A windy day for arson, a dark night for murder.
The Bloody slaughter in the darkness comes quickly and goes even faster.
Less than ten minutes later, the last scream faded away. The entire 200-man cavalry force was wiped out; not a single man escaped. The six masters, without lingering, vanished into the darkness like ghosts in the night. They left no trace, only the trickling blood flowing like a stream in the grass and the pungent stench of Bloody that filled the air, silently testifying to the fierce battle that had taken place there.
More than an hour later, voices finally came from afar.
A small troop of cavalry, clad in silver helmets and armor, riding uniformly black armored steeds, came galloping from the stone fortress at the distant mountain pass, carrying torches. The cavalrymen chatted and laughed, extremely relaxed, and soon approached the site of the previous carnage. Just as they were about to get close, the leading one- One-Eyed Dragon knight suddenly frowned in confusion, his expression hardening. He gestured backward, and the cavalrymen, who had been galloping at full speed, immediately slowed down, drew their swords, gripped their shields, and assumed a defensive posture.
" The Bloody is overwhelming. Could it be that Prince Aike and his men fought against the bastards of Chambord City?"
Filled with questions, they slowly rode closer. Before them stood a dark, small hill in the shadows. A sudden gust of night wind blew, and a nauseating Bloody of blood instantly filled the air. The cavalrymen's horses neighed in fear and trembled, staggering backward. The One-Eyed Dragon knight dismounted, took a torch from a nearby rider, and tossed it forward.
Whoosh--!
The flames flickered in the night wind, illuminating the darkness ahead.
"Oh my god... what did I just see?!"
In that instant, everyone felt their blood turn to ice, as if they were in an ice cave or had fallen into Hell.
No one had expected that the small hill shrouded in shadow was actually a mass of Black Rock City cavalry corpses. Blood, broken armor, shattered swords, broken blades, dead horses, bones, and human heads were all neatly piled together. Before this mound of corpses, a relatively intact cavalry javelin lay planted in the ground, a helmeted head embedded in its tip, crimson blood flowing down the shaft and congealing...
"No... it's Prince Aike!!!" the One-Eyed Dragon exclaimed in disbelief.
"Who exactly attacked them?"
"It must be those guys from Chambord City... They must have ambushed Prince Aike. Besides them, there's no other force in the vicinity that can rival Prince Aike and his men..."
"That's too cruel! Not a single survivor was left!"
The cavalrymen were thrown into chaos. The night wind blew through the trees, scattering withered leaves, as if countless killing gods lurked in the darkness, ready to deliver a fatal blow. The scene was eerie and terrifying. Since their opponents had been able to silently slaughter two hundred of Prince Aike's cavalrymen, their twenty-odd men were no match for Asse. The One-Eyed Dragon knight leader quickly realized the danger of their situation. He removed Prince Aike's head from the javelin, carefully wrapped it in his cloak, then swiftly turned, mounted his horse, and led his cavalrymen away from the carnage as if fleeing for their lives.
They came roaring in, but left in a panic, like stray dogs, without even having time to dispose of the bodies of their comrades.
The golden sunrise slowly climbed up from the distant mountains, gilding the world with a thin layer of gold.
It was a beautiful and peaceful morning.
A streak of red glow appeared on the horizon, staining half the sky crimson like bright red blood—a striking sight.
The Chambord Expeditionary Army set off again, proceeding at a leisurely pace towards the mountain pass of the Blazing Sun Mountains. The morning air was slightly chilly. Angela and Jima had gone to chat with Princess Tanasha in her magic carriage. Sun Fei, riding his Big Black, led the way, looked at the red sunrise on the horizon, and laughed, "Oh, look! Blood has stained the sky red. It seems there must have been some Bloody slaughter last night..."
Upon hearing His King King's words, those around him laughed.
Heng and Ha Generals Paul Pierce and Drogba, riding on the backs of the Crimson Flame Beast, lingered and touched the axe handles. The fat, Giant -like warden Oleg was also clearly still immersed in some pleasant memories. The Saint Corps Commander Čech, remained silent as always, vigilantly observing his surroundings. Saint riding Crimson Flame Beast continued to appear in the distance, their small green flags flashing, indicating that everything was normal.
Frank Lampard, riding his Crimson Flame Beast behind Sun Fei, couldn't help but smile slightly upon hearing this. Last night was the first time he had used the Lightning Lightspeed Fist at full power in a battle, and the effect far exceeded his expectations. Under the impetus of Lightning-Element Dou Qi, the speed of his punches, propelled by those previously unheard-of hidden Dou Qi channels, was indeed astonishing. Lampard never expected that after that devastating setback, he would actually return to the path of cultivating Lightning-Element Dou Qi, and make rapid progress. A new and incredible path of cultivation had appeared before him when he was almost in despair. He could fully imagine what kind of achievements he would reach after mastering the [ Lightning Lightspeed Fist ] to its peak. Moreover, Alexander had asserted that this manual was not the final form, and there was still room for improvement and enhancement.
Clenching his fists tightly, Lampard felt a long-lost sense of power.
The group slowly approached the mountain pass, and the fortress built by Black Rock City in the distance became increasingly clear. It was a black Rock fortress built into the mountainside, with walls over twenty meters high that were incredibly sturdy, constructed entirely of unrefined iron ore. Two hundred-meter-tall warrior statues stood on either side of the mountain peaks. The crenellations on the walls were clearly defined, Black Rock City had heavily guarded it, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack. It was an extremely strategic fortress, and this fortress straddled the only passage from the Blazing Sun Mountains to the imperial capital, Saint Petersburg, making it truly impregnable!
The Chambord Expeditionary Army had to pass through the Blackstone Fortress in order to reach the imperial capital, Saint Petersburg.
However, at this time, the kingdoms of Chambord and Blackrock were in hostile relations, making it extremely difficult to pass through. If Sun Fei and his group hadn't already declared that they were going to participate in the Martial Combat Competition, they would probably have been mistaken for invaders the moment they entered Black Rock City. Some suggested that Sun Fei take a detour, bypassing the Blazing Sun Mountains and heading towards Saint Petersburg along the outer edge of the mountains. With the long-distance marching capabilities of the Crimson Flame Beast and military horses, it might be possible to reach Saint Petersburg before the martial arts competition. However, Sun Fei refused.
Wouldn't doing that mean Chambord City is afraid of Black Rock City?
Sun Fei was determined to march through Blackstone Fortress squarely and honorably.
However, before the Chambord Expeditionary Army even approached Blackstone Fortress, the Blackstone Fortress gates suddenly opened in the distance. Accompanied by a series of horn sounds that resounded through the sky, dust billowed into the distance as a black torrent of cavalry charged out of the city. There were at least two thousand of them, their momentum fierce and their killing intent palpable. Leading them was a burly old man of about fifty, with blond hair and a golden beard, wearing a jeweled gold helmet. His face was sinister and his eyes were filled with venom. With a wave of his hand, the cavalry split into two Black Torrent charged forward, their hostility undisguised.
"Formation - Defend!"
Čech remained calm throughout. With a loud shout, fifty Saint leaped from the back of the Crimson Flame Beast in unison. Sixty steel shields, their serrated edges meshing together, instantly formed a Teleport, sturdy steel wall, arranged in a cone-shaped formation directly in front. At the tip of the cone, Warden Oleg stood at the forefront, grinning maliciously and gripping his giant axe tightly. Behind him, the two hammer-wielding Heng and Ha Generals, Pierce and Drogba, stood side by side... Facing the enemy, the three war maniacs showed no fear, but rather wore expressions of eager excitement.
Squeak squeak squeak--!
The one hundred Urban Management split into two groups. One group of fifty sat quietly on horseback, drawing their strong bows. The white-feathered arrows gleamed coldly, aimed at the approaching enemy. These were all [ Jebe-class ] sharpshooters, capable of taking down at least fifty elite cavalrymen with a single shot. The other fifty Urban Management protected the princess's magical carriage, preventing Her Highness and Princess Angela from being caught in the chaos of the battle.
As for King Sun Fei, he was accompanied only by his personal bodyguard Fernando Torres.
Because in the eyes of every soldier in Chambord City, His Majesty the King was a truly invincible powerhouse who had no need for the protection of weaklings like them. If they were to stand before His Majesty the King at this moment, it would be an insult to a king.
The cavalry of Black Rock City roared in.
Despite their fierce advance, they did not immediately declare war or launch Charge. Instead, they surrounded the people of Chambord City. They spurred their horses and circled around, their javelins pounding against their shields with deafening booms. The sound of more than two thousand people striking their shields simultaneously was like the rumble of the earth and the wrath of a god, deafeningly loud. The massive sound waves seemed to have a tangible form, carrying gusts of wind that stirred up dust before exploding towards Sun Fei and his group, who were surrounded in the center.
This is the state of war.
The cavalry's fighting posture.
On the battlefield, if the situation is handled properly, it can even achieve the remarkable effect of subduing the enemy without fighting.
In many cases, some new recruits who have never experienced combat are so terrified that they wet themselves and lose their minds before the battle even begins.
The two thousand-plus cavalrymen from Black Rock City were clearly veterans who had been on the battlefield and killed people. They were masters at creating battle momentum, and their momentum was indeed astonishing. Two thousand men created the momentum of a thousand troops. Some of the soldiers from Chambord City did have sweaty palms, dry lips, and a sore throat, and they felt nervous. After all, they had never been on a real battlefield.
But none of this matters.
Because there is a dog in Chambord City.
A gigantic, incredibly Big Black, as big as a giant horse, and grotesquely large.
"Woof woof woof woof--!!!!"
The Big Black, which had been growling in a low growl, suddenly erupted in furious barking, its voice as loud as a dragon's sudden roar.
As I noted it down, an astonishing scene unfolded—the barking of dogs instantly drowned out the 'battle noise' created by the more than two thousand cavalry. Moreover, there was clearly an inexplicable shockwave effect on the horses within this barking. The dozen or so Black Rock City warhorses that were circling and galloping had no chance to Resist at all. They were immediately terrified, their limbs went limp, foaming at the mouth, and they collapsed to their knees, convulsing uncontrollably. The riders on their backs were caught off guard and were thrown off like dumplings being dropped into a pot, screaming in agony...
This scene completely negated the advantage that the Black Rock City cavalry had painstakingly created in terms of atmosphere and atmosphere.
The people of Chambord City burst into laughter without any restraint.
"Stop--!"
The burly old man with the golden crown shouted, and the Blackrock cavalry, who had been circling the Chambord expeditionary force, stopped. The dozen or so unfortunate men who had fallen from their horses earlier were now trampled into a bloody pulp by their comrades. The old man's eyes blazed with resentment and malice. He pushed through the cavalry, urging his horse forward step by step, staring intently at Sun Fei. His hand, gripping the golden sword at his waist, was white with tension, his knuckles bulging and veins standing out. After a long while, he reluctantly released the sword hilt and said in a hateful voice, "I am King Kant of Blackrock, King Alexander of Chambord! Hand over the murderers who slaughtered two hundred of my Blackrock cavalry and my third prince, Ike, last night, and I will let you pass today; otherwise...!"
In response to the King's threat, the surrounding cavalrymen pointed their Long Spear at the people of Chambord City who were surrounded.
A menacing aura emanated from them.
"Yawn... Ouch, I don't understand what you're saying," Sun Fei stretched. "Someone was killed last night? No wonder the sunrise was so bright and red today. All that fighting and killing kept me from getting a good night's sleep. King of Black Rock, the security in your Black Rock City is really terrible!"
"You..." The blond, golden-bearded, burly King of Black Rock was speechless with anger, his expression turning fierce. " Alexander, with my Black Rock army before you, how dare you be so arrogant? Heh heh, killing a King of a vassal state of the Sanfeng Empire, even if you went to Emperor Yassin, I would still have the upper hand. If you don't hand over the murderer, believe me, I can order that after today, there will be no royal bloodline left in Chambord City!"
Sun Fei glanced casually at the menacing cavalrymen around him, his disdain evident on his face, and retorted, "Within ten breaths, clear the way and let us pass, or... Black Rock City will never have King again!"
After speaking, Sun Fei's figure swayed slightly, and everyone only felt a blur before their eyes. King of Black Rock felt a chill on his neck and, in shock, reached out to touch it, only to find that his meticulously groomed golden beard had suddenly shortened. Looking up again, he was horrified to find that the missing half of his golden beard had been casually flicked away by King of Chambord across the way, scattered in the autumn wind...
A collective gasp of astonishment rippled through the crowd.
Apart from a few experts, no one else present could clearly see how Alexander of Chambord City made his move.
5000 words in the morning, 4000 words in the afternoon, exactly 9000 words, the word count for three chapters.
Okay, I'm going to go to bed early and rest to recuperate; that's how I can maintain sustainable development.