Chapter 289: The Last Light (Seventeen)
Vitaly Boye and his warriors abandoned their exhausted horses and rushed into the snowy forest in the west, using the dense jungle as cover to avoid being hunted by a group of scorpion-tailed lions.
He didn't know why they chose the plan to lure the enemy, why they wanted to escape as far as possible, and whether old Valery's goal had been achieved. He only knew one thing - young people should obey the orders of the elderly, especially since the old lord was an old lord who survived the "Great Crusade".
Most of his experience in warfare came from Valery's teachings, and as an apprentice, he must obey his mentor.
With this stubbornness, Vitali overwhelmed all the Cosas who wanted to fight back against the enemy while fleeing.
Even he could see that the large number of scorpion-tailed lions in the sky were not something that the few hundred people could deal with.
If there was only one Chaos Beast, Boyer was confident that he could chop off its head with his battle axe alone, but there were dozens of Manticores in the sky.
Hundreds of Chaos War Mastiffs are an absolute disaster to hundreds of mortals, but to Lynch, killing them all is not even a warm-up before the battle.
When packs of bison-sized evil dogs stepped from the snowfields in the south into the dry land in the north, Lynch rushed towards the enemy without thinking.
The friction between the lizard man's scales and the air made a slight explosion, and when he was about to get close to the hound, he tentatively activated "In a flash".
The world stopped in his eyes, and everything went into slow motion, including Lynch himself.
But he found that he had not reached the speed limit. In this "bullet time", he had enough spare energy to coordinate his body.
If the Great Secret Keeper can cut off all the raindrops falling around him in an instant, then Lynch is now confident that he can do it.
Lynch's slow-motion swinging of the weapon gradually sped up, like a fast-forwarded movie, but the Chaos War Mastiff still maintained a slow pace that was almost stopped.
He split the hound that pounced from mid-air into two, and then killed the hounds on both sides one by one. Just when he wanted to move, he found that it was extremely difficult to run in this state.
It was easy for him to just control his hands, but if his whole body served a certain purpose, it would not be so easy to do.
Lynch stumbled as he walked in the slow-motion world. It didn't take any skills to deal with the Chaos War Mastiffs. Even though he almost fell to the ground, it couldn't change the fate of the hound pack.
To deal with such a weakling, all you need to do is swing your weapon.
The lizard man fast-forwarded in the slow-motion world and killed all the hounds in an instant.
The clock started moving again, and the slow-motion world returned to normal. No, the world has always been normal.
Valeri only saw a residual image, and he blinked subconsciously, and the divine creature appeared in the chaos wolf pack.
He didn't have time to turn around completely, and in just a moment of distraction, the group of war mastiffs disappeared.
The flesh and blood cut by the sharp weapon was spread out where the war mastiffs had been. He couldn't even piece together a complete Chaos Hound from the scattered dog legs and wolf heads.
Old Boyer rubbed his eyes, but it was not an illusion. The unknown creature killed hundreds of hounds almost instantly.
"Boye, I can't walk anymore, leave me behind! I will buy you some time."
A soldier whispered a request to Vitali. Boyer gritted his teeth, bent down, picked up the soldier on his back, and continued to walk in the thick snow with everyone supporting each other.
A series of extremely penetrating roars were heard from all directions. Many people thought that they were surrounded and that the manticore had discovered them and was just teasing them before hunting.
When they asked Vitali what to do next, Boyer was at a loss and had no idea.
The group stumbled and fled for a distance. Vitali led the soldiers to hide under an ancient pine tree that covered the entire village. They endured the pain from the pine needles and took a short rest.
They are human beings, they need to replenish food and water, as well as calories.
Even Boyer, who could smash a boulder into powder with one hammer, had run out of energy. He was hungrier than the soldiers, and it cost more for him to maintain his physical vitality.
Even though he had inhuman strength, he was still human.
People forgot their previous identities, whether they were proud Winged Hussars or rude Cossas, all the soldiers crowded together, took out the dry food from the cloth bags and began to devour it.
Vitali took a sip of the water mixed with a small amount of alcohol in the pot. Of course, he had strong liquor on him, but he couldn't drink it now because the manticore would smell the obvious odor.
The roars became more and more frequent, and it seemed that the beasts had gradually found out their location.
The thought that he couldn't escape came to Vitali's mind, and he quickly made a decision.
Vitali whispered the final orders to the soldiers around him.
"Inform the others that there is no need to save supplies anymore. We are going to do something big later."
After a while, when the soldiers had recovered enough strength, Vitali took out the wine jug and signaled to the soldiers.
He no longer suppressed his voice, and spoke in a voice that all the soldiers could hear clearly: "Is there anyone who dares to fight with me for the last time? If you want to run, continue to flee in the originally designated direction. I won't blame you. Who told you not to have courage when you crawled out of your mother's womb?"
A chaotic laugh broke out from under the huge ancient pine, and this laughter was also a disguised response to Boye. They had had enough of running away.
If it wasn't for the sake of the overall situation and to delay the Chaos army as much as possible, who wouldn't want to turn around and fight the invaders? Soldiers raised their wine jugs to Boyer, and the men who loved drinking drank the strong liquor in the jugs heroically, throwing away the wine jugs they had used since childhood.
"For Kislev!"
Vitali took off the battle axe behind him. He was never good at pre-battle speeches, but the soldiers didn't need too many speeches.
The instinct to protect this land is deeply engraved in the spirit of the Kislevites. The "Eternal Chosen" in the "Great Crusade" failed to defeat the spirit of this kingdom. How could a few dozen scorpion-tailed lions make the soldiers lose their will to fight?
"For Ersun!"
"For Daha!"
"For Thor!"
The soldiers paid tribute to the revered gods, but the gods who had guarded this land for countless years did not respond to them, nor did they expect a response from the gods.
There have long been rumors that the gods have disappeared, that they have been defeated, and that they will never appear again.
In the past they had scoffed at this, but when they witnessed the endless Chaos Army with their own eyes, even the most devout believers would be shaken.
Even if they are gone, what can mortals do?
The battle must continue, and it has to continue.
Under Boyer's leadership, the soldiers rushed out of their bunkers one by one and scattered into the woods in groups of three or five, preparing ropes, hammers and axes.
They were no match for the Manticore pride, but the wild beasts couldn't easily make them their lunch either.
(End of this chapter)
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