Chapter 273 Chapter 271 The Guardian of Osuan
Gregory’s final flames circled around George’s great sword. George’s face showed sorrow as he tightened his grip on the hilt, glancing around at the beastmen, watching the Witch King in the distance playing a game of “Head Chopping” with the Mother of All Beasts, and then at Eve Frostleaf, who was struggling against the beastmen nearby.
Should he carve a bloody path out, or risk everything to kill the mastermind, the Mother of All Beasts?
George rarely found himself hesitant.
At this moment, Eve Frostleaf leaped up high like a grasshopper, her long legs propelling her into the air, yet she was still surrounded by beastmen.
With a determined bite of his teeth, George looked far at the Mother of All Beasts.
He could no longer implicate his companions.
George forcefully turned his head and charged toward Eve Frostleaf.
The beast horde roared, “Hold him back! The Mother of All Beasts wants his life!”
A tall Minotaur became the first target of George’s rage, and the burning sword pierced through its chest. Then George grasped its horns and violently twisted, breaking its thick neck.
The flames used the Minotaur’s corpse as fuel, easily igniting it and turning it into a blazing fire.
One Minotaur fell, then another, and more followed…
The hordes of beasts were endless; they not only relentlessly focused on the dark elves’ spells and crossbow bolts, but also beat down the Witch King’s guardians while blocking the dark elves who were slaughtering their way through the entire Barto camp.
An unnatural downpour began to fall from the sky, extinguishing the campfire.
The dark elves, dressed uniformly in purple-black armor and wearing pointed helmets, formed a shield wall, crashing into the hordes of beasts that crowded the passage.
Ruinous bolts fired from rune crossbows pierced through the armor of the large horned beasts. With brute force and animalistic rage, the frenzied Minotaurs charged into the ranks. Dark spirit wielders with daggers and curved swords leapt lightly into the beast masses, wreaking havoc.
Blessed by Cain, the dark elves exhibited exceptional skill in slaughter; every arrow, every blade, every spear struck swiftly and fiercely, taking lives.
Poor Barto people remaining in the camp were quickly caught between the two forces, turning into corpses beneath both sides.
The two sides momentarily held their ground, blood flowing everywhere.
At this moment, the chaotic and weak magical winds on the battlefield suddenly surged.
Even the Witch King, busy playing the “chopping heads” game with the Mother of All Beasts, lifted his head to gaze at the sky.
From his experience, he knew that the opponent was undoubtedly an extraordinarily powerful spellcaster, gathering a massive amount of magical wind and preparing to unleash a terrifying battlefield spell.
A human? That’s impossible.
The Witch King’s heart sank.
Suddenly, a phoenix made of flames appeared in the sky, burning fiercely, dropping sparks as it emitted a shrill bird call and dove down toward the chaotic combatants below.
It swept over both sides, scattering sparks that crashed to the ground, rising into flames over ten meters tall, with an extremely high temperature. After a brief wailing, there was silence.
The phoenix flew forward, and everyone unfortunate enough to be under it, both beastmen and dark elves, perished, leaving behind charred corpses, their armor melted into the blackened flesh.
The phoenix flew nearly a kilometer before vanishing, leaving a narrow path of death littered with charred bodies.
In just a few seconds, through this spell, nearly three thousand people from both sides had died, causing many to lose heart, plunging the battlefield into chaos, even affecting the disciplined dark elves.
“Come out!”
The Witch King raised his left hand, a shimmering iron ring glinting between his fingers.
Suddenly, after the mist in the air cleared, a silver moon dragon appeared; its scales were soft and bluish, resembling the bright moon in the night sky. Riding on it was a high elf mage adorned with a feathered crown and a tightly wrapped robe, holding a staff in one hand and a sword in the other. She swung her silver sword and proclaimed:
“The Grand Sorceress of the White Tower has arrived!”
The silver moon dragon swooped down, not toward the Witch King, but toward George and Eve Frostleaf, trapped in the beast horde.
The silver moon dragon unleashed several streams of purple-blue dragon breath upon the beast masses, while the high elf Grand Sorceress waved her staff, directly summoning a crackling chain of lightning to clear the beast horde around George and Eve Frostleaf.
At this moment, if the Witch King had removed his copper mask, everyone would have seen the look of disgust and shame etched on his burned face.
The arrival of the Grand Sorceress on the dragon signified one thing.
That relentless Osuan Guardian, who had repeatedly thwarted his grand plans, had come once again at this critical moment.
The Witch King silently vowed that if he caught the Osuan Guardian, that descendant who resembled his father would never be allowed to serve him, but would be imprisoned forever instead.
The Witch King viciously stabbed the Mother of All Beasts one more time, decisively leaping onto his black dragon mount and issuing a temporary retreat order, filled with seething anger and determined to teach the Osuan Guardian a lesson.
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On the sea, sleek and fast ships broke through the mist.
They circled an astonishingly large dragon ship, built from starwood, as the high elves had lost the craftsmanship and materials to build more dragon ships.
The Osuan Guardian, dressed in dragon-scale armor and silver-white scales, stood at the bow of the ship, looking impressive and noble, with a resemblance to Frostleaf.
For convenience, he draped a sky-blue cloak around his waist, wore a silver peaked double-winged helmet, and held the Fireblade in his hand. Flanking him were two rows of shield-wielding sea warriors, their shields bearing images of dragons and horses. The sea warriors all carried longbows at their waists and held spears.
The dark elf battleship protecting the black ark charged in.
On the dragon ship, the high elves deployed eagle claw crossbows, shaped like an eagle ready to take flight, inscribed with powerful runes. The eagle claw crossbows aimed at the blocking battleships, unleashing deadly bolts.
Battleships were smashed to pieces, and the surviving dark elf ships found themselves encircled by silver ships, while the high elves rained arrows and charged forward with swords, cutting down their own kin.
The massive dragon ship plowed through sunken ships, heading straight for the black ark.
The black ark retaliated quickly, sending down clusters of shrieking demon flames that struck the dragon ship, temporarily causing casualties among the high elves on deck, but the ship remained undamaged.
The Osuan Guardian stared at the approaching black ark; essentially, it was a floating fortress, with towering walls and an array of crossbows, nearly impossible to breach in a conventional sea battle.
He did not want to deploy troops to land while making them endure the black ark’s “fire.”
Thus, he raised the Fireblade and ordered a terrifying command.
“Sink it!”
The herald hesitated for a moment.
“I command full speed ahead, sink it!”
“Yes!”
Orders flowed forth.
“Prepare for impact!”
“Prepare to board!”
The dragon ship’s ram aimed directly at the black ark, advancing at full speed.
On the dragon ship, the high elves in silver armor unleashed phoenixes and giant eagles into the sky, ready for combat.
The dragon ship, a massive creature, kept its speed unyielding as it barreled toward the black ark. But compared to the stone-laden black ark, the wooden dragon ship looked like a suicidal egg charging at a high wall.
The black ark was intimidated by this move, and the dark elf commander immediately issued a command to increase the distance. Unfortunately, the speed of the black ark was no match for the dragon ship.
Perched on his black dragon, the Witch King watched as the dragon ship charged straight toward the black ark, nearly bursting with rage to leap off the dragon and cut off the Osuan Guardian’s head!
He recognized this dragon ship; it had been built during his father’s reign to combat the demon race. The construction had stopped due to the Great Maelstrom, and old spells could no longer be used; for every dragon ship that sank, there was one less left.
Now, seeing the Osuan Guardian so mishandling his father’s legacy, the Witch King was immensely angry.
All he wanted now was to take off the head of whoever was so casually ruining his father’s inheritance.
The demon king’s extraordinary materials, the Mother of All Beasts, all became irrelevant to the Witch King. It goes without saying, heretics are far worse than infidels.
Today he would give the high elves a lesson.
The Witch King immediately ordered his troops to deal with the high elves.
But he could only watch helplessly as the dragon ship rammed toward the black ark; whether the black ark sank the dragon ship or was sunk by it, would cause him great sorrow.
The dragon ship collided with the black ark.
The seemingly fragile wooden hull did not shatter; the black stones on the black ark fractured upon the dragon ship’s ram, and the walls crumbled, as if the ark had experienced an earthquake, fissures opening in the ground and arrow towers collapsing everywhere.
But the dragon ship’s momentum had subsided; its bow lifted high, and after breaking through several walls, it became lodged and grounded atop the black ark, precisely at its center.
The Osuan Guardian was the first to stand on the deck, commanding loudly:
“Asur! Attack!”
A grand boarding battle began.
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“Eve Frostleaf, I come by the command of the Osuan Guardian to rescue our kin,” said the high elf Grand Sorceress riding high upon the dragon. “As for this speaking human, he can tolerate you sitting on his claws.”
Eve Frostleaf spoke for George: “He is a great warrior.”
After saying this, she anxiously looked at George.
In just one hour, two close ones had left him forever.
Eve Frostleaf did not want to see George follow in their footsteps.
Now the demon king’s extraordinary materials belonged to the Mother of All Beasts, and with the battlefield in chaos and heavy casualties on both sides, retreating seemed best.
George looked at Eve Frostleaf and said, “Let’s retreat; you go up first.”
Eve Frostleaf fixed her gaze on him, looking at the flames burning on his sword, saying, “Do you want to face Gregory and Jima alone?”
The Grand Sorceress impatiently said, “Hurry! The beast horde is closing in.”
George fell silent, shaking his head with difficulty as he walked toward the silver moon dragon.
Eve Frostleaf lightly leapt onto the dragon’s back, and the silver moon dragon grabbed George, taking a running leap to fly into the air.
The ground, littered with corpses, grew further away from him.
He looked at the sorrowful land and suddenly saw, beyond the mist, King Richard the Lionheart riding a griffon, leading a band of pegasi and griffon riders, diving toward the Mother of All Beasts.
George quickly glanced behind King Richard, where a massive horde of fleeing beastmen could be seen; the Lionheart King had successfully led his cavalry army to outflank the beastmen and was routing a considerable number of them.
At this point, George had to fly over the Mother of All Beasts.
George raised his sword and shouted, “Let me down!”
The silver moon dragon glanced at George and released its grip.
“No!” cried Eve Frostleaf, trying to jump down as well, but she was stopped by the Grand Sorceress’s magic. She coldly said, “The Osuan Guardian must ensure your safety, my mentor does too.”
It is worth mentioning that her mentor was the brother of the Osuan Guardian.
