A Crushing Defeat, Surrender, and a Harsh Servant Contract

If someone had told Ma Wei

that his three Golden Legions would be wiped out,

he would have burst out laughing.

He would have mocked the other person as an idiot.

The only force capable of defeating a Golden Legion was another Golden Legion.

Among all the lords in the world,

lords who possessed three Golden Legions were rarer than phoenix feathers.

The odds of two such lords clashing

were even lower than the odds of winning the lottery on Blue Star.

And if someone had told him

that the other side not only had three Golden Legions, but had also

completely annihilated his three Golden Legions within half an hour,

Ma Wei would have stood up and slapped him.

Then he would have told him,

"Even a dream shouldn't be that ridiculous."

But!

Today!

Right before his eyes,

such an absurd scene had actually unfolded.

When Gu Xiaosang and Ma Wei brought their main forces onto the battlefield,

he saw a scene he would never forget.

On the battlefield,

those Golden Legions he had been so proud of

were actually torn to pieces like fragile sheets of paper.

The highly mobile Centaur Chieftain Axe Cavalry

were pierced through by a cavalry force wreathed in holy light after a single charge.

The recruited Golden and Orange Heroes

were slain in the blink of an eye by female knights wielding lances and clad in Magnificent Armor.

The Centaur Chieftain Cavalry, having lost their command,

collapsed completely.

The holy-light-wreathed cavalry pressed them to the ground and slaughtered them like pigs.

That was more than ten thousand Golden Cavalry!

On the other side of the battlefield,

the remaining twenty-thousand-plus Centaur Cavalry had it even worse.

High in the sky,

tens of thousands of Aerial Legions suddenly dove down.

Before they even made contact,