Originally, Old Liu had a clever plan; as long as he could find a "space-time rift," he could effortlessly bring all the Wolf Cavalry back to Aegean. As for the next stop after passing through the "space-time rift," it didn’t really matter, because now all of Aegean Kingdoms were strategic allies, and the appearance of Wolf Cavalry wouldn’t cause diplomatic disputes.
However, it seems there is no "space-time rift" on this Saint Helmet Plain, making Old Liu’s beautiful dream completely shattered.
Time is very limited for him now. If he doesn’t find a solution for the Wolf Cavalry’s predicament quickly, once the Falling Elves truly target the Red Earth Highland, the Summer Palace Guard’s military strength will not be enough to support a two-front battle. By then, Liu Zhenhan could only watch as Wolf gets devoured by the Demon Clan.
"Does everyone have the confidence to fight a bloody path with me to return to a place with a ’space-time rift’?" Liu Zhenhan looked at the five Wolf generals, whose faces were full of wrinkles and frostbite: "This is the only way now, to retreat to Aegean and preserve ourselves."
"Your Majesty, our mission is not to retreat, but to disrupt the enemy’s rear! Now, having lost so many comrades, we have even less reason to retreat to Aegean!" Unexpectedly, the five Wolf generals refused in unison: "Your Majesty, we are deeply grateful for your arrival, but you are not the chief commander of the military; please forgive us for being unable to accept your suggestion. Even if there were a space-time rift, we would fight to the last man and not retreat because our mission is not yet complete!"
Liu Zhenhan sighed; he wanted to hear such firm words because soldiers should have the blood and courage of soldiers; but he was also afraid to hear such words because it meant these brave Wolfs would become cannon fodder.
The appearance of the Shaman of Divine Songs seemed to inject a stimulant into all the Wolfs. The flickering green ghostly lamps in the night were the eyes of Wolfs, pairs of young and excited eyes worshiping the kingdom’s most vibrant idol hero. For original chapters go to NoveIＦire.net
But heroes are not omnipotent, and what Liu Zhenhan could do was only to look up at the sky and continue waiting.
A heavy rumble of wind and thunder rolled over, and after a slight tremor of the earth, golden lightning pierced through the dark clouds.
Liu Zhenhan raised his hand to shield against the flying sand and rocks stirred up by the Dragon Knight’s descent.
This time in the Demon World, Liu Zhenhan didn’t bring many people; the Wolf Cavalry had no air force. The first thing he did upon arriving here was to organize an aerial reconnaissance, a large-scale reconnaissance.
"Dragon Knight, why is there blood on your weapon? Did you encounter enemy interception?" The highest-ranking Wolf general, Schumacher, noticed the sticky purple blood dripping from the Dragon Knight’s dragon spear and asked with concern.
"We encountered a patrol unit of the Demon Clan, they were fear knights." Lampard nodded politely on the dragon saddle, thanking the general for his concern.
"Did you engage in combat?"
"Of course, because there were only two of us and they had fifty." Lampard smiled: "This newly issued Eastern Trident works wonderfully; once it pierces the enemy’s chest, it generates a carbon current, making me feel like I’ve switched careers to a Magic Warrior."
"Don’t count me because I didn’t make a move." The Ninth Prince raised his hand, indicating he’s a pacifist: "Hey! Lampard, this isn’t called a trident; it’s the three-pronged double-headed blade of the Eastern Cardiel warriors, crafted from Yunqin’s ancient special formula glass copper. Not only does it cut iron like tofu, but when it rubs against flesh, it generates electricity like cat fur against glass."
"I have a premonition that the era of energy weapons and magic weapons contending against each other has arrived. I didn’t expect the Yunqin Empire thousands of years ago to have such brilliant military casting techniques." Liu Zhenhan was increasingly satisfied with how wise it was to loot the Seven Treasures Pagoda’s underground palace: "Lampard, even in the face of Saint Chiao’s Forbidden Magic Domain, your weapon can still release electric energy, not being limited by elemental locks! But there is no Saint Level here in the Demon World, so you may not encounter opponents for now. Can you tell me what you discovered?"
"There are Demon Clan armies everywhere; the shelters they dug are as dense as the surface of Xiang Pa." Lampard agilely leapt from the saddle of the Golden Giant Dragon, pointing to the ominous night sky in the right hand direction: "I’m not sure what direction that is, but after flying less than four hundred miles, I discovered a vast black area, nearly boundless, with towering mountain ranges! The moonlight here is supposed to be bright enough, and my eyesight is good, but I still can’t see what’s down there! Even Hasselbaink can’t see clearly!"
"I do see clearly; that place should be a large area of black mist." Xiao Kong flipped down from the dragon saddle with a somersault and stood steadily in front of the old man: "That should be the Sea of Mist in the Demon World that you mentioned, and those towering mountains should be islands."
"North above, south below, west left, east right, let’s tentatively call that direction east." Liu Zhenhan inquired further: "Are there many Demon Clan troops in that direction?"
"There are troops there, but compared to other directions, far fewer, at most ten thousand. However, their aerial patrol units are quite a lot." A tinge of concern flashed across Lampard’s handsome face: "Boss, the situation should be very clear now; the Demon Clan is surrounding with three sides open, trying to force Wolf into the Poisonous Foggy Ocean, to eliminate the Wolf Cavalry without expending any effort."