Chapter 320

The scale was quite small in comparison to some fights, but there were two thousand warriors involved.

On one side, above a giant stone wall were thousand figures dressed in mismatched armour, leather chest pieces, or steel scraps that they picked up.

They held large green bows as they rained metal arrows onto a group of bulky figures below.

The bulky figures held the number advantage, but they couldn't get to the wall.

''Heave! Ho! Heave! Ho!''

A Rhythmic Chant came out as the bulky warriors liften giant planks of wood above their head, deflecting the downpour of arrows.

But the power behind the arrows was often enough to slay a warrior every so often.

Bearing the losses, the Warriors finally hit the wall. Instantly they ran up and smashed their fists against the hard stone.

'Bang' 'Bang' 'Bang'

One after the other, each hit causing a large dent and cracks to spider web across the stone.

And finally, after three waves of warriors, the wall crumbled revealing the huge spiritual farms within. Luscious green plants were spread for miles.

But the sight was quickly blocked. A small force quickly gathered at the breach, dressed in steel armour with large spears they stabbed at the invading warriors.

However the slightly lower intelligence Tribal Warriors didn't know that as they charged on the Spiritual Farm, a group of proud cavalry appeared behind them.

One hundred Nordic Horsemen, the weakest a High Rank 1 Warrior.

''Charge!''

A loud horn echoed as the horses dashed forward. The steeds under their feet leave dents in the ground as they charge.

''No! It's an ambush!''

The warriors at the back of the invaders detected it first. But they were also the first to suffer. Under the onslaught of powerful Nordic Horsemen they were chopped like vegetables.

Large sabres flashed decapitating a warrior everytime. Blood splashed as the invaders tried desperately to put up a resistance. But they were unsuccessful.

The Ancients weren't wrong to say one Horseman is worth a dozen infantry. Under the quick speed of the Nordic Horses the invaders didn't stand a chance.

Slowly their number was cut down, and unable to pierce the defensive line at the wall. They fell under the rapid attack.

''Dam it!''

In the air, the two fighting warriors separated. Helplessly they could only land on the top of a large hill. Their Spiritual Energy is no longer enough to maintain their flying.

The Woman was panting, a large gash in her leg caused her to wince in pain. But the Skinny Man was worse. His left arm was gone leaving a gushing wound. There was a hole in his thigh, a sword still sticking out.

And most importantly there was a small cut on his neck, signifying his dance with death.

''You have lost. Now die for me.''

The Brunette Woman charged forward, not giving the man any time to recover. A small dagger in her hand swung down and cut the defenceless man down.

''Hoo.''

After slaying her foe, the Brunette Woman sighed and sat down.

''I didn't expect that defending a Simple Spiritual Farm would be so difficult.''

Her smooth hands grazed the bleeding wound as she winced.

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''Die for me!''

A crazed red headed woman slashed heavily against a proud blonde beauty. The blonde beauty was in a white robe now dyed red with blood. A large cut on her stomach continued to gush with blood.

''Bah your too impatient.''

The Blonde Beauty smirked, her eyes glancing at the stone ground within the cave.

As the Red head ran forward, the ground sunk beneath her foot.

''Haha!''

The Blonde Beauty suddenly laughed when she saw the foot sinking into the ground.

Under the Red Heads wild eyes the ground she stepped on seemed to mould like a living creature, her foot submerged in an endless muddy pit.

She tried desperately to move it, her arms flailing as she rained attacks down on the ground, but it was to no avail.

''ARGHHH!''

She released an earthshaking bellow, her arms bulged up like tree Trunks as her body began to expand. But to her dismay, even activating her Lower-Level Physique was a failure!

However the Blonde Beauty wasn't in a great situation. Sweat poured down her forehead as she held her hands out in front of her desperately.

The Earth Trap she set required her full concentration.

But luckily, she wasn't alone.

As soon as the bellow echoed around the cave, a rhythmic marching came from the entrance. Soon a hundred warriors filtered in, each dressed in scavenged uniform.

'Swish' 'Swish' 'Swish'

From the crossbows in their arms, hundreds of bolts flew out rapidly flying towards the trapped RedHead.

Each bolt caused small cuts on her body. But they built up. Slowly but surely, the Red Heads vision turned blurry. Her body collapsed to the ground in despair.

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However things didn't always end in the Lanford family's win.

On a large field, previously inhabited by peaceful beasts and beautiful scenery, a vicious battle was now occurring.

Ten thousand against Ten thousand. No special tactics, just brute force against brute force.

''Argh!''

''Die!''

''Help me!''

Screams echoed from every inch of the battlefield. Swords clashed as warriors used all their strength to try and survive.

On one side, ten thousand figures were dressed in animal hides covering their body. The strong resistance brought from it saving them in crucial moments.

On the other side, ten thousand figures dressed in whatever armour their leader could find. Some wore sleek leather suits offering good agility, while others wore large heavy metal suits creating walking tanks.

On the side of the Lanford Family, the poorly equipped soldiers, two figures were standing at the top of a hill, overlooking the battlefield.

''Young Master things aren't looking good. Our enemies have higher practice than us and are better equipped.''

One of the figures, a short and meek looking man with rat-like features, spoke panickedly.

However the one he called Young Master looked angry and ashamed.

''How am I supposed to prove myself to Father if we can't even take out this pathetic army!''

He shouted.

''Young Master, we really can't win.''

''We can't win? We can't win can we.''

The young master seemed to realise something as he watched his warriors be chopped down. Although they put up a fight, they really couldn't win against the stronger and better equipped rivals.

''Let's go.''

The Young Master sighed, he walked away, taking the important people in his force with him. Leaving the cannon fodder warriors to die.

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