Decisive Assault
"I can agree, but why does Queen Serea want to sign this so-called 'trade alliance' with us, or rather, why did she choose us?"
In response to Tifia's question, Little Black gave an answer.
"Everything is for the sake of interests—both for you and for the Queen. Moreover, the Queen didn't only choose you."
As Little Black spoke, tifia seed to realize sothing. Could it be that Serea was planning...
Judging from this, perhaps this was an opportunity!
With that thought, tifia bit through his finger and pressed a large fingerprint onto the 'trade alliance agreent'.
"You have made a wise decision. And as a sign of good faith, let help you take care of the trouble outside."
As Little Black spoke, he put away the parchnt and walked toward the wooden palisade.
Watching Little Black leave, tifia had already guessed what he intended—to use the ogres outside to completely pull the Jawfang tribe onto their side!
Thinking of this, tifia wanted to stop him, but as he just reached out, his hand dropped powerlessly, because he was in no position to stop it...
"Sir Little Black, are you really going to start a fight with those people outside?"
Unlike the calculating Tifia, diya really thought Little Black was helping them.
"By order of the Queen, any enemy that dares to undermine the alliance will be punished."
With those words, Little Black had already climbed atop the wooden palisade.
It was ti for war!
As long as he 'helped' the lizardn here to wipe out Maregof's n, the lizardn would completely stand against Maregof, completely cutting off any thoughts of submitting to him.
The gates of the camp opened, and the 'supply convoy' escorting the grain filed out of the camp.
Seeing those people about to leave, mulin let out a sigh of relief. Thankfully, they really were only delivering grain, otherwise...
Before Mulin could continue thinking, fifty underworld Undead lined up in formation, the wolf riders and blood slave units also prepared to charge, and above the wooden palisade, the lizardman sentries had all fallen back, replaced by blood elf archers in matching magic equipnt.
Seeing this battle array, mulin had a bad feeling.
"You...what are you planning to do!"
Their posture made it clear they were about to start a battle.
"Queen Serea's Darkmoon tribe, together with the Bloodfang Tribe, warhamr Tribe, and Jawfang tribe, have ford a 'trade alliance.' The alliance pact stipulates that trade among the tribes shall be under the alliance's protection."
Little Black spoke deliberately loudly, and upon hearing it, the naïve Diya was extrely excited. He had never thought that his tribe could join such a grand alliance.
"What! You people are insane, forming a trade alliance on Maregof's territory. You will pay the price for this!"
"Price? That is not sothing I consider. It was you who took the liberty to invade the Jawfang tribe's territory. Your action is tantamount to declaring war on the entire alliance, and now, on behalf of the alliance, I accept your declaration."
As Little Black spoke, arrows were nocked to bows, cavalry readied themselves to charge, and the warriors drew their blades.
A murderous intent, tangible as a force, descended upon Mulin's troops. Seeing this, mulin quickly cried out.
"No, we have no intention of declaring war. We'll leave now."
"Heh heh heh, you still think you can leave..."
Little Black sneered coldly. Upon hearing this, mulin's eyes went wide in fear.
"Retreat! Quickly!"
"Attack!"
As soon as the order was given, the Skeleton Cavalry, enhanced with the 'Terror Roar' buff, charged forward, closely followed by the wolf riders. But even before that, massive fireballs were flung ahead.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The sudden assault caught Mulin's forces completely off-guard. While the fireballs exploded, flas spreading, the wolf riders flanked to the side. Facing the tightly clustered ogres, hidden Fang, becca, and nurous direwolves had all readied their magic.
Fla Stream!
Blizzard!
Deadly Arc!
Area magic of fire, frost, and lightning rained down. The ogres, who hadn't yet ford up, were directly hit.
Although the ogre race had extrely strong physical defenses, under the bombardnt of multiple attribute magic, such defense appeared pitiably fragile.
"Awoooo!"
The ogres howled in misery. After the magical bombardnt, a dwarf tried to chant a spell in retaliation, but he had just uttered a few syllables before Little White and the elven archers 'targeted' him.
With support from the ranged units, the cavalry charged in where the magic bombardnt was heaviest. Wounded ogres were finished off, and the impact pierced the ogre lines instantly.
Victory was already decided. Little Black stretched his body and jumped down from the wooden palisade. Mulin, anwhile, was hiding behind the ogres, chanting magic, when suddenly a bone tail shot from the earth.
The bone tail pierced through his shoulder and dragged him out.
"Ahhhh!"
Mulin shrieked as he was pulled before Little Black. Looking up at him, mulin cried out in terror.
"M-m-monster!"
Seeing that Mulin was captured, the gigantic ogre beneath him tried to intervene.
"I'll eat you."
But with its worrying lack of intelligence, it couldn't grasp the power of the one before it. It swung its club down, but Little Black rely inclined his head and glanced at it.
Yet just as Little Black was about to act, a spectral blue Phantom Veil swept across the entire battlefield.
Terror Assault (Tier Three): Choose a direction and launch an unstoppable charge—increasing speed and strength by 50%. With each serious injury or kill inflicted, one stack of 'Terror Wraith' is gained. At five stacks, 'Terror End' is activated. The effect lasts for thirty seconds, during which targets for attack can be freely switched, and all attacks deal an additional 100% magic damage.
"Sha!"
The Black Knight charged forward, a spectral blue shadow trailing him—the just-earned 'Terror Wraith.' The stacks now reached five.
Terror End!
"Experience the terror of death!"
Wielding his black scythe, the ogres in his path either fell beneath the soul-reaping scythe or were trampled by the Black Knight's steed. He was absolutely unstoppable!
In a single charge, before Little Black even acted, the Black Knight swung his colossal scythe, which flared with blue light—magic damage!
Then, with a sweep, the scythe sliced off both the giant ogre's arm and head, and the Black Knight continued his charge, splitting the battlefield in two like a keen blade. Any foe in his way beca a specter beneath his blade.
Watching through Little Black's eyes, Serea was ecstatic. She had known the Black Knight was strong, but never imagined he could unleash such devastation among the ogres!
At this thought, Serea couldn't help but recall 'Leklis.' Was his identity really as simple as he claid—a re undead mage?
To be able to raise such a terrifying high-level Undead, Serea felt that his identity could not be so simple.
(To be continued...)
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