Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 501 Old acquaintance

The simplest ways to assassinate someone are perhaps poison and backstab.

But this was not a simple assassination; in a sense, it was more like part of a political struggle.

The new nobility did not want to defect from the kingdom; their roots were here. They only wanted more power and territory, and they wanted the royal family to respect their will.

"We are the foundation of the kingdom, we are the true strength of this country."

If the new nobles want to make a political statement, to "openly and legitimately" prove their existence to the kingdom's higher-ups, and to declare their power and strength to the royal family, then it would be best if there were more "actors" this time.

Once the "sacrifice" is executed by the villagers with a knife, even the most severe judge will find it difficult to find "evidence" or to maintain a proper "stance".

A pledge of allegiance? It's not that simple. It's more like a warning, a show of force, a performance to unite one's own side through "victory."

Regardless of the reason, once the two sides appeared here, from that moment on, they became mortal enemies.
"It's truly...completely incomprehensible."

Rean felt completely unable to understand why he was the one who was to be killed.

Can't they have a bigger picture and think a little further ahead?

The car was about to climb a hill, and when it ran out of fuel and everyone was going to fall to their deaths, you removed one of the wheels.
"Forget it, humans can't understand it anyway. If you really try to understand it, you'll only want to kill it even more."

Rean simply cast a spell calmly, adding an acceleration spell to himself.

In the current situation, reaction and speed are of utmost importance.

As for the strong forwards, there will naturally be someone to deal with them.
"That's it?"

Among the powerful members of the expeditionary force, the number of highly skilled professionals has reached double digits, which seems quite remarkable.

But so far, he is still just an opponent that Rean anticipated, an obvious piece that has already been placed on the chessboard.

At this moment, everything is still being calculated. If it were only at this level, Rean wouldn't even need to activate his backup plan.

"Boom!"

The strikers have already clashed.

The exchange of fireballs, exploding and exploding against each other, once again demonstrated the "Fireball Technique's" status as the king of the battlefield.

The initial barrage of spells didn't have much effect; the real clashes and bloodshed were still fought by the warriors on the front lines.

The clash between the two sides formed a battle line, and their advances and retreats revealed the relative strengths of each side.

This is a team hunting down an individual, but it is also a test between teams.

Come on, if you want to cut off my hand, then show me how many chips and cards you have!

It can be viewed as a proxy war, or as a "chess game among the big shots." Rean doesn't mind getting deeper into the game; when one's own side lacks bargaining chips, everyone must make the most of what they have.

What he found strange was...
"Is that all?" With this level of hunter skill, are you underestimating me?

Rean's eagle eyes pierced through the shadowy door beneath the cloak; it must have been a high-level professional at the fifth or sixth rank.

If it's one of those, then they're already considered quite famous and powerful, but for me...
"Boom!"

Dimon, wielding two axes, knocked one of them away.

"Justice!" With a roar, the sound waves brought a storm that directly blew up the cloaks of the black-robed men.

Watching Dimon clash head-on with a great warrior, Rean was quite impressed. Judging by sheer power, Dimon, whose double axes were no match for Dimon, seemed to have the upper hand.

Meanwhile, Larry and Talia teamed up to hold off another powerful professional.

As a Spider-Man with thin skin and prone to fractures, she has embarked on a path completely contrary to her racial nature. Her thick crystal armor is not so easy to remove.

Even if she was temporarily repelled, and even heard the sound of bones breaking (which is common for Spider-Men), the next moment, the rings on her fingers and the bracelets on her wrists would radiate a healing glow.

For a noble paladin, especially a wealthy paladin's son, acquiring healing artifacts is incredibly easy. Many healing items restricted to paladins and priests can be obtained simply by spending some "(money) contribution points." The heavily armored spider-woman paladin, having woven a web of six magical swords, firmly restrained the great thief whose speed surpassed her own. Meanwhile, Talia, in her shadow, was searching for a fatal opportunity.

Rean vaguely saw the future: if the opponent didn't find a way to break the deadlock within seven or eight rounds, the moment he revealed a weakness, became exhausted, and switched weapons, it would be almost certain death.

Despite being an insider, Rean always viewed the battlefield with a godlike, omniscient perspective.

On the other side, the warriors and knights who had abandoned their mounts also clashed with the Weaver Knights. The enemy had an overwhelming advantage in terms of troop quality, but their side was in better condition and had cover. In addition, the paladins were wearing heavy armor (with priests healing them from behind and mages providing support). It was hard to say who would win if the two sides continued to fight.

"boom!"

Near the entrance to this swamp, the battlefield unfolded in full force, with fierce battles continuing everywhere. The poor terrain limited assassinations, and archers and spellcasters gradually gained the upper hand on the battlefield.

If this drags on, all these hunters will probably die.

Did the royal spies do an excellent job, misleading the intelligence and causing them to make the wrong decision? Or did they really only have this much power?
"Something's not right. Weren't they saying the slave market was going to cause me trouble? Why aren't those mercenaries led by the second son of the nobleman here?"

The slave market, with its black gloves, was clearly designed to be used as cannon fodder at this time. Even if others didn't come, they had no reason not to.

"Where's Sello from the slave market? They made such a good deal, and now he's just disappeared?!"

Meanwhile, Viscount Seafield, who had somehow become the leader behind the assassins, was also unable to comprehend the current situation.

Why are the opponents so much stronger than the intelligence reports? Why weren't they seriously injured as the intelligence reports suggested? Why didn't any of the mercenaries and leaders from the agreed-upon slave market show up?

"Could it be...could it be that those bastards are using me as cannon fodder to try and seize my family property and my winery?"

He still hasn't realized who's sabotaging him.

Is this the end of my ambition?
"Boom!"

"coming."

"Sure enough, it's here."

As the earth trembled, the true enemy, who had been lurking all along, arrived on the battlefield.

With just one glance, Rean spotted that familiar figure.
Don't look at it!

Rean's roar came a little too late. Several ungulates that had been staring at it lost their focus and instinctively walked slowly toward it, gradually losing their human form along the way.

Its smooth, snow-white body slowly stepped onto the battlefield, and wherever "White Deer" went, the grass and trees revived and the fragrance of flowers filled the air.

The Deer Prince, or rather the Princess, is a trump card that the local Beast Order has always kept in reserve.

And now, perhaps, is the moment it will step onto the battlefield.

Compared to the giant species that was artificially matured before, this one is much smaller, but it is still a large creature larger than a giant.
"The smell of blood is so strong."

Rean knew the secrets of beasts, and the simplest way to accelerate their growth was to accumulate "beast blood essence".

This seemingly beautiful white deer prince must have consumed countless lives to mature to this extent in such a short time.

Near Julu, the familiar figures of the Horned Disciples no longer concealed their forms, perhaps because they were unable to control their instincts while near their master.

Twisted demons surround the beautiful sacred beast. But in reality, those demons are merely slaves of an even more evil "beast".

The arrival of the Order of the Beasts means that the battlefield is destined to descend into a deadly struggle, but misfortune and enemies often do not come alone.

"Hoohoho!"

A sudden roar came from the north, accompanied by countless birds fleeing from the forest. A colossal Tyrannosaurus Rex appeared at the edge of the battlefield.

Ahead of it, thieves were fleeing frantically. The method of luring monsters to trap people may be old-fashioned, but it is as effective as ever.

(End of this chapter)