NOVEL NEXT Chapter 113 Scared kitty
Chapter 113 Scared kitty
Several hundred miles away from Henry's position, the intensity of the battle between Stahl's cavalry and Aritreia's forces intensified at an unbelievable speed. The ambush devised by Alonso had started.
Together with the soldiers under him, Alonso aimed his spear at Luther, making it seem as if the trees had become hedgehogs and thrown hundreds of thick thorns at their prey. It was enough to surround them from left and right, creating a perilous situation. However, Luther's strength allowed him to protect himself and his soldiers by sacrificing a large portion of his Mana Reserves and weakening himself in the process. It was enough to tire the most famous general of these northern parts.
Noticing the old man's weary and exhausted breath, Alonso decided to take his chance and eliminate the most threatening variable on Stahl's side, a decision that could shift the war's outcome. Luther was the blockage that maintained Stahl's lands safe, and by eliminating this old man, Alonso would finally be able to conquer the Iron Mines. With control over the mines, he could then raise his army to conquer the rest of these northern lands.
"Charge!" – Alonso shouted, the sound of his sword being unsheathed echoing through the trees as he urged his horse forward. His figure launched like a cannonball from behind the trees, aimed straightly at his enemy's position.
Aritreia's king eyes turned to the woods on the other side, hoping to see Duke Latrel's figure charging together with him to employ a pincer attack, which could potentially enhance their winning chance against such a difficult but tired opponent. However, the only vestige of his most trusted man was a spear hurtling rapidly towards the old general, resembling a serpent striking its prey.
"Duke!" Alonso shouted, calling for the Duke in case he hadn't heard, hoping to see Latrel charging to his aid.
After a few seconds, he sensed something awry, and his eyes instinctively scanned the area. Only a few dozen nobles had joined him, charging towards the horsemen who had managed to steady themselves and regained control after the spear attacks.
Alonso's eyes darted backward, and through the cracks between the trees, he could see the face of a noble, a marquis closely associated with Duke Latrel who had assisted in mobilizing the other nobles for this war. This marquis's smile didn't fade even as he turned around and dashed away from the battlefield, accompanied by the other nobles.
They had abandoned their king, leaving him trapped with no way to retreat from the old general, the greatest warrior of the three kingdoms. Luther effortlessly parried the spear, as if it was just a stray piece of straw tossed his way, swatting it aside with his blade, lodging it into the snow.Parte superior do formulário
"Your head is mine, old man!" – A resounding cry reached Luther's ear as Biff, the simple yet loyal noble, leapt with incredible agility, aiming for the neck of the general mounted high on his horse, ready to drench his blade in blood.
After deflecting the spear, Luther found himself trapped in a precarious spot. Despite owning the title of the strongest living warrior on the three kingdoms, he was still a mortal, one that could die if a blade pierced his heart and stroke his throat. The situation was even more dangerous, considering that he had already depleted half of his Mana reserves to save himself and his soldiers.
Noticing the enemy's sword getting closer and with a narrow space of maneuver, Luther acted fast and instinctively. He spun his sword and pointed its handle at the approaching blade, making a pierce movement and meeting the enemy head on. The loud metal sound echoed through the battlefield as the stumbled away, the strength behind Luther's attack too much for him to handle. However, the stubborn noble didn't want to fall with no accomplishment. As he was about to hit the ground, his sword flashed, aiming for the horse's front legs.
The moment Luther shifted his eyes towards the new oncoming enemy, the king of Aritreia, gravity took over and pulled him down. His horse neighed in pain and fell helplessly, its hot blood melting the snow beneath. This moment of distraction could be fatal in a battlefield and the whistle of a sword getting closer was evidence of such fact.
Alonso, realizing he was alone and with no way out of the battlefield, decided to give it his all and bet his life on it. Seeing Luther about to fall, he took the chance, knowing it might be his only opportunity to beat this enemy.
"Those betrayers!" – Alonso cursed the traitors beasts in his mind, vowing to hang them on the walls outside of his palace – "First, I will kill this old man and become the greatest warrior of the North." – A smile crept on his lips as his blade swiftly descended towards the falling general.
Just as the sword was about to strike Luther, the small group of loyal soldiers who had followed his command and charged together with him clashed with the cavalry units. The tight space and narrow formation left the cavalry with little room to maneuver their horses, decreasing their advantage by a huge margin. Luckily, the number of Aritreia's nobles charging at them was much smaller than their own forces, making it easy for them to counter these infantries without much difficulty.
In the midst of the chaos, the smile on the king of Aritreia's face vanished. His blade seemed to collide with an immovable force, and he watched in disbelief as Luther grabbed the sword with his bare hands. Blood dripped from Luther's hand, falling slowly onto the snow. Despite losing his foothold, the old man managed to steady himself and hold the sword just before it could strike his head and end his life.
"It was a close call, kid." - Luther's weary voice reached Alonso's ears - "Your father would be proud that the scared kitty I met on the borders could raise his sword at me. I applaud you. But this is the end."