Cthulhu Gonfalon Chapter 265

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

“Good weather today, and good sunshine.” Crick looked up at the sky, reached out and covered the glare of the sun. “I thought the North would be very cold. In fact, it is just fine.”

Spencer sighed and turned his eyes to the Orcs in the distance. He only saw the boundless, daunting army and the majestic atmosphere of the military. Looking back on his own side, there were quite a lot of people, but the battle formation was obviously scattered with decentralized momentum and no feeling of integration.

Just like a piece of steel and a stone, they looked almost the same size and seemed to be quite strong, but in fact, they were different. When they bumped against each other directly, nothing would happen for the first couple of times, but the broken one would be the stone after a few more collisions.

“You are able to smile at this time? Amazing!” Spencer said to his friend next to him after a sigh. “A while later, when the battle starts, I will find a chance to charge towards the flag of the Orc emperor. Don't keep up with me like an idiot!”

“Uh? I think we are friends, aren't we?” Crick was stunned. “As one of my only best friends, when you see an opportunity, do you shamelessly throw away the Knight Rules and gain it without sharing?”

Spencer laughed because of the look of astonishment and anger on Crick's face. Then he slammed his Crick's shoulders jokingly. “Look at the time! You are still telling jokes. So you are not a scholar, but a bard?”

“I am a believer of the Distant Song. It's normal to have the ability of a bard, isn't it?” Crick smiled and pushed his shoulder into Spencer. “My dear friend, this is probably the first, and the last time we'll fight side by side in this life. Let me share in your honor a bit.”

“Is there anything to be shared in courting death?”

“If I don't you charge with you, I won't die?” Crick sneered. “I'll die anyway, so it's better to charge with you. I heard a passage from a bard before: 'Escape ends with death, and a fight also ends with death. Since they both end with death, it's better to do something great, ending with a spectacular death.' What do you think of this?”

“Very good, but it is too long as an epitaph.” Spencer nodded, and then said with a smile, “I have already told them that my epitaph will be 'From birth to death, he was always like a knight.'”

Crick raised his eyebrows. “Then my epitaph will be 'He lived like a poet, but died like a knight.' How's that?”

Spencer was silent and then sighed. “Unfortunately! I will go to the god's kingdom of the Lonely Guardian, but you will go to the god's kingdom of the Distant Song. Otherwise, we could have the opportunity to have a drink over such wonderful epitaphs.”

“Why are you talking about such a bad topic?” a knight beside them yelled. “I don't plan to die here! I intend to take off the head of the Orc emperor and hang it in my living room. When I'm too old to hold a sword, I'll rely on it to brag to my children and grandchildren!”

Crick and Spencer laughed together, as well as the surrounding knights.

Under the army flag of the Orc army, Emperor Junero could not help but smile while looking at the battle formation of the humans.

“Your Majesty, are you thinking about happy things?” a guard asked curiously.

“Victory is close at hand, of course, I'm happy,” the emperor said, smiling. “Look at the enemy army. Although they have many people, their formation is very scattered. The front and the center are obviously out of touch. Although the two wings are elites, the number of soldiers is not enough. The rear army is so messy; obviously, it consists of common folks. Look at our side. We not only have more people, but we also have a neater battle formation. The outcome of the battle is clear before the fight even starts.”

The guard looked at both sides and found that it was true, so he couldn't help but laugh. “Your Majesty, you are really wise! You have seen the outcome before the fight starts!”

However, at this time, the Tragic Wind under the grass robe started to talk, “There is no absolute outcome in a battle. If you are able to judge the outcome with a bare look of the military strengths and formations of both sides, then humans will still be in the era of wizards.”

She was talking about the decisive battle between the New Magic Army and the Wizard Army led by Le-Peyroux. In the Wizard Army, there had been more than ten legendary strongmen, nearly 100 high-level wizards, and thousands of mid-level wizards and secret warriors trained by wizards. Moreover, they had been supported by a fully-trained and well-equipped army. On the other side of the New Magic Army, they had had only one legendary strongman, Le-Peyroux. The famous masters afterwards, such as the Tragic Wind and Ibray, had only been high-level mages at that time. The number of troops had been much less, and their equipment was poor. Although the morale had been high, the degree of training had been indeed far less than the other side.

According to what Emperor Junero had said, the outcome of that battle should have been a victory for the Wizard Army. But in fact, after a desperate fight, the New Magic Army led by Le-Peyroux won.

Although the Tragic Wind and her teacher went separate ways because of their disagreement of ideas, she always took pride in following her teacher to smash the wizards at that time. At this moment, hearing the emperor's remarks, she couldn't help but think of the past and make a sarcastic comment.

The emperor frowned with a severe face, but he did not refute her words.

The majesty of the Orc emperor was totally ineffective against people like the Tragic Wind Big Druid. She said whatever she thought of, and he could only endure unless he intended to turn against her.

What's more, what would happen if he ever turned against her? He could feel that the Tragic Wind Big Druid was already a master who had crossed the Immortal Door. Unless he violated the command of Sky Devourer Canine's Majesty and uncovered the hidden seal of power, he was unable to leave her behind even if he used Staff of Imprisonment.

This big druid was not only the top master of natural spells but also the top figure in the field of magic. Moreover, she was also a powerful ranger with no weaknesses in the fields of melee combat or spells. More importantly, even he couldn't define whether the Tragic Wind Big Druid standing here was her real body or an avatar.

Many of the strongmen who had crossed the Immortal Door liked to hide their noumenon in a safe place, concentrating on the pursuit of becoming gods. Usually, they only sent out their avatars to take part in the activities of the world. Perhaps, the Tragic Wind did so as well.

On the other side, Woods Igor frowned deeply when looking at the stable and mountain-like formation of the Orc army.

He knew that they would most likely lose this battle. However, he must fight!

As the king of the Kingdom of Eagle, others could admit failure, but he couldn't surrender.

After all, it was just death. He had no fears.

Thinking of that majesty's promise to him, he couldn't help but smile.

The knights next to the king could not help but rejoice when they saw the smile of their king underneath such a disadvantage. Although they had seen the disadvantages of the situation without thinking of any way to win, at least their morale had been improved.

In the sky, the air forces from both sides who took off in advance were facing each other. On the human side, there were giant eagles, griffons and air force knights, and on the Orc's side, there were flying demon beasts and more air force knights.

In terms of quantity, the number of Orc's air force knights was not particularly high. However, flying demon beasts had an absolute advantage over the giant eagles and the griffons. According to the general law, human beings could withstand such a battle at first, but when they lost more knights, they wouldn't be able to withstand it anymore.

Leon, riding a griffon, did not care about the dense mass of the flying demon beasts or the air force knights on the opposite side. His eyes were falling on the ground, focusing on the person under the Golden Crown Eagle Flag.

He hadn't seen that person for decades, and that person had become old now. At first, that person had only been nearly ten years older than him. Now he was still young as he had been, but he already had gray temples. Time left a deep trace on his body, washing away the sharpness of the past years and leaving only the twilight.

Just looking at his back, he's really a bit like Grandfather…

Leon clenched the scimitar with a temporary magical gemstone and a “weight reduction” effect in his hand, sighing secretly in his heart. This scimitar was the relic of Atel, the strongest assassin of the Orc Empire. It was also his war trophy. In the previous scout battle, he had used this scimitar to cut the heads off of more than 30 Orc warriors, which made Rien the Leopard-killer win his illustrious name. Therefore, he was now a member of the noblest air force knights in the Kingdom of Eagle. He rode a royal griffon that was comparable to a high-level demon beast. This griffon was not the same as the common griffons which had grayish, yellow bodies and white heads. Its whole body was covered with white feathers, and the feathers on the top of its head were golden just like a crown. That was where the name “the Royal Griffon” came from.

Obviously, this griffon had not been the type that had been trained for a long time. It had been very unwilling to accept this knight at first. But when it had felt the true intentions of Leon, it immediately had become tame and obedient.

No one had known why except for Leon and this griffon.

Leon gently touched the feathers on the back of the griffon and whispered to it, “When the battle starts, just rush forward. Don't entangle with those who are not worth mentioning, understand?”

The griffon nodded with a cheerful call.

As a powerful creature known for its bravery, its favorite act was to attack again and again. In particular, it liked to attack powerful enemies, knocking them down and tearing them apart with its powerful claws.

Its own knight not only owned the special warm and comforting breath of eagle descendants, but also had outstanding strength and fearless courage. This really suited the griffon's taste!

Leon couldn't help but laugh when he heard the joyful shout of his mount.

“You boy,” he said, “you are just a griffon, but you have the heart of a giant dragon!”

The clever griffon understood his praise and responded with a proud call.

At this moment, the military flag of the Orc Empire moved and slowly advanced toward the front.

That was the command to commence the fight.

The next moment, the military flag of the Kingdom of Eagle also moved in a similar manner, pushing forward without showing any weakness.

The soldiers on both sides issued a deafening roar and charged forward toward either victory or death.

The murderous atmosphere reached up to the sky, even blocking out the bright sunshine.

Chapter end