Chapter 37 9. I got the wrong script
After chatting for a while, Cowell shouted, "Here they come!"
The dignitaries stopped talking and looked over.
Maranur took another sip and said nonchalantly, "Valahar of Hag Graef, bastard son of Lehan the Fallen Blade."
Daxus felt the power of fate again and picked up the monocular on his belt to look. There were thirteen cold lizard riders, led by a female cold lizard rider, who should be Malus Blackblade's girlfriend Lunara, more than thirty Duruchi mercenaries, pulling more than a hundred human slaves and more than thirty Asur slaves, and they were marching into the square in a mighty manner.
"Perhaps my arrival has allowed these Asur cousins to live for another half a year."
Maranul snapped his fingers and said, "He should have sold these cousins in Karonde Karl and got a high price instead of coming to Karonde to cause trouble." After that, he stood up, leaned on the parapet and looked at the square.
A cold lizard in Lunara's team roared, and Daxus heard two heavy hits on the city wall, and a crossbow arrow shot into the cold lizard's shoulder.
The ambush begins!
Malus's shoulder armor was also hit by the crossbow arrow, which then bounced off and passed only two centimeters away from his nose. He quickly looked around.
Chaos instantly enveloped the entire team. More crossbow bolts pierced the air, and the slaves screamed and howled. The mercenaries began to wield whips and sticks to maintain order, forcing the slaves to line up, while the mercenary captains on both sides began to issue orders.
More angry roars echoed from the cold lizard's mouth. Malus's cold lizard "Malice" had two black crossbow bolts on its right shoulder. Small wounds oozed a thin stream of pus. The beast's scaly skin had obviously blocked a lot of the impact.
Malus saw the attackers, crouched among the boulders on the right side of the road, firing jagged crossbows at Malus's troops. They were wearing dark brown and gray robes that blended perfectly with the rocks.
Malus moved smoothly, taking out the repeating crossbow from behind the saddle and pulling the sword from its sheath.
Malus pointed the tip of his sword at the attacker's position and shouted, "Lunara! There's a crossbowman on the right!"
Lunara turned and saw the attacker. Darkius could clearly see her distorted face through the telescope, which then turned into ecstasy. She raised the Soul Eater and called on her Cold Ones riders to charge.
The air was filled with the screams of the riders and the roars of the Cold Ones, a chilling sound as they drove the Cold Ones to dodge the boulders in the road, jump over smaller stones, and run clumsily across the rugged square, their Soul Eaters' spears still pointed skyward.
The mercenaries began to force the slaves to lie on the ground, and the spear-wielding mercenaries, under the command of the captain, set up their shields and faced the direction where the crossbow arrows were flying.
Malus stopped where he was and observed for a while, then began to control the Spite, which let out a roar and began to charge.
More than two dozen robed crossbowmen lurked among the rocks, holding their line and unleashing volleys of fire at the charging cold lizards. Bolts pierced the cold lizards' heads and shoulders, but the cold lizards were already frantic with bloodlust, and nothing could stop their charge.
The skilled rider waited until the last moment to raise the Soul Eater and thrust it into the enemy's body. Daquus could clearly hear the sound of flesh tearing and bones crushing on the city wall.
The leading Lunala rushed towards the crossbowmen who were loading their quivers. The crossbowmen had little time left and could not fire another volley. Only then did they realize their mistake.
The crossbow captain screamed hysterically and drew his sword, but Lunala's Soul Eater had already pierced his chest. The half-meter-long spearhead pierced through cloth and mail like paper, crushing the captain's sternum and ribs with a crunching sound. Then the spear tip pierced through the crossbow captain's back and pierced the head of the ambusher behind him.
Druzy's head exploded like a tomato, spraying blood, bone, and brain matter all over his accomplices.
"Wow!" Daxus exclaimed as he looked at the 16+ picture.
Lunara discarded the Soul Eater, drew out two serrated swords and began slashing left and right, while the Cold Lizard bit another screaming crossbowman in two.
As Malus charged, he saw another group of crossbowmen hiding behind a massive rock, their backs against the city wall. He glanced up at the nobles on the ramparts. He gripped his sword tightly, commanding his malice and charging forward. At the last moment, he lowered himself in the saddle, tightened his grip on the reins, and shouted something inaudible.
Malice leaped up with his explosive hind legs, landed on a boulder, and then leaped to another boulder. Malus caught a glimpse of a group of frightened pale faces staring at him, and he chose a target, stood in the stirrup, and raised his longsword.
Malus swung his sword across the face of one of the Drukhi, splitting him from head to groin. Sticky blood sprayed across his face, and the air was filled with the stench of spilled entrails. Malus's hind legs stomped heavily on the fallen corpse. A severed tomato rolled across the cold ground like a ball, leaving a trail of bright red blood in its path.
At that moment, a javelin struck Malus square in the chest, ricocheting off his breastplate and sending sparks flying. The two surviving druchi ran toward the city wall, and Malice pursued them without Malus's guidance. In three leaps, Malice caught up with them, clamping its jaws around one of the druchi, shaking its head like a giant hound. Flesh and blood flew from the druchi, scattering them, its limbs tumbling through the air and flying in all directions. Malice slammed the druchi's lower torso against the wall, sending it skidding to the ground.
The second Druzy swerved to the right, eyes wide open, howling hysterically. Malus, without a second thought, leaped from his saddle and chased after him, his own howls emanating from his bloodstained mouth. After chasing for nearly twenty meters, the Druzy suddenly turned. Malus, without a second thought, swung his sword across, knocking the jagged dagger hurled at him away.
Malus pounced forward as fast as a poisonous snake, but the Druch blocked Malus's sword with his own sword and quickly stabbed Malus. Malus was about to attack the Druch's thigh, but he only heard a harsh friction and collision sound from the armor.
Malus retaliated quickly with a blow that almost cut the Druzy's throat. Suddenly, the Druzy swung upward and attacked his throat as well.
Malus twisted sideways at the last moment, feeling the cold blade sliding across the surface of his neck, and then he stabbed the Druzy's thigh with his sword.
Druzy wailed hysterically, looked down and saw that the sword had pierced his thigh, and bright red arterial blood was gushing out of the wound with the beating of his heart.
Malus drew his sword, and Druch collapsed to the ground. He roared and prepared to deliver the killing blow. Suddenly, Malice slammed into him, the impact sending him tumbling through the air. He collided with a boulder and passed out.
"Wonderful!" Cowell exclaimed, clapping his hands.
When Malus regained sight and breath, he saw the venom gnawing at the wounded Duruchi to pieces. Its pupils swirled wildly in its sockets, and it shook its heavy head, exhausted by the agony. Suddenly, it turned back and let out a piercing snarl, revealing rows of dagger-like, scarlet teeth, still stained with blood and flesh. It spun in a circle, biting the air fiercely, then its nostrils flared as it began to run backward, roaring furiously.
The Cold Lizard has gone crazy!
Lost in a bloodthirsty frenzy, the beast searched for the source of the scent in the air. The remaining twelve cold lizards dropped their riders and aimed their heads at any living creature they could find. The riders themselves were unharmed, as they had been anointed with potions, and the cold lizards considered them their own kind. But the others were not so lucky; they were about to become prey.
The mercenaries tried to hold their own against the rampaging Cold Ones, but their formation shattered like glass under the furious onslaught. Dozens of mercenaries were crushed or torn apart, their black steel armor useless against the Cold Ones' powerful teeth and claws. Spearheads pierced their flesh, but the Cold Ones showed no sign of pain or injury.
The Cold Ones charged into the slave herd, and the bloody orgy truly began.
Malus let out a desperate cry, and the square instantly turned into a boiling slaughterhouse.
Dacus should have felt uncomfortable or turned away at this point, but he continued to look down at the square. He knew that if he wanted to survive in this world, he had to face these things. He suddenly laughed, and his laughter infected the other dignitaries, who all started laughing.
Malus heard laughter from the wall. He looked back, his face filled with hatred. He quickly turned and ran towards the Malice. As he ran, he asked the riders to follow him. He saw the crossbow bolt on the Malice's shoulder. The bolt was filled with poison! This poison would drive the Cold Ones crazy.
The purpose of this ambush was never to capture slaves, but to kill them.
Malus dodged a swipe from a cold lizard's tail and rushed to the side where the malice had its crossbow bolt lodged. It was gnawing at the torso of a dead slave. Malus leaped swiftly, pulling out both bolts. It shuddered, turned its head toward Malus, and paused for a moment before swerving to the left of the road and circling, sniffing the air. After a moment, it crouched down from exhaustion. Malus raised the arrow in a blood-stained hand and shouted angrily.
The other riders beside him also began to approach their cold lizards and took the opportunity to pull the crossbow bolts out of the scaly hide.
The square was stained red with blood and flesh. Pale bones and glistening shackles gleamed in the snow. Fragments of the black steel armor of fallen mercenaries lay scattered on the ground, their bodies twisted and shattered into unnatural shapes. The air was filled with the cries of the wounded.
Malus Baneblade's Haxie's Voyage trial failed at the last step.
The sound of armor and weapons rubbing against each other came from outside the city gate. A team of city guards marched into the square in formation. The soldiers formed a battle formation, with spears and crossbows pointed at Malus. The noble dock area manager who had greeted Dacus when he disembarked followed closely behind on horseback.
The steward took a look at the horrific scene in the square, then walked to a distance from Malus and said a few words.
Malus looked up at the dignitaries on the city wall with hatred. The two brothers Dacus waved at him, and then he said something calmly. After that, he took out a repeating crossbow from the saddle and shot at the face of the noble dock area manager.
Malus called on the riders, broke through the city guards' defenses and escaped.
Maranul snorted in dissatisfaction, "A bunch of useless people, useless pieces of mud."
"Good afternoon, Clarkalond! The lottery just now resulted in a total of two hundred dead! But one of the noble stewards is also dead. I think you all have to pay!"
Dacius walked up to his cousin and asked, "The auction of my batch of Asur slaves will be held the following night?"
Maranul continued to gaze at the square, nodding his head repeatedly and grinning sinisterly. "I don't want his name to be listed alongside the Hell's Disaster Family and become the subject of discussion among the powerful. So, I agreed to Furlan Bale's request."
Hearing this, Dacus sneered sinisterly.
A known BUG has occurred, and Malus appeared early. He appeared after 2300 because he did not participate in the Battle of Finuvar.
The weekend was a bit busy, so I'm not in the right mood to write. Please forgive me.
