Throne of the North.

Chapter 316: World Attention, Divine Wind and Violent Elephant
Strictly speaking, it was the king who first made a contract with the nobles in the south and sold the kingdom's land in the Griffin Mountains, but that place belonged to McReynolds.

But no one could say anything bad about the king.

Now, what Grand Duke McReynolds said was undoubtedly a fatal blow to the old king's life bar. In the palace, the priests of the Vatican had to release divine magic to maintain the life stability of the old king.

"You must not continue to be agitated. My Lord is calling you to service in Heaven."

The old king was equally angry about this.

"That damned griffin, he actually dared to question all my decisions. This is a betrayal to me!"

"And you asked me not to be angry with him?"

The old king questioned in a cold voice. The priests trembled. The old king, who had regained his vitality time and time again, was no longer afraid of any force in the face of death. Not even the Lord of Dawn could calm him down.

In the past few days, he has killed many people, including slaves related to His Highness Hernan and the caravan organized by Bus McReynolds.

He became increasingly irritable and irrational.

But only the old king himself knew that it was because he was afraid of his impending death.

"The gods can be eternal, but I can only grow old..."

There was endless reluctance in the old man's eyes, but he was powerless.

Perhaps, he could only let McReynolds die before he died.

The priests left the palace, and the palace was silent. Even birds did not dare to approach it in the near future. None of the servants in the palace dared to raise their heads when walking, for fear of being fixed by the king's displeased gaze and then thrown into the corpse pit in the distance.

"What on earth is Daryl doing! Why haven't you brought the traitor's head to me yet!"

The old king's roar came from deep in the palace, and the king's order arrived at the front line for the nth time in an emergency, and it fell into the hands of Daryl Andara, the holy knight of the Andara royal family.

Looking at the order in his hand with some headache, Daryl didn't know what to do and could only question the nobles outside.

"Where's the food? Why hasn't it been collected yet?"

Without food, how could the army of nearly 100,000 be supplied? How could the army kill McReynolds?

Outside the door, the nobles were also in a state of great headache and could only speak truthfully:
"The teams we sent to various territories to collect food reported back that the Vatican had taken most of their food and used it to sustain the holy war."

"The Holy See, it's them again."

Daryl was helpless. The kingdom was rich, but only in the fertile farms in the southwest. The rest of the kingdom combined could hardly support two huge wars in a short period of time, and now there was a holy war between the Holy See and the heretics.

The food in the hands of the nobles cannot appear out of thin air. The previous war has consumed most of the food. Now the food is given to the Holy See, and they are asked to continue to give. Not to mention that the slaves under them are probably starting to starve to death, the nobles will definitely not allow their quality of life to decline to support this war.

"Tell them in the name of the king that the food must be sent over!"

Daryl had no choice but to do this, which frightened the nobles a little. In the end, considering that he was responsible for the matter but the situation could not be resolved, he just did it in silence.

The king's orders urged Daryl again and again, and when he didn't see any food, he finally let the army move forward. He felt that there was food that could be plundered in the territories ahead.

Anyway, those peasants can always survive, right?

The Kingdom and the Grand Duke went to war. Outside the Southern Kingdom, the Unicorn Fortress also faced a war.

"Mr. Otto, you are really lucky."

Farrell looked at Otto, the heir to the Grand Duke. Outside the Unicorn Fortress, a coalition of nobles numbering up to 60,000 had arrived at the city that originally belonged to Carlos.

The Violent Elephant Legion arrived at the Unicorn Fortress, and before Otto could lead his troops to leave, they happened to run into the outbreak of this war.

Looking at the extraordinary army wearing green cloaks and feathers on their heads behind the dark army, Farrell couldn't help but feel curious.

"That's the Kamikaze Corps of the Carlos family. The true Carlos lineage in this land?"

That’s right, in the south of the Andara Kingdom, the owners of two duchies, two earls, a total of four territories, are actually Carlos.

Carlos used to be the royal family of the kingdom on the Norris continent, but after the Pan-Dimensional War of Gods, Carlos was divided, and the royal family could not maintain the rule of the kingdom. At the same time, civil strife broke out, and some nobles, because of their marriages with Carlos, began to independently try to become the orthodox of Carlos.

Over time, no one could succeed, and the nobles died or wandered around, and gradually the four noble territories we have today were formed.

Among them, the Carlos royal family, which controls the Unicorn Fortress and has trade relations with the elves, is naturally the most powerful.

Before, when there were no major clashes with the Andara Kingdom, it was always one against three. Therefore, the Kamikaze Corps was stationed in the south of the territory instead of the so-called indestructible Unicorn Fortress.

After the fall of the Unicorn Fortress, fierce fighting broke out in several noble territories. Finally, upon hearing of the arrival of the Imperial Army, they finally reached a consensus and formed an alliance to fight against the pressure from the north.

An army of 60,000 is already the limit for the four noble territories, and now they are still fighting over the command rights.

The Carlos family agreed at the last minute to give up command, but no one except Carlos could control the Kamikaze Corps.

In the end, the three great nobles pushed forward the heir to the Harper family, Samuel Harper.

The ancestors of this family included more than thirty Carlist royal men and more than one hundred Carlist women, so they were able to gain a lot of legitimacy during the chaos at the time.

At this moment, just like Farrell in the fortress observing the Kamikaze Corps, he was also at the rear of the army, looking at the towering city walls in front of him that were as tall as mountains.

"Damn Carlos, how could he let such a fortress fall into the hands of the Grand Duke of Griffin!"

"The Kamikaze Corps are a bunch of rubbish."

His voice would of course reach the ears of Carlos family members. For a moment, a group of people glared at him, and there was a possibility that a civil war would continue if they disagreed.

But in the end, the Carlos member who was in the wrong said:
"Samuel, you should think about how to deal with the army of the Grand Duke of Griffin, and the Violent Elephant Legion that is said to have arrived at the Unicorn Fortress."

Samuel was a little nervous about this issue. He had never commanded any army and belonged to the family's think tank. He could not understand what those staff officers said, but he roughly understood one thing.

That is, they are on the offensive and the opponent is on the defensive, and the initiative is in their hands.

If we don't take the Extraordinary Legion into consideration, with 60,000 against 50,000, they have the advantage.

"Tomorrow morning, under the witness of the morning light, I will launch the attack."

Compared with the interior of the empire, other noble territories in the south were deeply influenced by the Holy See. There were even many missionaries and priests in the army this time. They walked in the barracks with monks and nuns, wearing snow-white cloaks, attracting countless eyes.

The same problem also occurred to Otto and Farrell.

"How will you attack?"

Otto asked. He and Farrell had a good impression of each other. Facing this question, Farrell did not respond. He turned around and walked down the city wall, then rode on the back of a violent elephant and ordered the city gate to be opened.

"Charge!" Otto was jealous, because Farrell's weapon was also a hammer, but it was a chain hammer, which allowed him to have a large attack range while riding on the back of a violent elephant.

The city gate opened and the violent elephants rushed out. If this fortress had not been built by giants, the city gate would probably have been squeezed open.

On the city wall, Otto felt the earth shaking. The griffins beside him became uneasy and finally flew into the sky and never landed.

Thousands of violent elephants could destroy a wealthy province of the empire if there were no extraordinary potions or other crops. At this moment, on the battlefield outside the empire, a frenzy that had never been seen within the empire broke out.

The thick skin like a city wall can withstand spears and knights' swords. When running on the ground, every step can bring up large pieces of mud and throw them into the air. However, no one pays attention to this, because in the eyes of Samuel and others, the charge of the violent elephants is like mountains rushing towards them.

An army of 60,000? The army of 60,000 collapsed immediately. How could they not collapse when the four or five meter tall violent elephants, covered with weapons, rushed straight towards the shields wearing linen clothes, smelling fresh and smelling of trees, holding spears that were not even as tall as them.

Of the 60,000-strong army, the 50,000 at the front were all temporary slaves. When the violent elephants rushed out of the city gate while they were still digging pits and burying stoves, they were so scared that they ran away in panic.

"Are all the armies outside the empire so incompetent?"

There was contempt in Farrell's eyes. The Violent Elephants charged forward without any hesitation. The slaves could not escape their trampling. The screams and wails of the soldiers and the image of blood splattering spread in the eyes of the soldiers like a plague.

In just a dozen seconds, 60,000 people had lost 40,000 to 50,000 weapons. Most of them didn't even have shields. They just stood there holding spears, with their pale and skinny bodies like skeleton soldiers.

In fact, it was not much different. When the violent elephants trampled down, the bodies of these slave soldiers were torn into pieces in the first place, with only flesh and blood still connecting them.

"With such an enemy, what if there are another 100,000?"

Farrell's eyes became brighter and brighter. He enjoyed the smell of blood that gradually filled the air, and was intoxicated by watching the soldiers who died in front of the violent elephants. The scene of blood-torn soldiers made him climax and indulge, and the power in his hands grew stronger and stronger.

The violent elephant under him seemed to sense his emotions. It let out a low roar and swung its long trunk covered with metal barbs to tear apart the bodies of a dozen soldiers around it who were impossible to be faster than it.

Gradually, the thousands of wild elephants behind them began to roar, and the sound echoed over the battlefield, breaking down the psychological defenses of all the soldiers.

Baron Enzo, who was riding on a violent elephant, was excited. He could feel that the power of the violent elephant was affecting him. At the same time, he couldn't help but wonder, did the violent elephant army really need knights to control it?

He doesn't need to do anything. He just needs to adapt to the shaking strong muscles of the running elephant. The elephant will take the initiative to help him complete all the rest of the battle.

The knight's sword in his hand was like a toy, and he couldn't kill the enemy before the elephants could attack.

Until a sharp sound passed by his ear, Baron Enzo came back to his senses from the power of the violent elephant in a cold sweat, and looked in horror at the front, where the Kamikaze Army was hundreds of meters away.

He turned around and saw a violent elephant rider fall off the back of a violent elephant and was instantly trampled into a pulp by the elephant's hooves behind. Then he saw a green feather arrow penetrate into the eye of a violent elephant, going all the way in, leaving only the feathers exposed outside.

The violent elephant was frightened and furious, howling in pain, and attacked madly without direction or purpose. The other violent elephants around it were not vegetarians either. After being scratched bloody by their long trunks and the metal weapons on them, they actually attacked the violent elephant at the same time.

The violent elephants have never had a sense of tribe. Their brutality is directed at everything, including other violent elephants like themselves.

Previously, they were able to remain calm and inflict limited destruction under the suppression of the knights and Farrell, but now, stimulated by the blood, the elephants have long lost all their sanity. Even the knights on their backs can only control their direction but cannot change their instinctive desire to tear flesh and bones with pleasure and listen to screams and wails.

As for Farrell who could suppress them? At this moment, the legion commander was already like a violent elephant, with bloodshot eyes staring at the Kamikaze Legion in front of him. There was no extra thought in his mind now, only one thing, that was to rush over and turn that extraordinary legion into a pool of mud under his feet in the most brutal way.

"Tear them apart!"

Farrell roared in a low voice, and his voice spread throughout the battlefield. The violent elephant became more and more crazy. It no longer cared about the weak soldiers around it, but only the Kamikaze Corps in the distance.

Five hundred meters away, the Kamikaze Corps, which was able to shoot flying birds a thousand meters away, calmly fired a volley of arrows, which pierced the body of the violent elephant. The violent elephant, which already had many metal fragments as weapons on its body, felt nothing.

Four hundred meters away, the powerful arrow finally had a chance to penetrate the flesh and blood of the violent elephant, but the pain from its bones made the violent elephant roar even more crazily.

Three hundred meters away, the Kamikaze Corps could almost smell the fishy odor in the air. Some people's faces were stiff, and the bows and arrows in their hands were no longer steady.

Two hundred meters... The Kamikaze Corps could still hold back and not retreat, and continued to shoot arrows, causing the violent elephants to fall into a state of having their brains pierced and then rioting. However, the commander of the Kamikaze Corps, Ian Carlos of the Carlos family, the Sanctuary Knight, could not bear it any longer.

"retreat!"

In the middle of the Kamikaze Corps, a priest was chanting, and then snow-white holy light fell, bathing the legs of every Kamikaze Corps soldier with divine power, making them retreat towards the distant hillside like the wind under their feet.

"I've never seen a divine art or magic before?"

Farrell didn't think about it. He watched the Kamikaze Corps retreating towards the hillside, a ferocious smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"What an idiot."

The violent elephants did not stop. The 60,000-strong army had already been pierced by them. Behind them flowed rivers of blood, and there were no deep pits or big holes in front of them to trap the violent elephants. The biggest mistake the Carlos family coalition made was that their arrival time overlapped with the time when the violent elephant army arrived at the Unicorn Fortress.

The political struggle led to the failure of this war. At this moment, seeing the Kamikaze Corps retreating to the hillside, the elephants became even more excited. When the elephant under Farrell stepped on the gentle slope and brought up a lot of dirt and gravel, Ian Carlos's face changed.

The elephants rushed up the hillside from the flat ground. It was not as if they were walking on flat ground, but the soil and rocks on the mountain peak shattered under their feet, as if they had stepped out a staircase step by step, making the mountain peak... smaller little by little.

"Tear them apart for me!"

Farrell finally roared, swung the chain hammer in his hand, and swung out a storm vortex with a diameter of tens of meters, carrying deep blue fighting spirit, sweeping countless pieces of gravel and rushing forward.

He is powerful, and the violent elephant under him is also powerful.

The violent elephant raised its head and let out a roar that sounded like a landslide in the storm of earth and rocks.

Thousands of elephants roared at the same time, and the ground beneath their feet shook. As the elephant under Farrell raised its front legs high, and the moment it fell, the ground in front of it... really cracked.

The hillside shook, and a huge, hideous crack appeared in the middle of the hillside, followed by dense, spider-web-like cracks that spread toward both sides.

"Crush them!"

The hillside was not high to begin with, and it was now broken into pieces, with rocks and soil continuously falling. However, the violent elephant once again increased its speed and rushed towards the collapsed hillside.

This time, the violent elephant no longer stepped on the soil and rocks, but used its tusks to fiercely hit this thing - perhaps it could be called a mountain.

The tusk tore through the main body of the hillside and ran to both sides in pain, but the violent elephant behind it had already rushed up and crashed into the hard place at its full strength.

It repeatedly crashed forward and was thrown to the sides. After thousands of violent elephants had charged in once, the main body, which was already covered with cracks on top, finally collapsed and tilted to one side.

Ian Carlos appeared in the sky, looking in shock at the scene of the collapsed hillside and the Kamikaze soldiers who were staggering to and fro because they could not fly and the hillside was broken.

"how so."

He murmured with trembling body, and the next moment he flew madly downwards. If the Kamikaze Corps was wiped out here, the Carlos family would be finished.

However, before he fell, he heard a sharp roar in his ears, and a hammer covered with spikes came towards him amid the roar of the violent elephant.

Dust filled the air, and one after another wild elephants stood up from the mud, shaking off the dirt and rocks on their bodies, and made cruel elephant calls at the Kamikaze Legion soldiers who had fallen under them.

(End of this chapter)