The ground began to tremble violently, the kind of commotion that only tens of thousands of horses galloping could create, as countless Tukan cavalry sward in.
They possessed thick bodies, black hair, yellow skin, relatively flat faces, shorter legs, and arms as sturdy as those of dwarves. The armor they wore varied widely, from leather armor and beast armor to scale armor and chainmail. A small portion wore dragon scale full armor, a design distinctly different from Felen Continent craftsmanship, likely plundered from the Far East Empire of the Karasa Continent.
The only similarity was that they all carried riding bows on their backs, prairie scimitars at their waists, and as they charged forward, their riding bows already in hand, bent to the extre. They only awaited a command from the robust Tukan General at the front to unleash a volley of arrows.
"Stop!"
When they ca within an arrow’s distance from the elder scholar, General Batumihe clenched his fist, and the entire Tukan vanguard army halted as if frozen, fully embodying what it ant to have orders followed without question.
This Tukan vanguard general was a standard Tukan man but larger by half a size in every aspect, breathtakingly robust. The prairie steed selected with great care beneath him was far more stalwart than any ordinary horse, yet compared to him, it appeared like a small mule.
Carrying him, the horse plodded out from the Tukan vanguard army, stopping half an arrow’s distance from the elder scholar. From the control exerted from this distance alone, it was easy to see he was a seasoned warrior of vast experience.
This distance was just outside the attack range of most attack spells.
The elder scholar spoke first: "Have Khan Yamun co to see ."
His voice was gentle, with a unique tremor, yet the will within it left no room for rejection.
General Batumihe was not at all infuriated. Instead, he respectfully and cautiously inquired: "May I ask how you should be addressed? So our Khan knows exactly who is inviting him for a dialogue."
To beco a vanguard general of such a massive army, commanding tens of thousands, requires more than courage; also, an impressive intellect, knowing to size up the situation.
Those monsters could detect this person’s extraordinary nature, so how could General Batumihe not sense it?
In his eyes, there was no gentle elder, only a skeletal fra with skin like dried parchnt clinging tightly to the bones, a hairless head, even brows, and lashes missing, only a black stubble on the chin resembling a sparse old goat’s beard, hands already withered to claws.
His eyes emitted a faint glow, making direct eye contact painful like needle pricks, a massive shadow lood behind him as if countless beasts lay dormant within, ready to spring out at any mont.
This was clearly a lich, a terrifying being capable of killing hundreds with a casual gesture.
Unless necessary, one should never provoke him.
Whether or not he could single-handedly annihilate the entire Tukan vanguard army, General Batumihe did not know, but the ability to extract and eliminate him from the tightly guarded vanguard, that he knew for certain.
"I am Sazass Tam, Chief Mage of the Kingdom of Ser’s Necromancer System," the disguised lich’s response was succinct.
General Batumihe thought to himself indeed it is, his deanor even more deferential, "Please wait a mont, Chief."
Then he rode back to his main forces.
If three days ago, the other had appeared on the battlefield and announced this na, he wouldn’t have had any clue who it was.
But if he still didn’t know now, that would be his dereliction of duty.
As the Tukan vanguard general, the most crucial task was not capturing cities or seizing lands, but gathering intelligence along the way, assessing enemy strength, setting the stage for the Tukan main forces to target key plunder areas, achieving a decisive strike.
If one only charged ahead recklessly and led the main forces into a perilous trap, no matter the achievents, it would be a cri, and no amount of heads would be enough for the chopping block.
General Batumihe, from captured prisoners over the past two days, had already gained a broad understanding of the surrounding situation, among which the na Sazass Tam was most frequently ntioned.
The Red Robe Mage Association that ruled Ser employed a chief system; their spells divided into eight great systems, each led by the most powerful red robe mage specializing in that branch, known as the Chief.
Thus, Ser had eight Chiefs, jointly ruling the Kingdom of Ser, and most decisions ca from them.
However, there was a hierarchy among these eight mage branches, with an order of precedence. Naturally, the first was the First Mage Branch, their Chief known as the First Chief.
Currently, the Necromancer System was Ser’s First Mage Branch, and this lich nad Sazass Tam was Ser’s First Chief.
The situation was sowhat different, it was not that the Necromancer System was inherently powerful enough in Ser, making Sazass Ser’s First Chief; rather, it was his strength that made him the First Chief, thus elevating the Necromancer System to the First Mage Branch in Ser.
He claid to be the strongest red robe mage in the history of the Red Robe Mage Association, one of the strongest liches in all of Felen, and a terrifying entity whose combat power ranked among the top ten of mortals.
Indeed, he had no authority to speak with him; only their king, Khan Yamun, could.
Sazass rely stood quietly in place, not worried in the slightest that General Batumihe would bail on him; the thousands of elite Tukan vanguard troops present were his hostages.
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