Star Forge Titan

Large-scale bandit groups dared not approach the city-state at all, otherwise the various traces left by their large number would likely expose them immediately and lead to them being surrounded and suppressed by the army.

Therefore, the small gangs of bandits that used to roam around the city of Ismailia consisted of only about forty or fifty people at most, and the patrolling troops basically only needed to maintain the number of two teams.

Thanks to the high speed of their war horses, these skilled cavalrymen equipped with scimitars and bows and arrows can easily kill small groups of bandits like hunting rabbits, without even suffering much damage themselves.

Looking at the light armor and weapons on the group of white-robed cavalry in front of him, and discovering that there were a few novice transcendents among them, Alvin thought that without using magic power, it would take him about five breaths to kill them all.

Of course, there are also simpler and more brutal ways, such as adjusting the magic power and then releasing the sword of white light of destruction.

Oh, that's not a fight at all...

Shrugging his shoulders and suppressing the random thoughts, Alvin felt that instead of waiting to see these guys deal with the robbers, it would be better to ask the farmers if they needed help.

I'm just sitting around doing nothing, and the latter at least helps with construction, which is far more meaningful than the former.

What's more, he also planned to talk to the farmers and hear from the people at the bottom about the situation of this land covered with yellow sand.

But at this moment, a scream suddenly came from not far away, followed by screams one after another.

Ivan immediately turned around and saw those cavalrymen in white robes and with scimitars rushing towards the tied up bandits with grins on their faces.

The sharp scimitar reflected the scorching sunlight, making people feel a chill in their hearts.

There was no court or trial. The Desert Scimitar cavalry simply slaughtered all the human bandits and goblins.

Even the robbers' cries before death were so piercing, and their blood, which had not yet cooled, dyed the sand red.

Ivan frowned and looked at the cavalry who was wiping their weapons, and some bad guesses arose in his mind.

Personally, he had no objection to the cavalry killing the bandits, even if it omitted steps such as sentencing.

If the robber killed was a person who committed a heinous crime, he would even applaud it.

What really made Alvin frown was the expressions on the faces of the cavalrymen.

It was not the indifference of official business, nor the indignation expressed by the banditry. Instead, the faces of the cavalrymen were filled with a kind of crazy laughter that was full of enjoyment.

Something is wrong with this.

Killing is not a fun thing. Except for lunatics like those with antisocial personality disorder, Alvin doesn't think it is normal for anyone to laugh happily while doing such a thing.

Staring closely at the calm-looking officer in charge, his keen perception seemed to vaguely sense something.

Now, his impression of the desert area is getting worse and worse.

These guys...could they be followers of that guy with the dog head?

He didn't find anything like a holy emblem, and the other party didn't use their own magic power, which made Alvin a little confused about the origin of these guys.

But he noticed that the officer leading the team seemed to glance at him subtly, and he didn't know what he was looking at.

"Let's go, there's nothing to see." Andre patted his shoulder with an ugly expression.

"Yeah." Alvin nodded. Considering the presence of these new teammates around him, he couldn't just chop them with an axe to see what kind of people they were.

In fact, the people from Desert Scimitar left even earlier than the adventure team.

They cut off the heads of the bandits, which was said to be the proof of their achievements. Under the bitter gaze of the farmer Jamba and a group of farmers, they took away some food and rode away on their horses again.

The members of the adventure team Trackers also left the oasis farm after their captain Andre obtained the "mission certificate".

After leaving the farm, Alvin suddenly pulled the reins, and the Mountain King stopped obediently.

"Newbie, what's wrong? Did you forget something on the farm?" Lilim asked curiously.

"Well, you could say that, there is actually something I want to do." Alvin smiled, but that expression made Lilith feel very familiar, because she often showed a similar expression when she wanted to play a 'prank'.

Jumping off the horse, Alvin pinched a handful of sand in his hand under the puzzled gaze of his teammates.

After opening the kettle and adding some water, the black-haired boy suddenly exerted force with his five fingers, and the sand, which was much looser than the sand, was forcibly squeezed into a hard lump by mixing it with water.

Looking at Jamba who was pointing fingers at the farmers in the distance, even though the guy looked only the size of a fingernail at this distance, Alvin just took a slight aim and then made a standard baseball throwing motion.

The next second, a sharp whistling sound of air being torn was heard beside his ears, and a hard lump of sand instantly hit the head of the fat and big-eared little bureaucrat.

As a large amount of sand exploded due to the collision, Jamba fell to the ground with his eyes rolled back. He would not be able to get up for ten days or half a month.

Even if it's only a temporary solution, at least I can vent my anger and prevent that guy from harassing other people for a short period of time.

The black-haired boy, who was in a sense quite willful and reckless, thought so.

As for how to completely resolve the current situation in the Silent Desert?

Maybe I already knew the answer...

The members of the adventure team who saw this scene nearby all widened their eyes.

"Well done, newbie!" Lilith jumped up and patted Evan on the back.

"Newcomer, your eyes are sharper than a falcon soaring in the desert sky." After estimating the distance from here to the farm, the orc was quite moved.

Even Kalani, the half-elf wizard who was used to maintaining a cool attitude, couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly.

Andre held his forehead, feeling that his teammates were all unreliable guys, but in the end he also laughed out loud.

Indeed, who would like an idiot who bullies the good and fears the evil, and only wants to step on others to get to the top?

The group secretly sped up and rode away on horses and camels.

On the way, Lilith chattered and laughed while betting with Alvin how long the guy would be unconscious. The orc was very curious about why Alvin could learn his boxing skills so quickly, and said that if he wanted, he could also formally learn other boxing techniques of their school.

Everyone was in a good mood, but this good mood did not last long.

As the sound of horse hooves came closer and closer, the Desert Scimitars who had just left the farm inexplicably took a detour and blocked everyone's way.

"Five low-level adventurers." The bronze-skinned cavalry captain rode forward with a half-smile on his face.

"Would you mind doing us a favor?" His eyes kept looking at the Mountain King that Alvin was riding.

"Please speak." Andre took two steps forward, blocking Lilith with his broad back, and the figure of the halfling female thief suddenly began to fade.

"Those bandit heads are not enough for sixty people, so..." The cavalry captain had a strange expression on his face, and a red mark that looked familiar to Alvin gradually appeared between his eyebrows.

"Please help me~"

Chapter 25: Holding a sharp weapon

This damn place is terrible!

Ivan's expression remained unchanged, but he couldn't help but curse in his heart.

The troops directly under the command of the lord of the city-state actually contain followers of the Terror.

Looking at the red badge that lit up between the cavalry captain's eyebrows, Alvin was no longer clear about where the previous sense of disharmony came from.

Combined with the greedy look that the young officer gave the Mountain King, my goodness, how could anyone want to steal such a bad-tempered and weird horse.

But this is not surprising. Seeing that Sanwang can carry a master of such an exaggerated size, it shows that its strength and endurance are very good.

Secondly, although its body size is extremely exaggerated, the muscle structure of the Sanwang is not the clumsy type of cold-blooded horses. Instead, it is closer to the streamlined structure of hot-blooded horses that is full of explosive power and runs at an astonishing speed.

Simply put, it is strong rather than bulky.

Such a horse is very suitable for use as a cavalry warhorse, and can even be used as a stallion to breed an excellent herd.

For cavalry, excellent war horses are rare necessities, but war also causes unavoidable damage to horses.

Armor can be repaired and rebuilt, but horses require a long time to raise and train.

Any cavalry unit always has a need for good horses.

If it were somewhere else, this group of cavalrymen might have tried to pay for the horses, or simply buy the breeding rights for the horses.

But in the Silent Desert, a lawless area far away from the outer walls of the city-state, the Desert Scimitars are a high-level force directly under the Witch King.

Don’t buy shit, just grab it.

"Aren't you afraid that the association will hold you accountable for doing this?" Andrew pretended to be calm, but his hand was slowly reaching for the big sword on his back.

"It's okay. Desert will take care of everything for us." The cavalry captain, his eyes gradually filled with bloodshot, said hoarsely with a grin:

Although Andre said those words that sounded very guilty, as an experienced adventurer, even if he had not encountered such things personally, he had at least heard about them from other people.

Therefore, Andre and other members of the tracker team would not have any unrealistic fantasies about the group of cavalry in front of them.

You have to know that the armies of feudal societies were already very poor, and the armies of desert city-states, where even the feudal system was only half-baked and there were even many slaves and even more de facto slaves, were backward countries...

Oh, that's even worse!

As for Alvin, when he confirmed that there were followers of the Terror among the two opposing cavalry teams, he was already prepared for battle.

Judging by the magical fluctuations they exude, the strongest must be the officer who has transformed into the team leader. He looks to be a second-level officer. If he has awakened his soul ability, he might barely be a third-level officer.

Forget it, it's not important.

Glancing calmly at his new teammates, Ivan decided not to let them know too much about himself for the time being. This would limit the abilities he could utilize.

So, what to do?

While he was pondering this, two cavalry squads had already begun their charge. They held their sharp scimitars high, shouted loudly, and galloped towards the five members of the tracker squad.

It should be said that they are worthy of being the elite cavalry directly under the Witch King. The two teams adopted very standard iron-making tactics in a very short period of time.

One group of cavalry formed a horizontal line and launched a frontal charge, while the other group went around to the side and prepared to launch a pincer attack from the rear or side.

"Hold on! Gaoshan and I will form the first line, Lilith and the newcomer should protect theirselves, Kalani should prepare to use attack magic, we must break through a gap!" Andre immediately drew out the greatsword behind him, and cold sweat broke out on his face.

Because he was not familiar with the new member Alvin, he was anxious and simply asked Alvin and Lilith to protect themselves.

What was even more disturbing was that the officer on the opposing team was as strong as Andre, and even had a slight advantage in terms of magical power.

In other words, with the help of horsepower, the opponent can break through the vulnerable direction formed by himself and the mountain by himself, posing a threat to important spellcasters in the back row of his own team.

At this moment, even with his rich combat experience, Andre did not dare to guarantee 100% that he could win.

But then, he saw Ivan, who had just joined the team, suddenly stepped forward and stood in front of everyone.

After taking out the still-angry soul-forged weapon, Karlbant, from his waist, Alvin finally decided not to throw the baby out with the bathwater.

"I'll deal with that officer, and you guys find a way to disrupt the formation." The black-haired boy's voice was full of confidence, even a little sleepy.

"Hey, hey, hey, we're not here for a picnic or to play ball. Besides, a battlefield is different from a fight. How can you use a small axe like this... Huh!?!" Before Lilim could finish her question, she saw the hand axe that she called a small axe growing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The Annihilation Axe, originally the size of a small hand axe, finally revealed its true form.

The smooth edge of the axe blade is covered with jagged, fine serrations. At the end of the bright red curved handle, which is shaped like a spine, there is a demon skull extending to the axe surface. The two curved sharp corners on the top extend backward, revealing a fierce power that is difficult to ignore.

The biggest change occurred in the middle of the axe blade, where there was an inlaid amber gem crystal, and there was a red line running through the entire gem. From a distance, it looked like a slightly squinted amber animal eye.

At this moment, this amber animal eye is suddenly opening!

At the same time, the fine serrations on the outer layer of the broad axe blade also began to rotate at high speed, followed by a sharp whistle like an eagle's cry that was enough to resound through the atmosphere and sky.

Ferocious! Horrible! Evil!

Even though it was deliberately controlled, the magical fluctuations emitted by Karlbant still made people want to turn around and run away.

On the contrary, the mountain king who was close by became more and more excited. It sniffed as if it could feel the atmosphere of the battlefield, and even its breathing became heavy, although the scale of this battlefield might be a bit small.

"There's no other choice but to fight." Ivan whispered in a voice that only he could hear:

Although his tone was somewhat helpless, his expression at the moment did not show any sign of distress at all. His tall and strong body matched the bright red battle axe inlaid with brass ornaments in his hand, and the horse-shaped monster he was riding.

It was like a berserker straight out of a Northern folktale! He was riding a descendant of a divine horse gifted by Odin!

This man and his horse are about to show the enemies standing before them what true terror and violence are!

"Let me clarify in advance, although this axe looks a bit brutal, it is actually just a trophy of mine and does not fall under the category of personal aesthetics."

Although Alvin said this, the members of the Tracker Team were stunned and showed strange expressions as if to say, "Who are you trying to fool?"

The tall, black-haired boy could only shrug at the sight and drive the Mountain King to charge fearlessly towards the accelerating cavalry.

In the short term, Ivan plans to play an excellent warrior with a good weapon, a good mount, and some special abilities.

At least that's what he thought when he struck down the cavalry officer leading the charge with one blow of his axe.

The Mountain King was like a tank. Even though he had only one horse, he could unleash such terrifying power that he could overwhelm the entire opposing cavalry.

Under everyone's astonished gaze, this strange horse, nearly three meters tall and full of explosive muscles, crashed through the entire cavalry formation in one breath.

Those creatures with the same name as it, also called "horses", along with the Desert Scimitar cavalry riding on them, were like bottles hit by a heavier and larger bowling ball. They screamed and flew in all directions, each one twisting into a strange shape in the air.

Even if there were occasionally fearless cavalrymen who rushed forward and slashed the Mountain King and Ivan riding behind it with their sharp scimitars.

They would also completely ignore this kind of attack without any prior agreement. When the blade fell on the flesh and blood, the former would just leave a white mark, while the latter would not care at all.