Chapter 1030: The Night Before the War

Chapter 1030 -251: The Night Before the War

Two red-scaled giant dragons, each approximately forty meters long, descended from the sky. One of them had a spiraling horn and a slender physique, appearing somewhat ‘graceful,’ and was indeed the Unicorne Lizard Dragon dispatched by the Obsidian Dragon to Losa’s side.

Although Fire Dragons are generally not included in Losa’s combat system, it doesn’t mean their strength is weak. They are adult high-level dragon species, and it’s quite common for them to destroy a town with Dragon Flame.

Rumi saw three beautiful women leap down from the back of the giant dragon. Their agile bodies landed on the ground, only slightly bending their knees before standing upright.

He knew these must be the witches at the side of the ‘pagan King who sells his soul to the Devil and Witch,’ as propagated by the Fire Worship Church.

They are indeed very beautiful. If the Devil looks like this, who knows how many people would willingly fall under their skirts.

But his gaze quickly shifted from these witches, as the current battle, now that His Majesty the new king decided not to let these extraordinary beings intervene, made these witches far less attractive than the warriors about to take the stage.

They wore simple yet bright plate armor, covered with tricolor robes adorned with crosses, and carried simple bone rosaries, their faces showing compassion and kindness, akin to the expressions of the most devout monks.

Yet, each one possessed an aura of a battle-hardened warrior.

They pulled iron chains and climbed down from the dragon’s back, quickly surrounding Losa.

They are the elite of the Monastic Knights, each mastering quite remarkable Holy Light Power, almost equivalent to un-elite Five-Star Attendant standards, and the largest extraordinary force under Losa’s command.

However, Rumi apparently didn’t know this, somewhat disappointedly saying, “Your Majesty, is this our first batch of reinforcements?”

“Why, you think it’s not enough?”

“I must admit, they are definitely the most elite warriors, but aren’t there too few of them? I’ve heard of magic that can make a person cross thousands of miles instantly. If Your Majesty could quietly send elite forces into the city, it would really take the Tatars by surprise.”

Hope appeared on Rumi’s face. He was not a coward; otherwise, he wouldn’t have dared to defy the Tatars’ demands and stubbornly defend Hovezan. But he also knew the disparity in strength between the two sides.

Losa laughed and looked at the tallest of the three witches, “My lady, she alone is akin to an army.”

That day was spent amid intense preparations for battle.

The next morning, Governor Rumi awoke early, his eyes bloodshot, clearly having little rest the night before.

There were clearly many in Hovezan’s garrison like him, who stayed up all night, periodically looking up while eating breakfast, fearing a silent Tatar attack.

Woo-woo-woo—

The low, deep sound of a horn slowly resonated, and the Tatars’ gigantic camp appeared alive, baring its fangs of war.

Clang clang—

Thick smoke rose from the Holy Fire Altar of Hovezan, as the priests sounded the alarm bell.

Units of soldiers hurriedly picked up their weapons and ascended the city wall.

Governor Rumi climbed up the tower.

He shouted loudly, “We will win, historically, at the Persian Gate battle, our ancestors once held off seventeen thousand Greek Alexandrians for an entire month with just two thousand men. We have more men than our ancestors; shouldn’t we be able to hold out for a month?”

The Persian Gate is also one of the important passes on the Zagros Mountain Range, located north of Isfahan.

Ivan silently polished the blade, this time, they once again served as the vanguard in battle. However, Surgut Khan specially allocated half a hundred households of Quyap soldiers to his command, reportedly to compensate for his losses in the first round of siege.

“Do you think, these folks are actually military commissars or compensation?”

“You can try sending them all into the first wave of the siege. If they refuse, it shows they’re the former.”

Ivan laughed softly, “Do you think the Tatars have a chance of winning?”

“How about you?”

The two exchanged silent looks.

Even if they truly thought the Tatars were doomed to fail, they couldn’t reveal their desire to preserve their strength in the short term. They had to wait until the decisive battle when no one could pay attention to them, allowing Ivan’s forces to find a chance to escape leisurely.

“Brother, one day, we will rule our own destinies, no longer be minor players swept along with the tide.”

“Will that day come?”

Fulk’s expression seemed fatigued. He was once the most devout Christ Knight, but destiny played cruel jokes, reducing him to merely a prairie chieftain. They constantly fought, persistently expanded their strength, never daring to pause, yet always remained pawns in another’s hand.

At this moment, even the always optimistic Ivan showed little confidence.

He slumped his face, murmuring softly, “It will come, there certainly will be that day.”

With just a moment of deflation, this slave-born Tatar Thousand Households Officer straightened his chest again, “Brother, take out your cross; I have already prayed at the Holy Fire, now we must seek Jesus’ blessing.”

“Bless us for what? Defeating the Lord’s favored Emperor Saint Losa?”

Fulk felt an absurdity of bitter amusement; if the Lord chose to manifest, surely the first thing would be to strike him dead as a betrayer.

“Of course not, it’s to bless our wise and valiant His Majesty Saint Losa, to ensure his little pet truly behaves as the Tatars’ shaman said it would, not pouring Dragon Flame onto our heads.”

Saying this, Ivan raised his voice.

“Brothers of Ivan’s forces, hold your weapons tightly, polish your armor, the exiles are about to confront the nightmare in their hearts again. This time, let our old rivals see the combat skills we’ve honed over these years on the prairie.”

Soldiers of Ivan’s forces stood silently, picked up their shields and weapons, shouldered the Cloud Ladder.

Fulk sighed lightly; after this battle, who knows how many of Ivan’s elite could return? Everyone knew this was a destined difficult path, but as Tatar Contract Army, they had no choice.

“Of course not, it’s to bless our wise and valiant His Majesty Saint Losa, to ensure his little pet truly behaves as the Tatars’ shaman said it would, not pouring Dragon Flame onto our heads.”

Saying this, Ivan raised his voice.

“Brothers of Ivan’s forces, hold your weapons tightly, polish your armor, the exiles are about to confront the nightmare in their hearts again. This time, let our old rivals see the combat skills we’ve honed over these years on the prairie.”

Soldiers of Ivan’s forces stood silently, picked up their shields and weapons, shouldered the Cloud Ladder.

Fulk sighed lightly; after this battle, who knows how many of Ivan’s elite could return? Everyone knew this was a destined difficult path, but as Tatar Contract Army, they had no choice.

“Of course not, it’s to bless our wise and valiant His Majesty Saint Losa, to ensure his little pet truly behaves as the Tatars’ shaman said it would, not pouring Dragon Flame onto our heads.”

Saying this, Ivan raised his voice.

“Brothers of Ivan’s forces, hold your weapons tightly, polish your armor, the exiles are about to confront the nightmare in their hearts again. This time, let our old rivals see the combat skills we’ve honed over these years on the prairie.”

Soldiers of Ivan’s forces stood silently, picked up their shields and weapons, shouldered the Cloud Ladder.

Fulk sighed lightly; after this battle, who knows how many of Ivan’s elite could return? Everyone knew this was a destined difficult path, but as Tatar Contract Army, they had no choice.

“Of course not, it’s to bless our wise and valiant His Majesty Saint Losa, to ensure his little pet truly behaves as the Tatars’ shaman said it would, not pouring Dragon Flame onto our heads.”

Saying this, Ivan raised his voice.

“Brothers of Ivan’s forces, hold your weapons tightly, polish your armor, the exiles are about to confront the nightmare in their hearts again. This time, let our old rivals see the combat skills we’ve honed over these years on the prairie.”

Soldiers of Ivan’s forces stood silently, picked up their shields and weapons, shouldered the Cloud Ladder.

Fulk sighed lightly; after this battle, who knows how many of Ivan’s elite could return? Everyone knew this was a destined difficult path, but as Tatar Contract Army, they had no choice.