Meanwhile, Grie and Karul's forces had also clashed.
Kuwaita, the commanding general defending the city, rode out to array his troops. A loud laugh from him shocked the Saint Roman army.
Even the main general, Grie, couldn't help but take Kuwaita seriously. Seeing the enemy commander so tall and robust, Grie sat up straighter: "Good heavens! This guy is so tall and mighty!"
If his avatar was this large, his true form must be even bigger!
Thinking this, he couldn't help but chuckle foolishly. It would be so cool to capture him as a pet and take him out!
While Grie was fantasizing before the formation, Kuwaita had already begun his challenge:
"I am Kuwaita of Xideya! Who dares to face me?"
As he spoke, he slung his Stone-Splitting Blade onto his shoulder and strode forward with a powerful gait. This iron-tower-like fierce general brought an aura of pressure to Otellis that was even more magnificent than the solid city behind him. Otellis, having experienced countless battles large and small, had never felt fear before a fight, but his hands trembled slightly this time.
Kuwaita, carrying the Stone-Splitting Blade, walked leisurely onto the battlefield. He glanced at Otellis, who was mounted on his horse, locked his gaze onto Otellis, and slowly walked towards him.
Kuwaita’s gaze was fixed on Otellis. With every step he took, the ground stirred up waves of dust, and it also pounded on Otellis’s heart.
Otellis felt his throat dry and swallowed a mouthful of saliva. A voice echoed in his ears: "This guy is very powerful! You are no match for him! It's best to retreat quickly!"
Otellis knew it was the undead speaking. He tightened his grip on his long spear: "In battle, how can one retreat without fighting?"
"Good lad! You have spirit! For these words, I shall help you fight him!"
Although Otellis didn't reply, he had already tacitly agreed. After all, a wise man doesn't fight when the odds are against him. While he was brave in words, he knew his own capabilities. The opponent, before even engaging, was already putting so much pressure on him, indicating a gap far greater than a mere sliver.
Now that the undead was assisting, outsiders wouldn't be able to discern the trick, and his reputation wouldn't be tarnished. Why shouldn't he go for it?
The battle horns sounded across the entire battlefield. The Saint Roman army advanced in three columns, advancing in parallel formation, each supporting the other.
Karul’s forces were prepared for the Saint Roman offensive. His own contingent was not a cause for concern. As for Bijes, although his wounds had not yet healed after a few days of rest, he could barely engage in combat.
What worried Karul the most was Tu Lai on the eastern route. After all, Tu Lai was temporarily replacing Jisde, and his combat experience and strength were far inferior to Jisde’s. What troubled Karul most was that he had not yet integrated with Jisde's former subordinates.
To be safe, Karul had set aside a portion of his troops as reserves, despite the insufficient manpower. This was forcibly taken from the three units, hoping they could be deployed at a critical moment.
The battle quickly escalated from ranged magical bombardment to close-quarters combat. Karul led the charge, wielding his Stone-Splitting Blade with wide, sweeping strikes, seemingly invincible against his subordinates.
He cleaved through the enemy troops around him, his body covered in blood, it was unclear if it was his own or the enemy's.
He looked up, scanning the battlefield, breathing heavily. Combat on the battlefield was not a duel between experts. The masses were densely packed. Without using magic, one was no different from an ordinary person. However, using magic consumed too much energy, which was extremely dangerous on the battlefield.
Karul’s gaze fell upon a white-robed general of the Saint Roman army. This general rode a white horse, held a long spear, and had already killed several of his officers, with almost no one daring to block him. He led a contingent of soldiers straight into the heart of the formation. If not stopped soon, the army would be routed and fall into despair.
Karul raised his saber, patted his horse, and charged directly at the white-robed general, followed closely by his personal guards.
This person was none other than Aaron, who had also noticed Karul earlier.
This fellow was clad in golden armor, wore a golden helmet, and a red cape, exuding an imposing presence, making him extremely conspicuous on the battlefield.
Their eyes met across the vast crowd on the battlefield, locking onto each other, sparks of fierce fighting spirit igniting, and rolling killing intent emanating from their bodies, causing the crowds blocking their path to tremble. Before their warhorses could get close, they scattered like a retreating tide.
The two warhorses rapidly closed the distance. The soldiers caught between them, unable to scatter in time, were cut down like vegetables, scattering blood and splashing it across the road in the blink of an eye.
The two figures met like lightning. Silver and gold light flashed and dispersed in the air with a muffled thud, igniting sparks and seemingly shattering the void. The sound waves sent the soldiers on both sides flying backward, scattering in a circle, bleeding from all seven orifices.
Aaron hadn't expected Karul’s arm strength to be so immense, even surpassing his own. His long spear was not a renowned weapon; it relied on him infusing it with his magic. At this moment, he felt as if his magic was being shaken apart.
Aaron’s spirit was invigorated. He immediately concentrated and engaged Karul in combat.
Silver and gold light collided in the air. The spear, saber, and sword energies churned, kicking up sand and stones. Everyone spread out from their center, not daring to approach.
In the blink of an eye, Aaron had thrust his spear over a hundred times, truly like a swift and startling swallow.
This began to overwhelm Karul. He was a bear spirit with exceptional strength. Even when facing Jisde, who was known for his swift blades, he felt he was not inferior, and could be considered a master of overwhelming force.
However, Jisde's speed, however fast, had a discernible pattern. After all, they belonged to the same Orc race. Moreover, Jisde’s weapon had a congenital disadvantage, giving Karul a significant advantage.
But it was different when facing Aaron. Aaron’s single spear thrust was like ten spear thrusts, with substance within emptiness and emptiness within substance. The spear itself didn't seem particularly fast, but with each thrust, it felt like he was throwing out multiple spears.
In Karul’s eyes, it was as if ten Aarons were dueling him, but in reality, there was only one spearhead. The scene was indescribably bizarre.
Karul was a renowned figure in the Northwest, having rarely encountered a worthy opponent in his travels there.
However, before this jade-faced young man, Karul felt truly outmatched. He hadn't expected the Saint Roman Empire to have such a figure!
Karul knew he was no match for him. He swung his Stone-Splitting Blade down at Aaron’s head, but Aaron dodged it. Before Aaron could pull his spear back to counter, Karul wheeled his horse around and fled.
Aaron was unwilling to let Karul escape. He spurred his horse in pursuit, only to be intercepted by several of Karul’s personal guards.
Aaron’s long spear thrust and parried, sending these barbarian soldiers off their horses one by one, all of them dying from throat wounds. Such skill instantly shocked the barbarian soldiers, who no longer dared to obstruct him and dispersed in a flurry.
Below Kasa City, Otellis knew his opponent’s skills were not to be trifled with. If he allowed him to approach with such fervent killing intent, he would be unable to resist any longer. He immediately mounted his horse and charged forward with his spear.
Seeing Otellis charging with fierce killing intent, flicking his long spear towards him, Kuwaita remained unfazed. He leisurely held his blade, and as the opponent’s spear tip aimed for his face, he lightly raised his Stone-Splitting Blade, blocking it in front of his chest. A crisp ‘ding’ sound emanated from the blade’s surface.
Before Otellis could withdraw his spear, a vast and mighty force spread from the tip of the spear.
Otellis cried out inwardly, "Not good!" and quickly channeled his magic to resist. However, his hastily exerted force was no match for Kuwaita's sheer power. He was sent backward, both man and horse, by Kuwaita.
Grie, intently watching the battlefield from the front, his eyes flashed with sharp light as he witnessed this.