The glare Emery directed towards Frayne carried certain air to it, heavy and suffocating. The weight of his power brought a definite pressure, sending Frayne's head down to the tip of his feet.
He still remembered the swiftness of the other party's sword that could match the two Hans' famous legendary swordsmen. Also, he clearly recalled how this man could use magic that bend space to his will. It was no wonder that they lost so many inside the strange smoke.
Without him realizing it, Freyne's body was sweating like buckets as his entire being filled with trepidation. Why did he have to meet this man here
The man called Merlin asked, "You are wizard Freyne, aren't you? What do you want?"
"I, uh, haha… well…" Frayne almost immediately jumped at the mention of his name by the other party, just like a mouse that got its tail stepped on by a massive cat. "I just came to check if what you said to Torstein is true…"
Freyne felt like his tongue was heavy and thick, his words stilted in front of the powerful wizard. Everyone was confused at his behavior. The great wizard of the Iceni Kingdom had suddenly been rendered little more than a kid in the presence of this wizard called Merlin.
Emery turned around, looked at his surroundings, and said. "I was honestly hoping to see the Jarl, but it appears no one dared to come here and see me directly." He sighed in disappointment.
His expression prompted Frayne to stand up ramrod straight. The Iceni wizard then hurriedly tried to placate him. "I… of course, I will go back and ask for the Jarl to directly meet you.."
Freyne's completely changed behaviour left all of the 5 warriors, including Torstein, confused.
On the other hand, Emery replied to Freyne's offer. "There is no need to do that. I will come with you, and speak to them directly."
Moments later, the five Jarl, the iceni prince, was surprised to see Frayne return with the said Wizard, Merlin. The other party's wizard, who was responsible for the death of their thousands of warriors, walked into the enemy camp by himself.
Seeing the walking figure, the Danes' leader suddenly turned around to face him. Right at that moment, the air suddenly became tense as if the temperature had dropped several notches. Unconsciously, the Jarl put their arms on their weapons.
Emery however maintained his calm as he continued to approach them, staring at those leaders to gauge their strength, and then spoke without a hint of fear in his eyes.
"You all should quickly recover your wounded ones, or more lives will be lost in this pointless war. While you're at it, I want to ask you all to leave this place at once, you will not win this war while I am here." Emery said with a stern voice
The words and the powerful aura Emery emitted with his presence prompted the Jarl with the massive greatsword to stand up and pull his weapon. He pointed the weapon at Emery, who only eyed it with mild disinterest, and said. "We have not lost yet! Now that we know of your trickery… we will fight! We still have five times more soldiers than your numbers!"
Another Jarl stood up, lifted his axe to Emery's chest, and poked his chest with the tip of his weapon. "Yes! By coming alone here, you are just asking for death!"
Emery let them rant for a second before giving the Jarl a slight glare. Facing against the glare, the massive muscled Jarl suddenly found himself in hesitation.
Regardless, Emery could only sigh in exasperation at the Jarl's responses. The Danes were known for their courage and love of battle, and they would most likely never give up in the face of a losing battle. He had hoped they would listen, but it seemed that words would not be enough for these kinds of people.
On the other hand, when he made the decision to come here, he came with the understanding of what most likely be the Jarl's answers.
The battle itself was a testament to the depths of the witch Maeve's involvement, and Emery had to resort to more drastic measures to ensure no lives would senselessly be lost. He even came here with the determination to kidnap all the Jarl away to force the Danes to stop attacking if needed.
He let the energy crackle on his hands, ready to cast his spells, when Jarl Haraldson approached and said. "Merlin, we of the Danes will never back down from a challenge, but…" He turned to speak at the other Jarl before saying. "I propose we accept the kindness, and in return, we will stop our advance for half a day to rest and let the wounded recuperate. What do you all think?
The Danes were honorable people and what Jarl Haraldson proposed also seemed to be a good solution. With that, other than the Iceni, all of them agreed.
As for Emery, this actually a better compromise, this way he had no real need to make a real enemy of the Danes by kidnapping their leader. Half a day was a lot of time for him to switch strategies and help Arthur finish the fight on his side instead. Therefore, he agreed to the conditions.
After the decision was made, Emery opened a [Spatial Gate] and returned to his camp through the dark gate. All the Jarl and the Iceni kingdom soldiers could only stare in shock at the spell he showed, and some couldn't even keep their mouths from opening agape.
On the contrary, the iceni prince was looking at Freyne annoyed without saying anything. Freyne, being a court magician for almost all his life, knew what his prince's gaze meant.
But, Freyne could only explain with a wry smile on his face. "My prince, I advise you not to mess with the man. He was much stronger than anything we could possibly throw at him."
Emery returned to the camp with great news. With this, their objectives to delay the enemy could be said to have succeeded already. However, before they were able to cheer for victory, the distinct sounds of horse hooves could be heard not far away from them.
A knight in silver armor hurriedly jumped down, almost falling from his horse, and stumbled in front of Emery before giving him a slight bow.
Emery recognized him from his insignia as one of Arthur's men, and he quickly said his message "Master Merlin, the main group are losing! The king is in grave danger!"