The Great Worm Lich 607 The Arrival of the Decisive Battle

With these two terms, he answered Dubbine's question and pulled the reins to jump off his mount.

Not far away, in front of the octagonal tent decorated by hundreds of golden-crowned eagle flags, two palace servants welcomed them as though they were attending an afternoon tea party in the back garden of the palace. One of them politely took the rein from the hand of the 'unihorn's advisor and said, "Just hand your mount to me please, Sir."

"Thank you, he's already as old as I do, so just feed him with raw meat mixed with lettuce," Tunin reminded the servant and patted away the dirt on his clothes, adjusting his garments before walking towards the octagonal tent.

At this time, Dubbine, who had hurriedly jumped from his mount, threw the rein to another servant, following behind the old man in a few steps, before walking into the tent after the announcement made by the royal guard in a long drawled out tone. "The Commander of the unihorn imperial guard Sir Dubbine de Alison from Amira and Sendo United Kingdom, and the legion advisor Sir Kuchila de Nasenta, have arrived."

The area inside the tent was quite spacious; it was almost the same size as the palace where the powerful mainland kings handled their government affairs.

The four-sided walls made out of thick leather cloth were full of diplomatic knights wearing heavy armor and holding various types of swallow-tailed flags. If a scholar who was familiar with the Green Leaf Mainland's heraldry was here, he would be able to recognize that at least 70% to 80% of flags here were the emblem patterns of the most powerful lord, aristocratic family, in Green Leaf Mainland.

Right now, these owners of these family emblems were sitting on broad wooden chairs, arranged in four rows on both sides of a long bright red plush carpet. Sitting at the end of the trail was none other than the king of the mainland kings, Hoffe Lehman.

"Look, my two brave commanders who are good in battle have arrived," Raising a glass of fruit wine that was as thick as blood, Yassen King looked at the imperial guard's commander and advisor who were striding towards himself as he said with a burst of hearty laughter. The instant his words left this mouth, Dubbine and Kuchila were already down on one knee. With their heads bowed down, they said respectfully, "All hail the King."

"There's no need to hail me. As long as we win this, I'll have no other opponents anymore…" Yassen King shook his head slightly. An elder with white hair beside his right side saw that Dignity King had somewhat lost control of himself under the influence of alcohol, so he coughed lightly, "Commander Dubbine, Sir Kuchila, the kings and magnates of the mainland are all here. You've mentioned in the battle report that you had had a confrontation with the barbarian army, so can you describe the level of their strength, please?"

Upon hearing this question, the powerful aristocrats who had become increasingly irritated by the Yassen King's arrogant attitude that was increasingly growing began to listen attentively.

Kuchila's expression changed under the gaze of the crowds. With an extremely dignified appearance, he spoke before everybody else, "Dear respectful Lord Claremont, the Hellfire barbarians' combat ability is basically the same with the fugitives from the fallen land. The fall of the Kattaman countries is not because they're too weak, but the enemy is too strong. Four days ago, when we just reached the Gaoden Hill, Commander Dubbine ordered an attack to be carried out on the barbarian fortifications…" After describing the Wizard Li's warrior warfare in detail, he looked around and said, "They are well-armed and have a strong will. There's one caster in every several dozen warriors, and they even have the magical beast shell as armor. We cannot underestimate them at all!"

Although Kuchila's rank of nobility was not high, as the former commander and the current advisor of the unihorn imperial legions, one of the four strongest garrisons in the mainland, his words were extremely authoritative in the military affairs. When his words left his mouth, the tent had already been covered in a dignified atmosphere.

"Your Highness Hoffe, have you heard the judgment made by your imperial legion's advisor? What do you think we should do?" In the silence, a gloomy old man who was sitting in the first place on the right side of the Dignity King smiled and opened his mouth. He was none other than Sun King from Fran.

"Your Highness Otto, Yasen's 'artillery infantry phalanx' is invincible, no matter how strong the barbarian army is, the coalition forces will drive them back to the wild island." Looking at Fran King from the corner of his eyes, Dignity King replied coldly.

"I hope everything can be as smooth as you said," Otto replied in an equally cold voice. After that, he remained silent for a while before blurting out an excuse to leave the tent.

After the departure of King Fran, other monarchs and magnates who had a grudge towards the Dignity King also left. Soon, only Yassen's loyal clusters remained behind in the large tent.

The white-haired elder standing beside Dignity King was no longer bothered by the others and said gloomily, "Your Majesty, the Sun King has not alleviated his hostility towards you, but he went against his vow and actually sent out 350,000 soldiers to join the mainland coalition. Not only that, but he even came to the Gaoden Hill in person, so I'm worried that there may be a conspiracy in this."

"I've long realized that things do indeed seem fishy, Claremont," Yassen King replied with a scornful curl of his lips, "Otto's most trusted state adviser, Anodun, has mysteriously disappeared a few days ago for a while and then, later on, Otto broke his vow and joined the mainland coalition forces. His character and morals can't become noble suddenly. However, if he still has any conspiracies or even colludes with the Hellfire barbarian tribes, then the most he can do is to disclose some coalition intelligence to the barbarians. That gloomy coward doesn't have the courage to fight back in front of the battle array. In fact, I kinda hope that he'll be mad enough to do this, and by that time, without the need to send any troop to crush him, just a riot from Fran's people itself is enough for me to send the once glorious Sun King to the gallows! Hahaha… That scene will definitely be exciting."

The hearty laughter of Dignity King elicited laughter from his followers too. Only the white-haired elder still continued with his brows knitted together, "Your Majesty, now is a critical time for the survival and death of the civilized mainland world..."

"Claremont, it's precisely because it is the critical time to decide the fate of the Green Leaf Mainland that I don't give a damn about that Sun King's clown trick. Scheming can only allow him to win for a while, but it is impossible to reverse the entire situation. I've decided to launch a general offensive eight days later and directly fight a decisive battle openly with the Hellfire tribesmen to defeat the barbarian army in one fell swoop. So what if Sun King spreads this news himself anyway?" Yassen King interrupted the words of his most trusted think tank and said conceitedly.

The Majesty of the king did not allow anybody to put in a word. The sense of anxiety the white-haired elder had come from his unwarranted intuition, so he could only reply "Yes," and nothing else.

In the early morning of the next day, the Dignity King's entire army rested for seven whole days, the order of launching a full-scale attack on the barbarian fortifications spread throughout the coalition camp.

Under the command of the king of the mainland kings, thousands of millions of mainland soldiers entered the state of readiness. Just the battle line alone stretched out to thousands of kilometers. If they did not rely on sorcery to communicate, it would have been impossible to consolidate them into one unit.

Seven days passed by in a flash. The war had finally reached its last moment before the start.

Under the splendid rising sun, wearing the ancient bear head armor worn by the Saint King Josino during his coronation who had united the Agesseno people who had split up thousands of years ago into a nation and built the Yassen Kingdom, the Dignity King rode the golden-crowned giant hawk, the symbol of the Eiro Dynasty. He went up to the front of the array, surrounded by thousands of nobles and heavy armored knights like an ancient saint king.

This king, who had become king at the age of seventeen, had been reviving the national strength in the past 24 hours to finally defeat a century-year old strong enemy and made Yassen into the strongest in the mainland. In the earth-shattering chanting of 'All hail the king, all hail the king…" he walked out of the crowd.

Looking left and right at the endless army by the sides, the throbbing passion he had when he first sat on the throne when he was just a teenager was roused again in his heart.

Suppressing his tormenting emotions, Hoffe took a deep breath and breathed in the air that seemed to have contained a tremendous menacing power of Gaoden Hill and muttered, "Mainland King. I'm the King of the King of the Green Leaf Mainland! The kings of the kings…"

Slowly raising his right arm, he waved forward.

In an instant, the mainland coalition forces charged at the barbarian fortifications like the turbulent raging water that had broken the damn

. At the same time, in the depth underneath the Gaoden Hill, Zhang Lisheng looked at the water curtain with a dignified expression, while clenching his fists and whispering: "It has finally started..."

At this moment, Wizard Li chief warriors had already prepared for battle in the ambush points throughout the hills in all directions. Only more than ten native choresmen, dispatch warriors, and the only mainland chief priest were there with him, guarding his side.

Upon seeing such a humane-like expression from the god that he believed in, Tuan, who knew about his nature of not caring about small things with his intimate followers, said calmly, "Your Majesty, the heresy coalition force is already a prey that has already fallen to our trap. No matter how strong they are, they are already doomed. The only thing worth worrying about is how much damage they will cause to our army, so why are you so worried?"

"Well, it's true, but you've once said before that the forbidden spell is a powerful spell that can even injure a god. Such power is more than enough to change the outcome of any battle if it has been stored. What's more, who knows what kind of secret weapon these heretics still keep up their sleeves. How can I possibly feel at ease until the very last moment when victory becomes apparent?" Zhang Lisheng answered as he shook his head.

The mainland chief priest fell into a few seconds of silence. "Your Majesty, there are only more than 20 legendary sorcerers who can cast the forbidden spell and only 200 to 300 arch-sorcerers who can cast it using the formation chart, so how many forbidden spells can they cast anyway? Instead, it's the artillery infantry squad that is used by the Yassen people to defeat the Fran Kingdom that is said to be infinitely powerful..."

"The artillery infantry squad..." Zhang Lisheng shook his head with a chuckle, "I've seen mainland's artillery power on the Kattaman merchant ship before and although it's not small, compared to…"

While the young man was speaking, he suddenly saw an image of ten troops of strange mainland soldiers pushing artillery as they marched forward, appearing on the vast water curtain that showed the battlefield of hundreds of square kilometers.

Those warriors usually hid in the clash of the battle during the start of the war and would only attack when the time was right. Each troop consisted of only 100 people, and all of them were wearing heavy, full-bodied armors that were inscribed with complicated alchemy formations. As they moved, glimpses of brilliance would flash across their limbs from time to time and gave off a pseudo-classic robot vibe.

The artilleries they were pushing also had the same brilliance flashing from time to time. The thick and short barrels engraved with formations were incomparably exquisite, looking more like a mysterious artwork than a weapon.

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