Capítulo 40: Burn! Burn! Burn!
"Niya, are you ready to activate all your defensive magic formations? This will be a fierce battle," Yann stepped forward, shielding Niya.
He was certain that a total of twenty-one individuals were coming for them. Twenty of them wielded infantry crossbows and longswords, while the other was wrapped in a black robe.
Yann had no interest in who was under the black robe; he only cared about the level of threat posed by this figure.
"Alright," Niya didn't inquire further, obediently standing behind Yann, activating all her defensive magic formations.
Niya wasn't being troublesome, although the situation was dire, her words of "I won't leave you" were clear. She understood the gravity of the situation; otherwise, Yann wouldn't have reminded her.
Twenty soldiers clad in leather armor and the figure in the black robe swiftly maneuvered through the forest, thinking they had concealed their intent, unaware that Yann had already detected them.
On the Roland Continent, individuals were divided into commoners and professionals, including mages, warriors, among others, possessing far greater combat abilities than commoners, such as summoning flames, among other skills.
However, this didn't mean that professionals could disregard attacks from commoners. Even a mighty dragon would falter against a legion of thousands. Swords, bows, and crossbows wielded by commoners could harm or even kill professionals. A trained commoner with a longbow could kill a third-tier mage from fifty meters away, and a force consisting of tens, hundreds, or thousands of archers could force a ninth-tier professional to retreat.
The scenario depicted in fantasy novels where a professional faces off against an army couldn't occur here, unless the opponent was an esteemed-level master!
Human resources sometimes faltered, and instances where esteemed-level professionals were killed by commoners had occurred on the Roland Continent.
If the combat power of professionals could truly withstand countless foes, why bother forming armies? Various factions would simply produce high-level professionals and send them into battle when needed.
Letting high-level professionals battle it out, with the victorious side conquering the defeated's kingdom—after all, commoners were of little consequence, right?
"They're here!" Yann drew his half-sword and shield, bellowing into the woods.
Rather than allowing others to strike first and seize the initiative, it was better to strike first and catch them off guard.
Yann roared as flames ignited on his sword.
"Discovered! Loose arrows!" A soldier with a single crossbow saw Yann charging towards them and pulled the trigger.
"Swoosh!" Twenty bolts flew towards Yann!
Yann's body stiffened as he raised the shield strapped to his left arm, blocking the incoming bolts.
After firing a bolt, a soldier discarded his single crossbow and drew his longsword.
In a surprise attack, the crossbow could only be used once, and then it was time for close combat.
"So fast, he's here!" But just as he was about to attack, Yann swiftly swung his flaming sword down like lightning.
"Swish!" This soldier was split from head to chest by Yann's sword, then both sides of his body were quickly incinerated by the flames.
Yann withdrew his sword, turned halfway, and gazed grimly at the remaining nineteen soldiers and the one figure lurking in the shadows, clad in a black robe.
Through his telepathy, Yann detected the black-robed figure hiding in a tree, observing his every move, searching for the perfect moment to strike a fatal blow.
Yann chuckled inwardly; the black-robed figure thought he was well hidden, but in reality, Yann saw through all his actions.
While the black-robed figure searched for the ideal moment, Yann was doing the same.
In the shadows, only Yann knew that there was another person observing everything that happened here—Lugansk Zoia.
The middle-aged man in the cafe set down his coffee cup, closed the shop door, looked up at the sky, and instantly disappeared.
Like a gust of wind, he vanished in the blink of an eye.
"You few, retreat and prepare to fire; the rest, follow me!" The leading soldier instructed his subordinates.
Then, the leader and ten soldiers, muscles taut, charged towards Yann. The other seven retreated to string their crossbows.
Eleven longswords swung towards Yann simultaneously, each striking from different angles but all equally cunning.
Some aimed for Yann's left shoulder, while others targeted his lower flank.
For anyone else facing such a multitude of attacks, they would undoubtedly be thrown into disarray, unsure of how to proceed.
But Yann acted as if he didn't see these attacks, taking a step forward, his sword in hand suddenly thrusting, and a bloody head flew up!
Another soldier fell under Yann's sword!
Others saw Yann's ferocity, not caring about potential injuries, and were oddly relieved amidst their heart-pounding fear.
Did this undead warrior really think he was invincible? Although he killed a soldier, he couldn't free his blade to block the remaining attacks!
Ten swords simultaneously slashed at the blackened armor.
"Meet your end!" The leader laughed maniacally as he swung his longsword towards Yann's neck.
Although there was armor protection, as long as this sword landed, the force alone would be enough to overwhelm the neck.
"Dark Flame!" Yann shouted inwardly.
Suddenly, flames blazed on Yann's blackened armor, much like the flames on his sword.
As soon as the ten swords touched the dark flame, they ignited. However, it wasn't that the flames melted the sword blades; rather, the dark flames surged along the blades towards the ten soldiers.
The dark flames climbed up the sword handles and onto the bodies of the soldiers who hadn't released their grip in time.
"Clang! Clang!" Although the dark flames burned towards the soldiers, the longswords accurately struck Yann's armor, making a clang sound.
The armor, fortified by the Metal Hardening magic formation, couldn't be easily damaged by ordinary swords. Ten longswords embedded in Yann's armor, yet they didn't harm his body.
"Ahh!" Five soldiers who failed to release their sword handles in time were scorched by the intense heat of the dark flames, emitting painful screams.
"Fall back and don't engage him in close combat!" The leader, ignoring his howling brothers, hastily issued commands.
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