Chapter 44 Asur

"In the name of the Sea Lord Aislin! Asur! Victory!" The magic swordsman Obamon pointed his sword at Duruchi, intending to take revenge on these defeated soldiers.

Druzil's invasion ended with the disappearance of the Witch King, and Asur, who suffered heavy casualties, began a revenge that lasted more than ten years.

The most radical were naturally the kingdoms on the outer ring of Ulthuan, which had been slaughtered by Druzil.

Although Obamon is the prince of the Inner Ring Kingdom of Safri, he hates invaders just as much.

Ever since the sinking of the Black Ark, Asur had begun a relentless pursuit, and the Sea Lord himself led the fleet towards the mainland of Druz.

"Victory! For Ulthuan!"

The well-armored Sea Guards, armed with spears, formed rows of solid defense lines, and the archers launched precise attacks on Druzy's crossbowmen.

Druzil was equally unwilling to be outdone and responded with a dense rain of arrows.

The dense jungle affected the performance of both sides, as there were bunkers everywhere.

"Isha! Mother Goddess!"

"I stand here, and Ulthuan shall never fall!"

Thirty swordsmen wearing scale armor shouted and followed the magic swordsman to rush towards Druzy.

They are the Blades of Hoeth, masters of the sword from the White Tower of Hoeth.

The arrows shot at them were split apart by the giant sword, and the long swords as tall as a person were as light as thin sticks in their hands.

The sword blade turned into a blurred afterimage, not only shattering the arrow, but also taking the life of the Druzian pirate who dared to fight.

A group of almost naked Druzi rushed out from the conflicting positions of the dark elves.

They shouted the name of Cain, the Lord of Murder, and rushed towards the swordsmen with bows and crossbows, regardless of death or injury.

These witches holding daggers were Cain's brides. They drank blood wine mixed with poison before the battle and completely forgot about death! The magical blade of the Swordmaster of Hoeth would not be damaged in the bloody battle. The giant sword directly cut the throat of the witch at a dizzying speed.

But there were too many witches and spirits. These skilled warriors danced a dance of killing in the rain of arrows, fighting with the Sword Masters of Hoeth who were also under the volleys of fire from the Druzian crossbowmen.

The shield and spear lines of both sides slowly advanced towards each other, and arrows rained down on both positions.

From time to time, witches tried to go around the side of Asur's position, but were encountered by sea guards who also wanted to use the dense forest to cover their way around. The two sides then engaged in even bloodier close combat in the bushes.

Obamon guided the metal wind, swung his sword to kill the witch spirit, and tried to control Druzy's arrows.

However, the sorceress hiding behind the Dread Spearman interfered with his spellcasting, and the two influenced each other, resulting in a stalemate for a while.

The stalemate was broken by a lizard man who slowly walked out from the east side of the dense forest.

The dark elf was caught off guard and was knocked away by the silver-gray staff. Under the morning light, the pure crystal core on the top of the staff emitted a dazzling halo.

Broken limbs and body parts flew from the east to the west, and a horrific rain of blood fell on Druzy's frightened face. The flesh and blood torn by violence even splashed into the center of the battlefield!

The witch spirit, who had fallen into madness, did not notice this creepy troublemaker.

The crossbow arrow hit the slightly faded scales of the lizard man and bounced off like a toy.

Druzy's slave master urged the warriors to hold back the uninvited guest, which only made the rain of blood and flesh thicker.

The silent massacre shocked the elves. After dealing with the witch spirit, Obamon subconsciously led the Swordmaster of Hoeth to avoid the direction of the lizardmen's advance.

He is not only a leader in swordsmanship, but also a scholar with rich knowledge in the White Tower of Hoeth.

In the deepest part of the library, the glory and desolation of the lost race of Lizardmen are recorded.

The Asur never forgot this strange and extremely indifferent neighbor, even though other races had already forgotten this group of tough warriors who had shed blood for the world. In the first great invasion of demons, they fought on the front line with countless demons for a thousand years.

When the first expedition of high elves that landed on Lustria only brought back a madman, the mystery shrouded in the cold-blooded race took on a bloody hue.

Ten thousand years have failed to change these cold-blooded creatures. They still adhere to the teachings of the ancient saints and fight for some unknown plan.

This is the worst part, because no one knows what position they play in the plans of the ancient saints! They are as cold as their appearance, and even Asur, who can barely talk to them, doesn't want to deal with them.

The cold-blooded logic is stubborn and overbearing, without any mercy.

Because ten thousand years ago, they were the rulers that measured the world for the ancient saints! The continent was forged into its current landform by them, and in order to change the temperature of the planet, they adjusted the distance between the sun and the planet.

The new race transformed by the ancient saints recuperated in a restricted area until the sudden catastrophe.

The cruel killing passed by Obamon, and the indifferent gaze inadvertently cast at him made Obamon stop.

Druzy tried in vain to stop this efficient killing machine, but failed to shake it in the slightest no matter what he did.

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The sorceress had her head broken by the scepter, and the slave master couldn't survive the encounter either.

The magic swordsman hurriedly led Asul away from Duruchi's position, for he was afraid that the cold-blooded people would mistake him for an enemy and kill him easily.

Duruzi fled in terror, and the high elves rained arrows at the deserters.

Only a few Druzes were killed by the Lizardmen, but when an enemy who could not be killed appeared on the opposite side, the blow to morale was devastating.

After all the Dark Elves' champions were slaughtered, the Lizardmen slowly approached Asur's position.

Obamon spoke eagerly in fluent Lizardman language: "We are not enemies! The Ancient Saints would like us to get along well."

"Yes, I know, you are good kids."

The cold-blooded man's eerie tone was like a poisonous snake swimming around his ear, but it made the frightened Asul breathe a sigh of relief.

Obamon knew very well that a lone lizardman would be stronger than an organized group of lizardmen, because it was difficult for an individual to survive in the rainforest for a long time.

He believed that he had encountered a warrior who had wandered the jungle for thousands of years, an ancient blood lizard man.

Smelling the strong fear in the air, Lynch, who was familiar with this world, naturally guessed what the elf was thinking.

Lynch never misses an opportunity to take advantage of his seniority, even though he is actually very young.

It is a rare opportunity for the high elves to look down on others, so it is better for them to listen carefully to the teachings of the elders than to be pointed at on the nose and asked "Why can the beasts talk?"

The magic swordsman calmed his breathing. He didn't want to engage in a meaningless battle. A conflict with the cold-blooded creature in front of him would inevitably cause unnecessary casualties.

"Elf cub, the devil is coming, there will be a war here, leave."

Lynch looked over this well-equipped force.

The magic swordsman Obamon originally planned to leave immediately to prevent the cold-blooded from seeing them as a threat, but after hearing the news from the demon, he changed his mind.

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