In the distance, the military flag of Poviss buzzed in the dusk, and the snow and mist kicked up by the torrent of black iron covered half of the sky. And the figure who rushed into the enemy's formation single-handedly disappeared among the vast iron cavalry, like a drop of water evaporating on the red-hot iron plate, leaving no trace.
There was deathly silence on the city wall, except for the whimpering of the north wind blowing snowflakes across the iron armor. In this suffocating silence, Maya finally collapsed and fell to her knees. Her mouth was open, but she couldn't even cry out - it was like the most terrifying nightmare. She wanted to scream, but found that her vocal cords had already been torn apart by despair.
Just when despair is about to swallow everyone on the city wall--
"Boom!"
A wave of skyrocketing suddenly exploded in the enemy formation! A figure tore through the sky like a sharp sword, and was surrounded by violent spiral airflow. Yavi's leather armor rustled in the strong wind, and the demon hunter badge shone brightly in the sunlight.
Before everyone could recover from the shock, the figure had already swooped down like a meteor, slamming into the enemy's rear with a devastating force.
"Bang--!!!"
Amidst the deafening roar, a giant tornado suddenly rose from the ground! The violent airflow turned into countless wind blades, and swept the surrounding enemy troops and horses high into the sky. The black-armored cavalry spun helplessly in the whirlwind like fallen leaves, and then was thrown to the ground. The heavy armor hit the ground with a heart-breaking sound of bone cracking.
The so-called undefeated "Iron-Treading Battalion" instantly went into chaos. The soldiers close to the tornado let out a shrill wail and desperately clung to the ground but were still swallowed by the strong wind; the cavalry a little further away were knocked to the ground by the frightened horses, and their flesh and blood flew everywhere under the trampling of iron hoofs.
"My Gods..." Katz's eyes widened, but the veteran quickly came to his senses. He pulled off his cloak and pointed his battle ax directly at the enemy. "Open the city gate! Attack with the whole army!"
Herbert and Jace were the first to rush down the city wall. As the fortress gate suddenly opened, the coalition forces poured out like a furious wave. At this moment, the Poviss vanguard was in a desperate situation - behind was an all-devouring death whirlwind, and in front was a murderous new force.
The enemy army lost its command and completely collapsed. Some people knelt down and begged for mercy, and more people dropped their weapons and fled for their lives. Silver armor and black iron collided fiercely on the plain, but the victory or defeat was already determined. The storm set off by the demon hunter not only tore apart the enemy formation, but also completely reversed the situation of the war!
In the center of the tornado, the figure of Yavi is looming. The silver sword in his hand has turned into a blue arc of light. Each slash brings a new wave of air, and each slash will harvest the life of an enemy.
The strong wind gradually subsided and the sand and dust scattered. When the surviving Poviss soldiers finally saw the lonely figure in the center of the battlefield, several elite soldiers wearing heavy armor immediately surrounded them. Their thick armors were covered with scratches left by the storm, but they still approached Yavi with heavy steps.
The leading warrior roared and raised his double-edged battle ax, "Your tricks end here!"
Five heavily armored warriors launched an attack at the same time. The heavy battle ax tore through the air and hit Yavi with enough power to split the city wall. However--
"Too slow." Yavi murmured in a low voice, moving half a step sideways like a ghost. The battle ax whizzed past his leather armor, only scratching an afterimage.
The second warrior took the opportunity to swing his hammer across, but Yavi had already predicted it. He tapped his toes, and his whole body floated in the wind of the hammer like a fallen leaf, and the silver sword drew a graceful arc in the air. With a crisp sound of "clang", the warrior was shocked to find that his stainless steel wrist guard had been neatly cut off, and the break was as smooth as a mirror.
"Impossible!" the third man roared and charged with his shield, trying to knock Yavi down with brute force. The corner of the demon hunter's mouth raised slightly, and the silver sword suddenly burst out with a dazzling blue light. The moment the sword edge came into contact with the tower shield, the thick steel was split into two pieces like tissue paper. Before the warrior could exclaim, the tip of the sword had penetrated the gap in the armor and pierced the heart accurately.
Seeing that the situation was not going well, the fourth warrior hurriedly retreated and tried to regroup. Yavi followed him like a shadow, approaching with a lunge. The silver sword swung upwards from bottom to top, splitting the opponent's blocked ax along with the breastplate. Blood spurted out, drawing a beautiful red arc in the sunset.
The last warrior finally collapsed, dropped his weapon and turned around to run away. Yavi held the sword in his right hand without moving, and quickly formed a seal with his left hand. A wind blade roared out, cutting off most of the escaper's helmet and head. The headless corpse ran forward for three more steps before falling to the ground.
The battlefield fell into dead silence again. Yavi shook off the blood beads on his sword, and his cold eyes swept around. The surviving Poviss soldiers retreated one after another, and no one dared to take a step forward. The three feet around the demon hunter had become a death zone.
The rapid sound of horse hooves came from far and near. Marquis Katz took the lead in breaking through the enemy formation with his three sons, followed closely by Herbert and Jace. When they rushed to Yavi, they saw the demon hunter standing in the middle of a pile of corpses, with his silver sword hanging low and blood dripping from the tip.
"Yavi!" Herbert turned over and dismounted, and the armor made a heavy collision sound. He and Jace walked forward quickly, nervously checking his son's condition. Yavi raised his hand to indicate that although the leather armor was stained with blood, there was no wound. "I'm fine." His voice was calm, as if the fight just now was just a training exercise.
Everyone quickly rejoined the battle and cleared away the remaining resistance. Yavi quickly walked towards an overturned carriage and raised his hand to form a seal. Aard Sign exploded, and the wreckage of the carriage was completely lifted, revealing the unconscious bald man inside. The gilt armor the man wore still shone in the sunset, and the family crest on his chest showed his noble identity.
As early as in the air, Yavi's sharp Witcher Senses locked onto the figure who was constantly giving orders. He accurately controlled the landing point of the tornado in order to capture the commander alive. In the chaos, Yavi knocked him out with a hand knife and hid under the relatively safe carriage wreckage.
"Whoops--" With the clear whistle of Yavi, a black war horse galloped from the edge of the battlefield. He lifted the unconscious commander with one hand and climbed onto the horse as easily as he was carrying a bag of grain. Looking around, he saw that the battle was coming to an end, and the surviving enemies were either surrendering or fleeing.
Yavi rode his horse slowly back to the fortress, the prisoner he was holding in his left hand swaying with the ups and downs of the horse. On the city wall, the defenders had already burst into cheers of victory. Seeing this, Katz and Herbert immediately ordered, "Collect weapons! Treat the wounded! Take all the prisoners into custody." Go back!" The generals took one last look at the blood-soaked plain and followed Yavi's footsteps back to Tuck Fortress. The setting sun stretched their shadows very long, and together with the scattered weapons and corpses on the battlefield, they formed a cruel and magnificent war picture.