Chapter 909 - Combat Style of Warriors of Chambord
Chapter 909: Combat Style of Warriors of Chambord (Part One)
“Marton City is too chaotic; it is clear that some people are trying to rob from others and commit crimes while chaos is taking place. After all, chaos is the most fertile soil for crime. We must stop this! If this continues, this great city would be destroyed before the war is over. Is there a way that you can contact the Alanians inside the city?” Fei frowned and asked Adam while looking at the burning flames in the city that seemed like blooming poppy flowers.
“Not a problem! I was one of the leaders of the resistance force.” Adam revealed his identity and said confidently, “I think I can organize people and keep the Alanians inside the city in check, helping to relieve the chaotic situation.”
“Great. Then, go ahead and do that. In terms of the Anjian soldiers… leave them to us Chambordians,” Fei said and nodded.
“Chambordian? Huh? You are…. King Alexander of Chambord?”
Since he became one of the leaders of the Alanian resistance force, Adam wasn’t dumb, and he got more news compared to the ordinary people.
Of course, he knew that the Zenit Empire had waged war against the Anji Empire, and the leader of the expedition troop was King Alexander of Chambord, one of the two unrivaled masters of the Northern Region; the other one was Emperor Yassin of Zenit.
Since this black-haired, white-robed young man was insanely powerful, he addressed himself as a Chambordian, and he had a majestic aura that only belonged to top-level decision-maker, Adam felt like his intuition was correct, and this young man was the legendary King of Chambord.
“Hahaha! You are right! I’m King Alexander.”
While he laughed, the king turned into a dash of light and shot toward the most majestic building in the center of Marton City.
This building was once the Castellon Estate of Marton City. After Anjian soldiers conquered this city, the Castellan of Marton and his large family of more than 300 people were slaughtered. This estate was also taken and used as the command center of the [Blood Fang Legion], which was the battle legion of Anji that was stationed in the city.
Right now, the building was well guarded, and no one knew what was happening in there.
Although the dark power of Hell didn’t corrode this giant city, Fei sensed an immense amount of evil energy hidden in this building.
Therefore, he rushed over and tried to see what was happening.
Right now, standing on the defense wall, Charles Adam couldn’t hide the excitement and thrill on his face.
Seeing that dash of golden light, he knew that the Zenitian reinforcements that Alanians had been waiting for three months finally arrived. Although he wasn’t sure of the attitude that Zenitians had toward Alanians, the war between Alania and Anji was the most important thing. The old saying ‘the enemy of my enemy is my friend’ still held up right now. If Alania could receive the help from Zenit, they might get a chance to re-establish their empire.
With hot tears in his eyes, Adam turned around and took down the corpses of his other seven peers before placing them on the defense wall in order. Then, he grabbed onto Perth, a master of Anji, unleashed his warrior energy, and dashed down the defense wall like a bouncing ball. Then, he charged toward the place in the city where the noises were the loudest.
The King of Chambord was right; they had to control this chaotic situation quickly.
Otherwise, if the chaos continued, it would become uncontainable, even more destructive compared to the Undead Creature Catastrophe. Even if Alanians ended up defeating the Anjian soldiers in the city and regaining control, the city itself would be destroyed by the hot-headed Alanians and criminals who were messing around.
Adam didn’t kill Perth to vent his anger.
Although Adam looked reckless and rough, he was detail-oriented and thoughtful. He knew that the King of Chambord didn’t kill this master of Anji for a reason; perhaps this Anjian could be useful later on.
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Chapter 909: Combat Style of Warriors of Chambord (Part Two)
While Fei was dashing toward Castellan Estate, Torres and the soldiers of Chambord had brought the team of Alanian survivors of more than 100 people toward this place. They had destroyed many Anjian soldiers along the way, and they were currently facing off the major group of Anjian soldiers who looked like a black flood.
The two giant Xuan’ge that were hiding in the sky, [Black Pearl] and [Cyclops], stayed out of this, but those ten elite soldiers of Chambord already constructed a simple teleportation array. After they matched up the magic frequencies and connected with the teleportation arrays on the Xuan’ge, more and more elite soldiers of Chambord walked out of the dreamy magic flames that were flashing on the arrays on the ground one after another.
As soon as Fei appeared, the battle began.
A total of 600 elite soldiers of Chambord in white armor came down, and they charged at tens of thousands of Anjian soldiers; the scene looked tragic.
Looking down from the sky, it seemed like a streak of white river water was trying to penetrate a black sea; it appeared to be a suicide attempt since it wasn’t a battle of equal strength. Everything looked pitiful and sad.
It was clear that the elite soldiers of Anji felt this way as well.
Although they were stunned by the strength that Torres, a Moon-Class Elite, showcased, these soldiers had been through many battles and were mostly veterans. They didn’t lack the courage, and they blew the bugles and charged forward.
Dark clouds enveloped the sky. As lightning bolts flashed across the clouds, and a series of commands were issued. Tens of thousands of Anjian soldiers created compact formations, and their black armor and shields connected, moving together like a mobile metal great wall.
As they moved forward, they created a series of metal-grinding noises, sounding like mountains were collapsing; it was suffocating and made others feel desperate.
“Kill! Kill! Kill!”
The tens of thousands of Anjian soldiers shouted together, and it was terrifying. The vast soundwaves rushed out like a flood. If Torres didn’t release his aura and block the pressure, the Alanian survivors who were behind him would have fainted.
After shouting ‘kill’, loud buzzing noises resonated in the sky.
As if a lightning bolt dashed across the sky, a bright light flashed by in the low-sky, and people suddenly realized that the Anjian soldiers threw out more than 1,000 black spears. The pointy tips of the spears reflected chilly light, and they instantly shot above the heads of the 600 white-armored soldiers of Chambord like a big flock of birds. Then, they dashed down toward the soldiers of Chambord, drawing a trajectory that looked like the wicked smile of the Grim Reaper.
This type of spear throwing was lethal on the battleground; there were no accurate targets, and its goal was to cover a specific area. Even if soldiers with warrior energy encountered this situation, they might die.
However, in the face of such danger, the group of people in white didn’t make any noises even though it seemed like they were going to lose a lot of members.
Like a group of white phantoms, they suddenly turned into beams of white light and dashed away when the spears were about three meters above the ground, dodging all attacks.
Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!
In the next second, the thousands of spears nailed onto the hard rocks where those soldiers in white were standing at, and a series of sparks appeared.
In fact, some spears barely missed the Chambordians by their ears and backs. If these soldiers were one second slower, their bodies would have been penetrated. However, none of the Chambordians screamed or gasped. Their faces were calm, and their eyes were determined.
“Damn it! Star-level Warriors?”
Someone gasped in the military campsite of Anji.
The warrior energy that was burning on the soldiers of Chambord was so bright that it was eye-piercing.
“Crossbowmen, ready! Front row, horizontal shoot! Back row, upward shoot! Ready, shoot!” a military command sounded abruptly.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Arrows dashed out behind the tower shield formation of Anji, locking down all the possible escape paths on the ground and in the air. These arrows were all sharp, wolf-fang arrows, and they were shot from heavy crossbows. One arrow was enough to break a small tree, and even Star-level Warriors would be severely injured if they were hit.
Shooting horizontally and upward from a close distance allowed the elite crossbowmen of Anji to control the area. It was impossible for the soldiers of Chambord to quickly dodge again.
It seemed like a death trap.