Chapter 162 161 Revenge?

Chapter 162 161. Revenge?

The sound of horse hooves plowed over the rugged mountains again and again, leaving a series of hoof prints on the wet land after the rain.

The smell of blood was not diluted by the sudden rain. The muddy yellow soil on the hill was dyed blood red by the soldiers' sharp blades. The rain kept washing the blood in the pits, making them continue to flow down the slope and splash on the road along the way.

A gust of wind suddenly blew on the plain, and crackling raindrops hit Orkus' face, which was very painful.

Seeing Orkus riding a flying horse, the Celer soldiers who were cleaning the battlefield along the way knelt on one knee.

Orkus nodded slightly to them and continued to move forward.

Seeing a soldier taking off his armor and sweeping the battlefield like a mountain of corpses without protection, Orkus called him.

"Where is your protection?"

The soldier who was named saluted first, then answered respectfully: "My Lord, it was destroyed by the goblin's magic, and I was lucky to survive."

Olkus saw the purple scars on the soldier's chest and abdomen, nodded to him, and praised: "Your loyalty and bravery are commendable, but I order you to retreat to the rear now, and let others take over the cleaning work."

"This..."

Olkus didn't expect that the soldier didn't respond immediately, but hesitated.

"Why, the Seven Staffs' orders cannot control you?"

"Not really!" The soldier knelt down hurriedly, "It's just that I have been looking forward to this war for a long time. The goblins have insulted Celer time and again. This time I can personally go into battle and kill them..."

"Obey orders."

Orkus interrupted the soldier's statement: "There will be many more battles in the future. There is no rush now. You are all the hope of the empire to dominate Mostana in the future. You should not be killed one for one by the dying enemy."

After sending the regretful soldier off the front line, Orkus' expression became gloomy again, no longer as warm as when he persuaded him just now.

On the hill, Orkus found Gilbatos sitting on a fallen tree to rest.

Gilbatos, who has a close relationship with many nobles in Celer and has outstanding strength, played the role of a light cavalry protector in this surprise attack on the goblins.

The benefit of an undeclared war is that when Celer's light cavalry appeared on the horizon, the goblin army assembled nearby did not even have time to react, and was rushed and killed so hard that they could no longer organize effective resistance.

The ice shield magic and ice interference magic attached to the knight by Gilbatos can provide defense and slow down the attack speed of surrounding enemies at the same time.

According to the magician who was watching the battle from a distance, "a ball of cold fog crashed into the wheat field."

The wheat to be harvested by the goblins was first pierced into a candied haws by the spear cavalry who rushed to the front, and then thrown away by these spear cavalry with amazing arm strength, hitting other goblins dizzy.

The second wave of cavalry who entered the field held long swords in their hands, with amazing horsemanship, and fixed firmly on the horse's back in various amazing postures so as not to fall off in the chaos, and kept bending over and chopping the goblins who were as tall as the horse's legs.

The goblins wanted to disembowel the cavalry's horses, but the chainmail wrapped around the horses' abdomens had amazing defensive strength. The iron tools they made could only leave white marks on them, and they were trampled to the ground by the galloping horses' hooves before they could make any other moves.

Later, the cavalry no longer used horsemanship to slash, but kept sprinting on horseback, relying on the pure height and speed advantages to ruthlessly hunt the goblins.

The goblins thought of using various chevaux de frise and caltrops to deal with the cavalry's charge, but with Gilbatos, a sixth-level magician, in charge, these props basically became decorations.

"Orcus? Aren't you supposed to be heading to Chongrong's territory? Why are you here?"

Gilbatos was shaken awake by his men and saw Orcus wandering around the burning pile of corpses, and was surprised.

"Your Majesty has given me a new mission. The departure time has been changed, so I came to take a look."

The light cavalry that won the first battle were no longer cleaning the battlefield. As the strongest rapid marching team of the Celer Empire, they rushed to the next location without stopping after receiving the new mission, as if they could not feel tired.

The bodies of goblins were thrown into the cremation pits that had been dug long ago by the soldiers. The magicians who were proficient in fire magic were in charge and burned these bodies that were very likely to cause plague to ashes.

From time to time, they could see some goblins pretending to be dead, screaming and jumping in the blazing fire, rushing out of the fire in fear, but they were greeted by only sharp spears.

Pretending to be dead was the stupidest choice. The Celer people rarely kept captives. Slaves were found among the ordinary people in the occupied areas. Those who were resistant were generally killed on the spot.

Not to mention the goblins.

The goblins had a long history of opposing Celer. When Fosbern was destroyed, they were the first to jump out and accuse Celer.

Over the next few hundred years, the friction between the Goblins and the Celeres continued to escalate.

The race that the entire Mostana despised actually stepped on the Empire's head and constantly humiliated them, so before the surprise attack on the Goblins, many people shouted the slogan "Time for revenge".

Orcus watched all this coldly, without any ripples in his heart.

He did not hate the Goblins, and he had his own understanding of the grudge between the Goblins and the Celeres.

Orkus didn't quite understand why the empire had always been very reluctant to talk about its history of annexing Fosberen.

A wandering tribe annexed the original tribe, replaced it, and rose to become the overlord of the entire continent. Isn't this a very good propaganda text?

However, the fact is that the empire, from top to bottom, is extremely sensitive to Fosberen, fearing that someone would touch it too much.

The goblins can choose to ignore the accusations and abuses of the Celer Empire. After all, the winners ultimately determine the direction of history, and the losers are only worthy of living in texts that can be embellished.

However, this surprise attack on the goblin coalition, from top to bottom, everyone was shouting "revenge" and "liquidation", which made Orkus, who was accompanied by books all day, a little confused.

Goblins can be brave enemies, but they should not be the only ones who deserve to be eliminated as a "shame" by countless people in the empire and revenged by all means.

And the reason is still related to Fosberen.

Orkus rubbed his eyes, which were a little tired from staring at the fire.

He picked up a rough iron sword on the ground and looked at the enchanted pattern on it with interest.

"Wind attribute enchantment..."

As he said that, he input magic power and swung it twice. Suddenly, two wind blades blew out of the iron sword and rushed forward, but the force was weak.

The Goblin Alliance also upgraded their weapons. This level of enchanted weapons should be used by some Goblin pioneers with good strength.

The giant battle axe he found verified Orkus's idea.

This size can only be a weapon of a berserker. The magic enchanted on it can enhance the overall strength of the user. It should be suitable for the level of Mithril.

This is the power of surprise attack. The Goblins are not unprepared. Their weapons are enchanted quite well, corresponding to each level. However, they were still defeated by a sudden light cavalry and abandoned their armor.

Looking at the corpses on the ground, Orkus, who was thinking with a gloomy face, suddenly turned his head.

"I want to experiment with summoning a creature here."

"As long as you can control it, go ahead."

Gilbartos was disturbed by Orcus's disturbance, and he lost his sleepiness. He patted his muddy trouser legs, stood up and walked to Orcus, intending to see what he was going to experiment with.

Orcus was impressed by the sea of ​​blood and corpses around him, and decided to summon the Flesh Chariot again.

Gilbartos knew nothing about summoning, but as an excellent magician, he could feel the endless flow of magic from Orcus and converge into the void.

"Shu."

It was the sound that made Orcus feel extremely helpless again.

No summoned creature descended, and the magic power was lost again.

Gilbartos frowned: "Where is the summoned creature?"

Orcus said perfunctorily: "My summoning description was wrong, so it was interrupted by itself."

Gilbartos looked at Orcus suspiciously, and finally sighed, reaching out and patting Orcus' shoulder.

"It's better to do less dangerous experiments... Kalani just got married and applied to go to the battlefield with her husband. You should go and see."

The name of Kalani made Orcus's gloomy face crack a little, and some inexplicable emotions flowed on that face that was no longer young and wrinkled.

His lips opened slightly, then closed tightly. After a long time, Orcus trembled and patted the hand that Gilbatos placed on his shoulder.

"I know... I know... But the child has grown up and doesn't want to listen to me."

"She didn't even tell me in advance that she was getting married. I wanted to go, but was blocked by her family."

"Even the Seven Rods didn't give face. You should teach them a lesson." Gilbatos waved his hand, signaling the surrounding soldiers to stay away.

"That will only make her hate me more."

After a long silence, Gilbatos took out a small bottle from his arms and handed it to Orcus.

Orcus knew that Gilbatos was a wine lover and always had a few bottles of "thirst quencher" on him.

It stands to reason that you can't drink alcohol when you're on the march, and magicians are no exception.

But the emperor chose to turn a blind eye to Gilbatos's little hobby, and the only requirement was that the people below couldn't see it.

Orcus didn't refuse. He took a big sip. The hot wine stimulated his mouth. When he swallowed it, it seemed as if there was a flame burning in his throat.

The overly stimulating feeling made Orcus cough violently.

He was not a person who could drink, but sometimes you really need these liquids that can numb your mind and escape from things.