On the scorching hot battlefield, Liz and the lords invariably raised their hands to wipe the sweat from their foreheads. No one could tell whether it was the sweat burned by the fire waves or the cold sweat caused by witnessing this unimaginable magical power. Wherever the flame tornado passed, the enemy formations were harvested in pieces like wheat stalks, and the air was filled with a burning atmosphere.
"Now!" Liz waved his arms violently. As the attack horn sounded across the battlefield, the long-prepared heavy cavalry poured down like a torrent of steel, their iron hoofs crushed the scorched earth, and their spears pointed directly at the collapsed enemy formation. The infantry phalanx followed closely behind, and the shouts of killing shook the earth.
Yavi sensed the approach of friendly forces, and slowly retracted his hands. The raging flame tornado began to dissipate, turning into sparks falling from the sky. He landed lightly, with the silver sword in hand, and his eyes scanned the battlefield like an eagle. The flag of the main tent was still flying, but the enemy general was nowhere to be seen.
"Don't let others take the lead in your battle achievements..." Yavi raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and swept towards the main tent like a ghost. The defeated soldiers along the way huddled behind the trenches and debris, and no one dared to stop the demon hunter who had just created hell on earth.
It was not until in front of the main tent that four guards in scarlet cloaks stood with their swords crossed. "Back off!" the leader of the guards shouted sternly, but his voice was trembling hard to conceal. The veins in the hands holding the swords bulged, and the bodies under the armor were trembling unconsciously - they knew they were going to die, but they still adhered to their last duty.
Yavi's left hand quickly formed a seal on his chest, and with his fingers flying, three different Signss were shot out one after another. The last lavender inverted triangle Signs accurately hit the left guard's chest, and the man's eyes instantly became distracted.
The scream of the silver sword cutting through the air sounded almost at the same time as Signs took effect. The guard leader instinctively blocked the gun, but saw a flash of cold light, and the gun shaft made of fine steel broke like rotten wood. The cold sword edge passed by his throat, and the strong wind brought by it drew a blood line on his neck.
"You--!" The guard leader staggered back. Before he could issue a warning, the scene in front of him made his blood freeze. The guard who was hit by Signs suddenly jumped up, and the tomahawk smashed into his companion's shoulder blade with a sound of breaking through the air. The sound of broken bones was clearly audible. The injured guard's eyes widened and he looked at his former comrade in disbelief.
The figure of Yavi shuttled through the chaos like a ghost. The silver sword turned to the nearest guard on the right with the force of the spin, and the magic power remaining on the blade dragged a light blue trajectory in the air. The guard hurriedly raised his shield, but saw Yavi suddenly change his moves, and the tip of the sword penetrated from the bottom of the shield like a poisonous snake, accurately penetrating the gap in the armor.
Yavi's silver sword was pulled out from the throat of the last guard, bringing out a string of blood beads. He flicked the blade and glanced coldly at the only remaining guard leader. The burly warrior was holding the long sword of his dead companion at the moment. Rapid breathing came from under the thick armor, and the tip of the sword trembled slightly and pointed at the two of them.
"Deal with him." Yavi gave a brief order to the personal guard controlled by Axii Sign, and he rushed towards the main tent without looking back. Immediately behind him, there was the harsh sound of metal collision, and the desperate roar of the leader of the personal guard, "Damn demon hunter! You--" Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a muffled sound.
Yavi The moment he opened the curtain, the demon hunter's keen senses immediately caught a strange movement - amidst the rapid din of the battlefield, a heart was beating crazily with a frightening rhythm.
His eyes were fixed on the gorgeous dining table inlaid with gold rims in the tent. With a loud "bang", Yavi kicked the heavy dining table away, causing sawdust to fly everywhere. Under the table huddled a trembling young man, with a luxurious silk robe embroidered with a complicated family crest, and the gemstone dagger worn at his waist shimmering with extravagant light under the firelight.
"Don't, don't kill me!" The young man raised his hands in horror, his pampered face full of tears and dust. Yavi squinted his eyes - although he didn't recognize this face, he had seen too many "gilding" tricks of sending heirs to the front line. Presumably, the assassin of School of the Cat was the insurance specially arranged by the noble master's family.
Everything suddenly became clear: this seemingly adventurous raid was originally supposed to be a carefully planned victory. If it weren't for his unexpected factor, the one hiding under the table and shaking now would probably be Liz City Master.
Yavi's lips curled into a sneer, and the tip of the silver sword gently lifted the young man's chin. "It seems that someone made a wrong calculation."
Yavi grabbed the young noble by the back of the collar like a prey, and slashed the side of his neck with a precise hand knife. The limp body was easily carried on his shoulders, and the luxurious silk robe hung down, leaving an embarrassing trace in the dust.
When he walked out of the camp, the controlled guard was still standing there like a sculpture, and the blood on the battle ax had not dried up. Yavi did not stop, but coldly said, "Kill yourself."
There was a muffled sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh from behind. Yavi did not look back, but the demon hunter's keen hearing captured the heavy sound of the armor falling to the ground, and the weak gasps at the last moment of his life. The poor man did not understand until his death why he swung the ax at his comrades, let alone whose blood his hands were stained at the last moment of his life - perhaps this ignorance was the last mercy given by fate.
Yavi carried the unconscious noble through the smoke-filled battlefield, thinking to himself: If the bodyguard knew that he had personally slaughtered the companions he had been with day and night, even death would not be able to appease the regret. Sometimes, the truth is the cruelest torture.
Yavi walked through the messy battlefield, stepping on scattered weapons and blackened flags from time to time. Poviss's position was completely silent, with only a few remaining fires that had not yet been extinguished extinguished in the wind.
Not far away, the figures of City Lord Liz, Herbert, and Jace appeared in front of them. Behind them were a small group of elite soldiers, obviously looking for traces of Yavi. When Liz saw clearly the person carrying Yavi on his shoulders, his sharp eyes suddenly lit up.
"Your Excellency Yavi! Which unlucky guy are you carrying on your shoulders?" Liz stepped forward quickly, with uncontrollable excitement in his voice.
Yavi casually threw the young nobleman to the ground, raising a cloud of dust. "I don't know," he shrugged, "But looking at this outfit, it should be worth a lot of ransom."
Liz squatted down and brushed away the young man's messy hair. When he saw the pale face clearly, his whole person froze as if struck by lightning. He slowly raised his head and looked at Yavi with an almost absurd expression. "You... you really don't know who he is?"
Herbert and Jace exchanged a confused look. Liz City Lord pointed his trembling fingers at the captive on the ground, and his voice changed his tone. "This is the youngest son of King Poviss - Alphonse Dodge!"