Wizard: I crush legends with martial arts.

Chapter 159 Battle Ends

With a roar from Alphonse, he waved his hand, and countless shadowy monsters appeared outside the town, weaving into the wave of monsters.

Blood continued to splatter.

The shadow creatures and the monster horde were tearing each other apart without any sense of reason, making it almost impossible to tell which side was the monster.

Simply tearing a shadow creature apart once won't make it disappear immediately.

They will still recombine, meaning their forms will become fainter.

Although its strength is not what it was in life, it is not afraid of death. Even after being torn apart and reassembled, it still displays extremely strong combat power.

Although the monster horde kept surging in, the more they died, the more shadow creatures Alphonse absorbed their necromantic energy and transformed them into.

The situation has begun to change.

No more monsters could breach the light array protecting the town, and the shadow creatures gradually began to counterattack, slowly pushing the front line back.

Mia landed at this moment, but instead of charging into battle, she stood guard beside Alphonse with her sword, watching the depths of the monster horde warily, in case a high-level monster appeared and tore through the shadow creatures' formation to attack.

On the city wall, Wayne exclaimed in amazement, "Brother Alphonse is amazing!"

He knew that Alphonse could control shadow creatures, but he didn't know that he could do it in this way.

Every dead monster became a source of soldiers for Alphonse.

It is endless, boundless, and countless.

This reminded him of evil necromancers. Even the undead army of high-ranking necromancers might not have such power.

Necromancers can only control undead creatures; the so-called horde of skeletons has little resistance against the magic of light.

The shadow creatures controlled by Alphonse seemed completely unafraid of the Holy Light.

Bishop Bartos frowned, his white eyebrows furrowing. The spell Alphonse cast looked utterly malevolent.

Did they absorb the souls of the dead monsters and transform them into shadow creatures?

If such a sorcerer appeared in the Kingdom of Hailant, he would definitely be burned at the stake by the Inquisition.

But this is Bastian, and Alphonse is a nobleman deeply trusted by Queen Junon. He is also a friend of Prince Wayne, the son of the gods, and he has even helped me and the Knights of the Sky.

Bishop Bartos sighed inwardly, deciding it was inappropriate to offer any comment.

He could quickly kill magical beasts with his divine magic, but the horde of magical beasts seemed endless. Breaking out of the encirclement was easy, but annihilating them in one fell swoop was difficult. Prince Wayne wanted to protect Coldwind Territory, so he could only use the high-level divine magic "Holy Light Protective Sword" to defend the town.

Simon leaned against the city wall and breathed a sigh of relief. After being besieged for several days, he was exhausted. The only reason he could hold on was due to the unique nature of the Blood Demon Art, which allowed him to absorb blood energy and nourish himself.

The same applies to the guards of Coldwind Territory.

Simon rallied slightly and roared, "Keep firing! Aid the lord!"

Having said that, he drew his longbow and shot an arrow at the distant monster.

He also understood that opening the town gates with his soldiers to support Alphonse was not a good idea at this moment, and might even hinder the lord.

There was one thing he really couldn't understand: why were there more and more monsters besieging the town?

Having been in Coldwind Territory for several years, I have never heard of a disaster like a monster tide occurring here.

Simon couldn't figure out the answer to this question, and even Wells, the eldest son of Duke Kabulev, who was standing on the city wall at this moment, couldn't understand why there had never been a monster tide in the northern region.

Even a small number of monsters appearing occasionally is considered a disaster, let alone such a large number of monsters of different races attacking in a group.

There must be someone pulling the strings behind the scenes.

He had a vague suspicion that the shamans of the orc kingdom of Bozak might have controlled the monsters to attack the border territories.

This incident may well be the prelude to a major war between the two countries.

He also had a certain amount of admiration for the guards of Cold Wind Territory.

They stood guard on the city wall for days without sleep or rest, as if they were completely tireless.

I had heard that this guard was composed of veterans of the Southern Army Corps, who had been through countless battles. Their indomitable spirit alone was no less than that of the elite of the Northern Army Corps.

Alphonse's performance shocked him even more; Alphonse alone was enough to hold off an army.

If they were to encounter each other on the battlefield, there would be almost no way to deal with Alphonse's army of shadows except to kill the sorcerer. Moreover, Alphonse also possesses considerable combat strength, and Wells knew he could not possibly kill Alphonse amidst a massive army.

Thankfully, he was an ally!

The fighting continued from daytime into night.

Alphonse led the Shadow Army in a counter-offensive, repeatedly absorbing necromantic energy and transforming it into shadow creatures.

Occasionally, a few stronger behemoths would manage to charge, but they were all killed by Riske and Mia, who had transformed into shadow warriors.

It was thought that the mastermind behind the scenes would have other plans.

But even after they had slaughtered all the monsters, the mastermind behind it all still hadn't shown up.

The battle was completely over, and a brief period of peace descended upon the land.

The ground was littered with corpses, and the stench of blood lingered. This nauseating smell would likely take several days to dissipate.

A vast, dark mass of shadowy creatures continued to surge about in a chaotic manner.

With a wave of his hand, Alphonse transformed all the shadow creatures back into necromantic energy, which surged into his body from all directions.

The battle at the palace nearly completely depleted his necromantic energy, but he also received a massive replenishment.

The town gates were open, but the piles of monster corpses blocked the road, so Simon had to summon his people to begin clearing them.

The townspeople cheered.

The Warcraft tide was finally wiped out.

The exhausted soldiers had no time to enjoy the joy of victory; as soon as they relaxed, almost all of them sat down and fell asleep on the spot.

Alphonse and Mia entered the town and discovered that it had undergone tremendous changes, with many ordinary people sitting by the roadside with their families.

Some of the original wooden houses are no longer there.

Many ordinary people do not appear to be from the Cold Wind Territory.

"Big brother!" Wayne ran down from the city wall with great joy.

Bishop Bartos and several knights from the Sky Knights followed closely behind, nodding in greeting to Alphonse.

"Thanks to Wayne and your team for your help! Otherwise, Coldwind Territory would have been destroyed by the monster tide!" Alphonse felt a chill run down his spine just thinking about it.

Without the assistance of the Hailante delegation, no matter how brave or resilient the Coldwind Territory's guards were, they could not withstand the onslaught of the monster tide.

"I've been here for so long, it's only right that I help out," Wayne laughed. "I just wanted to say goodbye to Aunt Mary, but I didn't expect something like this to happen here."

(End of this chapter)