Dark Flames 11

Chapter Eleven: Crossing the War Zone
Strictly speaking, Mulis doesn't belong to any organization; he directly obeys the Emperor of the Ishunobi Empire.
The common people perceive him as a powerful figure, known by the resounding title of "Sharpshooter."
Only high-ranking military officials and important ministers truly understand what kind of person he is.
Some say he was the current Emperor, Edvinsk's, childhood friend
and lifelong companion. These two talented young men, after reaching adulthood,
embarked on completely different paths.
Edvinsk inherited his father's will and ascended the throne,
while Mulis immersed himself in martial arts training for over a decade, repeatedly pushing his limits and
striving towards an unseen destination. Perhaps because Mulis lacked any powerful backing,
Edvinsk trusted him implicitly, entrusting him with numerous special missions, which
he almost never failed.
This time, Mulis's mission was to assist in the quest for and securing of the artifact. He had clearly failed,
but Edvinsk didn't blame him. Instead, he attributed it all to the officer's incompetence;
although the commander was dead, his subordinates would be punished as well.
Now, Mulis slowly raised his bow and aimed at the target he saw through his magical device.
The device was like an eye patch; the wearer's left eye would be unable to see color,
but animals, plants, and inanimate objects would be distinguished by three simple yet indescribable colors.
The fully drawn longbow emitted a taut sound, but Mulis's every movement was effortless,
as if he were doing something as casual as eating.
While aiming, he chanted the incantation "Repulsion, Air, Unobstructed," imbuing the arrow with its power.
It was a long process…
His movements were as resolute as iron. If it weren't for his mount being a "Beast,"
everyone would probably think he was a powerful knight. The moment he released his grip,
the powerful tension of the longbow propelled the enchanted arrow. He then easily slung his longbow over his shoulder and
strolled down the hillside as if taking a walk.
Resembling a black panther, but with a remarkably thick neck and forelimbs,
the "Beast" obediently walked to Mulis's side, allowing him to mount it
. Then, it opened its blood-red maw and let out a grating roar before turning and galloping towards its destination.
At this very moment, at the twelfth fortress on the border of the Ishtar Empire, the sun was about to set.
Towering catapults swung their arms, hurling burning rocks that left trails of black smoke in the air
before slamming them against the walls of the fortress. The repeated impacts shook the entire border fortress,
repeatedly deploying and relentlessly tearing apart the spell shields.
But this didn't mean the spell shields were useless. Without the shields acting as a buffer,
the walls, already under the concentrated fire of three enemy catapults, would have collapsed long ago; they certainly wouldn't have held out this long.
On the plains outside the fortress, the border guards of Ishinobyl and the barbarians of the southern ruins were locked in fierce combat.
These barbarian elites were born berserkers, possessing explosive power and lethality far surpassing that of ordinary knights.
However, this also meant that their cavalry was not particularly strong, and the stamina of their elite troops was inferior to that of ordinary knights.
At this moment, a distinctive war drumbeat resounded from the rear of the barbarian army.
A hoarse and aged voice was carried to everyone's ears with the rhythm of the drums .
The border guards of Ishinobyl did not sense anything special,
but the barbarian warriors, as if possessed, went into a bloodthirsty frenzy. They began to charge recklessly at the enemy,
frantically smashing their enemies with their hammers, swords, and greatswords.
In less than a minute, the Ishinobi border garrison crumbled.
Even the shieldbearers' large shields couldn't withstand the enemy's onslaught.
The muscular barbarians, shouting incoherently,
shattered shields with their heavy warhammers…
Upon learning that a shaman was stationed at the heart of the enemy force, the commander of Fortress Twelve turned ashen-faced.
He knew he had no way to stop the barbarian advance;
the fall of this fortress, which had stood undefeated for thirty years, was only a matter of time.
The border garrison grew increasingly exhausted with each battle, but the barbarians,
fueled by the shaman's presence and the taste of blood, only grew more excited. The berserker warriors' lack of stamina was thus compensated for.
Shamans were the most mysterious and powerful spellcasters in the world.
It was said that each shaman possessed incantations left behind from the age of gods,
which explained their immense influence;
the very existence of a shaman could determine the course of a war.
Before the shaman, even the thickest textbooks of warfare would be ripped open...
Despair! Utter despair...
But at that moment, the resounding drumbeats and the aged voice eerily ceased,
as if abruptly cut off. The barbarian warriors, who had been charging madly, suddenly lost their strength. Those who
fared better simply collapsed to the ground, while the unluckiest were crushed by their own footsteps
or struck directly by the guards' blades.
Neither side could understand what was happening. The
barbarian chieftain, staring in disbelief at his decimated troops, looked at
the shaman on the mobile altar. But the next scene shocked him.
The aged shaman held aloft the ritual implement that could be used as a staff and a drumstick,
but his hands seemed stuck in mid-air, unable to strike.
The reason was simple... an arrow piercing his throat had ended his life.
He stood on the altar for a full half minute. Both the chieftain and his fierce warriors
could only watch in stunned disbelief as the shaman plummeted from the platform.
"Mulis… the legendary archer… it's him!"
Only then did the great chieftain remember the strongest man in Ishinobi.
Perhaps because he had never intervened in the southern campaigns of the empire,
no one expected him to launch such a surprise attack…
the situation had been reversed in an instant!
Originally, after the barbarians breached the walls, their morale soared, and they should have been able to capture the city in one fell swoop.
But now, without the shaman's support, even breaching the city walls might not yield any significant results.
"Mu--Li--Si--!!"
From afar, the barbarian chieftain's furious roar could be heard.
This familiar name made Lelona, who was leading the stealthy advance in the dark, frown.
Only then did she finally understand why the shaman's war drums had mysteriously disappeared.
Not long ago, she herself had almost died at Mu-Li-Si's hands;
she knew better than anyone else how terrifying that arrow flying from over 800 meters away was…
"Miss Lelona… ugh…" Qi Bilin followed behind Lelona, crawling forward.
She trembled with fear, barely daring to pay attention to her surroundings.
The leaves of the plants she had planted on her hands and feet clung tightly to her skin like mimosa, making her emotions even more palpable. She
had never regretted her decision, but she was still afraid of this cruel reality.
Both Nevaro and Lelona considered her a strong girl.
Reaching for the filthy, foul-smelling severed arm, Nevaro gazed at Zibilins, who seemed perpetually terrified before him,
and a strange feeling washed over him… He realized he was far too calm.
Whether it was when he was slaying wolves, witnessing Lerona kill, or even now, with this person's remains lying before him,
his heart had indeed raced and his breathing heavy, but his behavior was anything but normal.
The initial encounter with those wolves had certainly frightened him,
but the ensuing series of battles had far exceeded his expectations.
Strangely, for a long time afterward, he had taken it all for granted.
Now, thinking back, when Lerona was struck,
he could accurately discern the arrow's enchantment as "Mental, Lockdown, Sleep: Time Limit."
He crawled forward, pondering these complex questions. He began to realize how strange his existence was,
especially when he recalled the dark flames in his dream…
“Stay close… Don’t make a sound. We’ll talk later.”
Lelona poked her head out from the pile of rocks. After confirming it was alright, she immediately got up,
casually knocking down a barbarian sentry before beckoning them to follow.
This time, Lelona didn’t kill anyone, perhaps because she didn’t sense any hostility from them… Nivalo thought.
But that wasn’t the case. Barbarian warriors were particularly sensitive to the smell of blood.
Although they were close to the battlefield, they were upwind and there hadn’t been any major conflicts.
If they casually killed someone and released the smell of blood, they would be easily discovered by the barbarians.
To pass through this area safely, it was best not to kill anyone.
In fact, Lelona had considered waiting until the war was over before setting off,
but firstly, she wasn't sure how long the stable situation in Nevalo would last—
this war could drag on for at least half a month and up to half a year.
Secondly, a monster named Mulis was chasing them, and she dared not delay their journey.
Mulis was definitely not there to intervene in the war; that terrifying arrow was merely a side effect.
His real target was undoubtedly Nevalo, who was trailing behind the rear of the group…
Moreover, Nevalo had only recently been recognized by the villagers and chased by guards when they reached the border town.
Clearly, the Ishinobi Empire had issued an arrest warrant for them.
In that case, they couldn't simply swagger past the fortress;
the only way to "detour" through was probably through this battlefield.
In the distance… the massive catapult emitted a deafening roar befitting its size,
and another burning stone was hurled out with force, hurtling towards the opposite city wall like an angry meteor.
At this moment, the city wall already showed signs of collapse.
"When did the barbarians acquire the technology to build such catapults...?"
Even someone other than Lelona could immediately see the unusual nature of this catapult.
Its significantly larger size compared to ordinary catapults was a clear indication.
This catapult was called a giant catapult, and some also referred to it as a dwarf catapult—
for the simple reason that it was undoubtedly invented by dwarves.
This catapult could walk... that's right, it could walk as long as someone was operating it.
Its eight spider-like legs would crawl on the ground according to the operator's will, thereby moving the catapult assembly on its back.
It was more manpower-efficient than ordinary catapults and possessed considerable destructive power and range.
Its drawbacks were its cumbersome size, slow assembly, and difficult maintenance.
However, its ease of transport and destructive power alone were enough to determine its strategic importance;
it was an indispensable weapon of war for main forces during sieges.
Faced with such a weapon, and three of them at once, it was no wonder that the border garrison was being overwhelmed.
These three enormous, out-of-place structures were impossible for Lelona to ignore, even if she didn't want to.
She simply didn't believe the barbarians had the capability to build such things. Even the Ishinobi Empire only had a dozen or so,
scattered across various important military camps and fortresses. Yet here were three at once…
Without time to dwell on it, Lelona chose to crawl through the vast area.
While this would leave her covered in dirt, it would also make her less likely to be discovered. At night, aside from the sentries and raiding parties,
no one should spot them.
After several days of hiding, Nevaro was already feeling exhausted.
Although Zibilins's large buttocks kept swaying in front of him, he was no longer interested in admiring them.
"Shh!"
Lelona stopped ahead and waved to the two behind her, signaling them to move aside.
Several border guards, clad entirely in black bodysuits and already blending into the night,
swiftly and agilely slipped into the woods where the catapults were located.
Several barbarian warriors on guard duty were instantly eliminated.
They were undoubtedly a special unit sent to dismantle the catapults. Given their stealth capabilities and the amount of gunpowder they could carry,
they could only dismantle one catapult, which must be the closest one…
Lelona easily determined their objective
and immediately deduced the approximate locations of the other raiding parties.
She had to avoid conflict with them as much as possible.
The problem was, she wasn't acting alone;
she was accompanied by a peasant girl and a boy with an artifact,
and neither of them seemed to have a deep understanding of stealth…
Qi Bilins's presence was essential; she needed someone to help her recover her strength,
and this person had to be a woman. The reason was simple… her lower body was still sore and numb after that night,
but strangely,
the side effects (aphrodisiac) from replenishing the magic circle's power hadn't made her faint, yet this time it was unexpectedly severe.
As for Nevaro, he was the most important target; she had to bring him back to headquarters and
find a way to retrieve the artifact deeply embedded in his soul.
Even if that wasn't possible, she had to at least seal the artifact within this man,
after all, it was the most terrifying thing she had ever witnessed…
She would never forget the consequences of being touched by that black thing…
They finally crossed the entire battlefield almost at dawn, but the war behind them continued.
Nevaro didn't know where he got the strength to continue;
he only knew that the world before him had begun to shake uncontrollably.
The world hadn't changed; it was purely because he was too exhausted.
Noticing that Nevaro was swaying and about to collapse,
Zibilins quickly placed her small hand on Nevaro's chest,
muttering incantations as if casting some kind of spell.
Soon, Nevaro felt a warm current spread from his chest, and his mind cleared considerably.
But this left Zibilins the most exhausted. She had already cast five healing spells,
once on Lelona and the other four on Nevaro.
"Lelona... how about we rest for a bit?" Nevaro knew this, so
he grasped Zibilins' wrist, interrupting her healing spell, and
supported her exhausted body, looking towards the figure scouting ahead.
"Alright! Let's rest here for ten minutes."
"Great..." Knowing she could rest, Zibilins smiled happily and fell into
a deep sleep in Nevaro's arms. He found a sturdy tree trunk for her to lean against and rest,
while he, like Lelona, stood nearby to check the surroundings.
"The Igfimang Ruins Desert is just ahead. We need to gather more supplies today."
Lelona patted Nevaro's shoulder, gesturing for him to look at the golden expanse in the distance—the desert she'd mentioned.
But Nevaro's gaze was almost entirely fixed on Lelona's ample breasts, which seemed about to burst from her equipment as she raised her hand.
Nevaro had never seen a desert before, but from the words "ruins" and "desert,"
and from Lelona's words, he knew that what awaited him was definitely not good…

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