Although the three officers were of the same rank, they were vaguely headed by the middle officer named Aristophanes, and with the support of another officer, they quickly reached a consensus.
Tens of thousands of elite soldiers set up camp in an orderly manner under the command of squad leaders and low-level officers. Soon, tents supported by animal skins and wooden sticks were set up on this vast plain.
Aristophanes looked around at his own troops, his heart filled with surging ambition.
With his title as a senior officer, he could usually lead an army of a thousand people at most, but there was no way he would have the chance to command an army of ten thousand elites.
Those with less than 1,000 people are called armies, and those with more than 1,000 people are called legions. In normal times, only those with 1,000 people facing strong enemies can be qualified to be led by the kingdom’s generals.
But His Majesty the King was furious, and under his arbitrary dictatorship, he encountered great luck. He actually had the opportunity to lead thousands of elite veterans who had survived countless battles together with two other senior officers.
Aristophanes glanced at the two colleagues beside him with the corner of his eye hidden in his mask, and the corners of his mouth could not help but curl into a sneer.
Although he is also a strong man against a hundred enemies, his strength is even more powerful, with a full power of 150 horsepower. Even if two opponents join forces to attack, he still has the strength to compete with one or two, and can retreat at any time.
In this world, no matter which country you are in, strength is respected. As long as you have strength, you are the unquestionable superior.
"As long as I can make great contributions, I will have the opportunity to be rewarded by the temple. When the time comes, I will break through the limit of power and reach the realm of 300 horsepower or even 500 horsepower."
Aristophanes calmed down the fluctuations in his heart and ordered loudly to his colleagues beside him, the officer who initially asked whether to rescue the third prince: "Mednanlos, you are responsible for the defense arrangements of the camp and to check all the soldiers.
Arms and provisions, when the sun rises I will see a flawless legion!"
Mednanlos silently glanced at the colleagues in front of him, sighed secretly, turned around without saying a word, rode his horse into the legion, and began to make arrangements in an orderly manner.
When the other remaining officer saw Aristophanes' gaze, he immediately bent down and said flatteringly: "Lord Aristophanes, I am not a fool like Mednanlos. In the royal city, I am not a fool."
I have vaguely heard of your name, and the priest of Orpheus, Oxor, is your elder."
"Orpheism is an extremely respected religious religion in the entire Peloponnese continent, and it has huge power in the kingdom. This time to guard the Emi Crack, I must obey your Lord's arrangements."
Aristophanes showed a satisfied expression on his face, and then said lightly in a condescending tone: "Very good, the credit for this mission naturally belongs to me alone, but as long as it is completed, I will not be stingy with your benefits.
, I will mention your name in front of His Highness the Second Prince."
The officer was stunned for a moment and said in an unbelievable tone: "Your Highness, the Second Prince, could it be that you..."
An enigmatic smile appeared on Aristophanes' face. Just when he was about to say something more, a harsh whistling sound suddenly came from the direction near the Asiatic Gorge.
Hearing the alarm from the scouts, Aristophanes couldn't help shouting: "What's going on? Why did the scouts sound the alarm? All soldiers should pick up your weapons immediately!"
The piercing alarm sounded from an invisible place, but it spread clearly throughout the entire camp. All the soldiers did not need to be urged at all. When they walked out of the tent, they were already wearing leather armor and holding weapons. It took only fifteen breaths for one to
The army, ready to go, was already lying across the plain.
When the legions were in formation, a knight's figure appeared from the end of the horizon and ran quickly.
Aristophanes quickly asked: "What happened? Is it because the monsters in the canyon rushed out?"
The scout dismounted and said quickly in a voice that only a few people around him could hear: "It's His Highness the Third Prince. He led the guards out of the thick fog."
Aristophanes said in surprise: "What? Your Highness, the third prince, he is not dead!"
The scout couldn't help but lower his head, pretending that he had not heard his commander's lies, and continued: "His Royal Highness the Third Prince claimed that he had wiped out all the monsters in the canyon, and asked us to send horses to meet them."
Aristophanes was shocked in his heart: "How is it possible that that idiot third prince could actually come out of that Jedi alive, and also claimed to have completed the task of guarding the Crack of Emi? This is impossible..."
But then, Aristophanes suddenly had an idea in his mind, and quickly asked: "How many people are there in the Third Prince?" He seemed to feel that his tone was a bit hasty, so he concealed it and said: "I mean,
How many horses should we send to meet the third prince and his warriors?"
The scout did not doubt that he was there and said honestly: "There are twenty-three people in total. His Highness the Third Prince said that all their horses were lost, so he asked you to send out the best horses."
"That idiot prince only brought out a total of twenty-six people from Talian City. I didn't expect that not only did he come out of the forbidden place safe and sound, but so many people survived. Could it be that what he said is true... No, if
If that’s the case, then aren’t all my plans ruined?”
Aristophanes' thoughts kept flashing, and it took a while before he finally made a decision.
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"You lead the way, I will personally lead people to greet His Highness the Third Prince... Avery, Mordnanlos, you follow me."
After giving the order, hundreds of elite soldiers rushed out from the military formation and galloped towards the canyon under the leadership of Aristophanes.
When the embarrassed figure of the third prince Arthur Evans finally appeared in his sight, the last illusion in Aristophanes' heart was finally shattered. Under the cover of the mask, his eyes could not help but flash with a bloodthirsty cold light.
Just when he was about to arrive in front of Arthur Evans and others, Aristophanes suddenly pulled out a short spear hanging from his back and threw it at the scout who was leading the way. The latter screamed without warning and immediately
He collapsed and fell to the ground. His body fell off the horse and was trampled into pulp by the knights behind him.
In the astonished expressions of everyone, Aristophanes drew out his sword and shouted loudly: "The abominable banshee Lamia actually used magic to disguise herself as a human being, but I have the divine tool of Orpheus and I can't confuse you at all.
my eyes."
Banshee Lamia is the monster in the underworld that is best at deceiving people. They can cast spells to change their appearance at will, and it is difficult for the naked eye of mortals to distinguish the authenticity from the fake.
After hearing Aristophanes' explanation, everyone couldn't help but show a look of surprise, and then their eyes showed a cold murderous aura. They drew their weapons one after another and surrounded the third prince and others in the center.
Arthur Evans looked at the murderous hundreds of knights with a dull expression on his face, and stammered: "He, they should not be welcoming me, let's..."
Kohler beside him said in a strange tone: "I'm afraid the officers of your kingdom have regarded us as a stumbling block to snatching credit."
Kohler has been traveling across the continent for several years, and naturally he has seen a lot of bad things done by high-ranking nobles, so he can see through the other party's intentions at a glance.
Luca and other guards immediately drew their weapons and stood in front of Arthur Evans, but their faces always maintained a calmness that was inconsistent with their status. It seemed that they were not facing an army led by a strong man with a hundred enemies.
.
"Sir, is there something wrong? I have met His Highness the Third Prince before, and this person's face is exactly the same as His Highness the Third Prince."
Aristophanes looked at Mednanlos with cold eyes, who spoke to stop him, and said in a cold tone: "Mednanlos, don't be deceived by the banshee's spell. I have the divine tool of the Orpheus cult.
,don’t you still believe me?”
Just when Mednanlos was about to say anything else, Aristophanes immediately shouted: "Don't be deceived by the banshee, kill!"
After receiving the order, all the soldiers launched an attack without hesitation. Spears and sharp swords fell from all directions, as if they were going to chop the third prince and his twenty guards into pieces in an instant.
For a moment, the sound of weapons clashing and people screaming in pain could be heard endlessly. What was even more shocking was that hundreds of elite veterans who had survived hundreds of battles attacked together. Not only did they not get the results they deserved, but they lost their troops and generals in the blink of an eye.
A dozen soldiers were injured.
Aristophanes looked at the twenty guards in surprise. He could tell at a glance that the weakest of these guards had a power of 3 horsepower, and the strongest captain even had a power of 8 horsepower.
They advanced and retreated in an orderly manner and cooperated well. It was obvious that they were veterans with extremely rich battle experience.
"When did this idiot, the Third Prince, snare so many elite guards? Even His Highness the Second Prince doesn't know anything about it."
Seeing that the soldiers were constantly being damaged, Aristophanes knew that he could not delay any longer, so he made a prompt decision, suddenly raised his sword and rushed forward, slashing down Luca who was blocking the front.
There was just a crisp sound as the 150-horsepower long sword split the thick shield in half. Aristophanes kicked Luca to the ground.
Aristophanes had a fierce look in his eyes. As long as he killed everyone here, he would be able to take credit for himself without any effort, and even have a chance to clear the obstacles around him.
At this time, Aristophanes had already begun to plan in his mind how to kill Mednanlos, and if necessary, he could even blame him for everything.
"Huh? It's this Spartan."
Aristophanes couldn't help but catch a glimpse of an obvious figure from the corner of his eye, and he immediately thought that this was the sworn brother of the third prince, a Spartan with a good reputation in the royal city. (To be continued)