Chapter 846 - 520: Blowing the Horn for the Final Battle_2
Chapter 846 -520: Blowing the Horn for the Final Battle_2
Now, if the Feis Kingdom chooses to exchange territories, even a small portion would create a noticeable gap in the Paluo Federation’s defense.
This is equivalent to a sharp blade hanging over the Paluo Federation’s head, like a bone stuck in the throat.
Similarly, due to the Paluo Federation’s system, exchanging the land of that city-state would be a bad debt.
As for the last condition, it is actually the easiest for the Paluo Federation.
Just treat it as spending money to buy peace; the city lords would definitely be quite understanding about this matter.
Looking at Leonard’s conflicted expression, Lis stood up indifferently and started wandering around leisurely inside the military tent.
Even though the table was covered with maps and secret annotations, Leonard had no mind to pay attention to them.
After all, in this situation, these things didn’t matter much anymore.
Lis indeed asked for an exorbitant price, but he was not worried that Leonard would refuse.
This is also a limitation of the Paluo Federation itself.
Loose sands remain loose sands; even though Leonard has considerable ability and wisdom, it can’t change this outcome.
Moreover, Lis wouldn’t give the Paluo Federation any other choice.
He chose the Paluo Federation instead of the Archibald Kingdom also considering this aspect.
In comparison, the Paluo Federation is easier to be divided; even if Leonard doesn’t agree, his subordinates would push him to do these things once they learn the truth.
Even knowing they are drinking poison to quench their thirst, they must first overcome the current difficulties and discuss other matters later.
Besides that, the Archibald Kingdom is stronger in comparison; directly defeating the Archibald Kingdom is the better choice.
Using the Paluo Federation as cannon fodder would also minimize the losses of the Golden Lion Knights.
In the current situation of the Feis Kingdom, even with the assistance of the Gordon Kingdom, it is impossible to simultaneously take down the Paluo Federation and the Archibald Kingdom.
Since that’s the case, why not choose to defeat the Archibald Kingdom first and make the Paluo Federation a buffer zone between the Feis Kingdom and the Gordon Kingdom.
In this way, the Feis Kingdom can plunder the most benefits.
If the Feis Kingdom is satisfied, Lis can be even more satisfied.
With that farsighted King Morton, he would surely give Lis a rewarding return.
“…I agree.”
After a while, Leonard looked at the carefree Lis inside the tent and said with difficulty:
“But I need to report this situation to the Federation Council, which will take time.”
“Three days.”
Lis nodded and said:
“Three days later, I will return to see you. I hope by then, I will get a definite answer from the Paluo Federation.”
…
Five days later,
Between the undulating Ely Hills, a relatively flat area spread out, seemingly reserved by nature as a stage for this final battle.
The sky was cloaked in heavy lead-gray clouds, hanging low and blocking the warmth of the sun, enveloping the entire battlefield in an extremely oppressive atmosphere.
The autumn wind, with a chilling coldness, wandered recklessly between the two armies. It not only swept up the yellow fallen leaves but also intermittently stirred the military flags, making them flutter loudly like the prelude to war drums, foreshadowing the arrival of a storm.
This wind sound, combined with the nervous heartbeats and heavy breaths of the warriors, composed a tragic battle hymn.
The two armies faced each other like immovable mountains, separated by a short distance, barely able to see the shapes of each other’s armor.
The warriors of the Gordon Kingdom, clad in iron armor and wielding sharp blades, stood ready with determined gazes. Their figures appeared particularly stark in the dim light, every muscle tense, prepared for the imminent life-and-death struggle.
On this land soon to be stained with blood, the glow of magic and warrior battle skills intermittently flickered between the ranks of both armies, like the brightest stars in the night sky, though much more dangerous than stars.
The mages quietly chanted, lightly waving their fingers, gathering elemental power into forms, sometimes turning into flames, sometimes solidifying into ice, ready to unleash;
While the warriors activated their innate abilities through exquisite combat skills, a faint glow surrounding them, symbolizing their strength and conviction.
In such large-scale battles, even professionals would hardly surpass ordinary soldiers significantly; those of Silver Level or even Golden Rank could easily be killed by a siege.
Gradually, the air filled with an indescribable scent of gunpowder, a mixture of the smell of gunpowder and metal friction, and the long-accumulated momentum and determination of both sides clashed silently, creating an overwhelming sense of urgency.
Every soldier knew that when the battle horn sounded, they would pour out everything they had without reservation, fighting for that ultimate victory.
The commander of the Archibald Army, Samuel, was still somewhat confused, warily watching the Gordon Army not far away.
He couldn’t understand why the situation suddenly turned out like this.
Was I in a coma for a month?
Why abruptly a life-or-death battle?
After the small friction a couple of days ago, the Gordon Kingdom suddenly became tough, frequently launching attacks proactively.
They didn’t even rely on the advantageous pre-built terrain for battles anymore. How could the Archibald Kingdom and the Paluo Federation let such a good opportunity slip?
Leonard advised him that way.
Although they had just experienced a defeat, it might still be a good thing in hindsight.
Perhaps the Gordon Kingdom believed they could defeat them because of that victory.
Under such circumstances, Samuel agreed to Leonard’s proposal, preparing to concentrate forces to confront the Gordon Kingdom.
But being truly on the battlefield for the final showdown, Samuel suddenly felt uneasy.
He sensed something was amiss but couldn’t figure out what no matter how he tried.
Seeing him like this, the adjutant approached to inquire softly, but Samuel impatiently dismissed him.
As time passed second by second, the armies started moving closer under their respective commanders’ orders.
At a certain moment, like a broken string, the soldiers could no longer suppress their inner tremors, and the tense and grim atmosphere stirred every one of them.
With an earsplitting war drum sound, the two armies finally shattered the long silence, like two unstoppable torrents clashing violently.
At that moment, it seemed even the world changed colors. The air filled with the piercing sound of metal clashing and the deafening roars and screams of the soldiers.
The Gordon Kingdom’s soldiers plunged into the enemy’s heart like a sharp blade, while the opposing army fiercely confronted them.
The intersection of the two armies erupted into the fiercest battles, soldiers swinging their weapons, each slash accompanied by the loss of life, blood spraying into the air and swiftly soaked into the earth, staining it a shocking red.
Horses neighed amid the chaos, their iron hooves trampling over the fallen soldiers’ bodies, turning the ground muddy and messy.
Instantly, the soldiers’ casualties were severe; some were decapitated, others were pierced through the chest by spears, more were trampled or crushed in the chaos, ultimately turning into indistinguishable pools of blood.
In a short time, the air was thick with the pungent smell of blood, nauseating, but the warriors seemed to lose their senses, incessantly swinging their weapons, charging forward until they collapsed from exhaustion.
On the battlefield, life was like fragile candlelight, flickering in the storm, ready to be extinguished at any moment.
As both commanders nervously observed the situation on the battlefield, continuously making adjustments.
Suddenly, intense magical waves flashed on a hill behind the Archibald Kingdom and Paluo Federation allied forces.
When the light faded, a Golden Armor Army suddenly appeared there, radiating an invincible brilliance.
Every soldier in this troop was tall and muscular, exuding an extraordinary sense of power. Their eyes burned with intense fighting spirit, as if any obstacle and challenge would be nullified before them.
The horses they rode were equally impressive, each mighty and majestic, with smooth muscle lines and strong legs, every stride seemingly capable of shaking the earth.
What a fine unit!
Each Golden Armored Cavalry radiated an aura of absolute determination, their sharp edge irresistible.
Under Bevis’s leadership, the Golden Lion Knights’ cavalry began moving forward, continually accelerating.
Utilizing the downward slope, the cavalry reached their maximum speed, charging fiercely towards the panicked Archibald Kingdom soldiers like thunderbolts.
The horn for the final battle truly sounded at this moment!