his arms were feeling disengaging soon.

Three hours had passed at the battleground, the intensity of the wolves' attacks did not seem to be ebbing away however.

Han Yue was feeling their extra hours were merely an exchange of his allies.

It felt hopeless.

”My leader, take a rest. You have fought enough, leave the frontline to us for the moment.” A voice was heard as a pair of lances came from his back. He then felt being forced to the back, into the circle of the formation. The long battle had completely drained him. That was a handy change of pace. His loyal allies offered a switch in the nick of time. No gratitude was heard from him, as his words only escaped as the fainting pants. He begged for a dramatic recovery, just so he could return the favor better by getting back into action before things went wrong again.

His bleary eyes glanced at the standing men whose face were all worn out and getting insane somehow. It was a demanding fight, he knew. He also saw the few wounded men being forcibly dragged behind, as the few mentalists had ordered. Their extrasensory perception however had bestowed them the sensibility in the situation. Their senses, their mind and their heart made them the best strategist in group. The mystic arts seemed more ornamental at this situation, gorgeous but impractical in war field to most men perhaps. Nonetheless, it was the mystic arts that had become the bad luck ward of those warriors in front. The spells guarded the critical attacks for them on occasions.

The main attackers were the martial arts practitioners and alchemists. Yup, the alchemists were always the most lethal with their potions which could easily launch a heavy AoE attack - perfect for the belligerent wolf packs. Unfortunately, the trump force of the team seemed to be diminishing, as a large portion of the raw materials had been consumed for the attacks. Soon the alchemists went dethroned of their largest output to the battle as they got escorted to the very center again as a non-battle member in the team.

They could only rely on the practitioners and the mentalists now. The people who got out of the frontline was dead silent, as they gargled drinks and crunched their food supplies, striving for recovery quickest as possible.

Glad that I brought quite a number of mentalists this time. I might have lost way more allies if without these mentalists. But well, not like I managed to keep most of my allies.

Not even half of his army remained standing in the field now...

He glanced at the old lady again. She still retained her character - insensible and undisturbed - which was convincingly highly experienced of the spices of life.

Such old lady! Such decisiveness... I could never compete. Probably I would lose more men if she did not call her men to join the field. Yes, she was left with 2 guards, as the other eight formed into pairs guarding four directions. Their strength were far greater than even the leader of the surrounded team, Han Yue himself, that their stance remained like a dead nail on the wall, unshakable.

Their vitality seemed everlasting as the pace of their attacks persisted. No panic, no confusion, like 8 humanoids, overclocked, unaware of fatigue and careless mistakes. Their expression remained stern and solemn, as if nothing could shake them at all.

Thanks to the 8 guards or we would have...

That was a frightening thought Han Yue had.

When are the aids arriving?

Han Yue could hear his heart pounding in wails as he saw the retreating men in cuts and blood. But all he could do was to wait... for a flickering hope that felt unreachable.

”Have some water.” A bottle was passed to his lips. Han Yue flinched, he lifted his head to see the white clothed lady resting by his side. It was the servant of the old lady! Her fair hands were holding a container of classy design. Han Yue's eyes shifted to the old lady who returned him a smile at the other side. He stood up and gave a bow immediately, as his hand reached the bottle, ”Thank you my lady.” The lady smiled, ”You're most welcomed.”

Han Yue was going to take a sip, however one wounded ally suddenly sprung from the ground as his bloody finger pointed the sky, ”My leader! Take a look at the sky! The sky! W-what is that?!”

Han Yue's eyes traced the direction and they enlarged instantly, as his raising hand stopped. People were looking, with all their attention upon the sky.

There was a tiny spot... traveling rather rapidly... towards ... here?

...

Ye Chong was trying to regain control of his glider. The turbulence was tormenting the sense of balance, especially for a newbie like him. It would be a great if he could land in one piece, but that seemed as far-fetched as a miracle when the glider seemed to be getting hopelessly out of control. The speed was increasing. The airflow was pressing his squinted eyes.

The lever of the glider was being frantically shifted all sides, but the outcome was unhelpful. If Ye Chong was a professional in this, such wind might not be a trouble as he could have utilized the ever-changing airflow to regain momentum and control of direction. But well, Ye Chong was not a professional, so was his glider. Those techniques that sounded almost acrobatic were speaking alien in his head.

He tried everything he could, yet the situation remained unchanged. He focused on the control, as he realized he should forget about direction to ensure at least a safe landing.

Phew.

Finally he felt the airflow slowing down - the biggest good news of his entire life probably since a complex and ever-changing airflow is the most lethal at high velocity. He could imagine himself directly crashing into the ground if the airflow refused to cooperate.