Wizard Farming Guide

Chapter 27 On the Eve of Battle

The infiltrated army numbered eighty men, each strong and robust, with broad shoulders and thick waists.

He was covered in a thick brown bear skin, and chainmail could be seen below the collar.

Their weapons were unique, shaped like large curved swords.

The blade has a wavy curve, and there are two wolf-tooth-like protrusions on the back of the blade.

The wolf-tooth scimitar is the signature weapon of the Northern Wolf Chieftain.

With the striking tattoos on the soldiers' faces, Rhodes immediately understood their identities.

The wolf chieftain tribe among the northern barbarians, the army of the Lorossa!

Unlike the Kingdom's belief in the Heavenly Father, the barbarians living in this northern, snowy land are mostly believers in the "Lord of Winter".

I firmly believe that this supreme ruler of frost will one day awaken from his long slumber and purify this filthy world with the end of eternal winter.

That being said, barbarians rarely directly worship the Lord of Winter.

Instead, they worshipped the messenger sent to the earth by the god in mythology.

The Rorosa people, a barbarian tribe, worship the Winter Wolf Messenger and have a wolf totem as their faith.

After reaching adulthood, they would paint wolf stripes all over their bodies, which is why the kingdom contemptuously called them the Wolf Chieftain Tribe.

The raven looked ahead at the pack of wolf chieftain soldiers.

The leaders were six barbarian warriors riding black wolves and wearing animal skin armor.

Warriors held the same status as knights in the kingdom among the barbarians.

Under the observation of the [Eye of True Sight], their physiques were no less than those of ordinary knights, and the three leaders even reached the level of elite knights.

Moreover, all six of them were riding first-tier magical beasts—Ironback Black Wolves.

Canines share a common trait, often described as having a copper head, iron bones, and a tofu-like waist.

Winter wolves have relatively fragile spines, making them unsuitable as mounts for long-distance running.

The same applies to the Ice Blade Fang Wolf, which evolved from it; even though it is larger and stronger, its inherently fragile spine makes it unsuitable for riding.

However, there is one exception: the Iron-Spine Black Wolf of the Lorossa people.

Unlike the Ice Fang Wolf, which grows ice claws for easier hunting.

The subspecies Ironback Black Wolf, raised on a diet rich in iron ore and bone meal, has focused its evolutionary efforts on its spine.

Like a steel-cast spine, yet as resilient and powerful as a spring, the Iron-Spine Black Wolf possesses tremendous explosive power.

It far surpasses warhorses in close-range sprints.

This also made the Lorossa's extraordinary unit—the wolf riders—famous throughout the North!

"Six wolf riders and seventy-four strong soldiers—that's probably the entire fighting force of a small wolf chieftain's tribe, isn't it?" Rhodes understood.

The capital and large tribes of the Lorossa people are located deep in the North, at least a hundred kilometers away from the Mesa.

If it were a scout squad sent from there, it would be impossible for them to be accompanied by seventy-four infantrymen.

These barbarian soldiers could only have come from a small wolf chieftain tribe that was closest to him.

Climbing the mountain in the dark at night clearly indicates that they came prepared.

But with the scouting of the crows, Rhodes was always aware of the situation near the flat-topped hill. How could the enemy know his location?

Moreover, they arrived too quickly. The northern border is so vast that they were able to locate him in just half a month, and they even dared to leave the tribal area and approach the territory of the duchy.

Aren't they afraid of being surrounded and annihilated by the knights?

Unless someone tells them Rhodes' location and information beforehand!

Therefore, they are fearless!

"Ha, Mansaru Winter, I see." As he spoke, Rhodes picked up his sword, his eyes growing colder.

He recalled the Baron of Rivermouth, whom he had met not long ago, a man filled with greed and malice.

That Rorosa man who dared to confidently guarantee that barbarians wouldn't attack his territory!

Rod walked out of the house.

At the same time, a flock of crows perched on the dead tree next to the house took flight, and a saber-toothed tiger suddenly opened its eyes on the grass mat, its beastly pupils excited and bloodthirsty.

A deep horn sounded in the residential area of ​​Pingdingshan.

Holmes, jolted awake, rushed out of the room first. Without even asking Rhodes what was wrong, he immediately shouted:

"Highest level of combat readiness activated! All personnel assemble immediately!"

"Cavalrymen mount their horses, and spearmen follow them to the first line of defense! Militia immediately proceed to the high cliff watchtowers to prepare for slinging! Other residents must keep their doors locked and are not allowed to come out without orders!"

"Hurry! Speed ​​things up, act fast!"

Although Holmes was unaware of what was happening at that moment.

But he knew that when Rhodes blew the horn, it meant that the territory would face a deadly crisis of life and death.

There is no time to delay!

Amid Holmes's almost roaring shouts, the villagers cowered in their rooms, their eyes filled with bewilderment.

They had absolutely no idea what had happened on that peaceful night.

But the villagers didn't need to understand; having gone through numerous drills, the soldiers didn't hesitate, knowing full well what their next mission was.

They gathered with their equipment and moved in unison toward the gentle slope of Pingdingshan.

Through the window, Lily watched the ranks of soldiers marching past on the street and listened to the shouts of the knights' squires.

She couldn't help but feel nervous and hugged the white bread with concern.

Since the castle had not yet been built, Lily would take care of Rhodes's meals and daily needs during the day and then go back to her own home to rest at night.

After experiencing the frustration of having his lair snatched away by a bully from time to time, White Bread simply ran back to his old home and comfortably enjoyed Lily's daily feedings.

"May God protect you, and please don't let anything happen to you."

Rhodes was nowhere to be seen. Lily recalled the image of Rhodes charging alone at the rogue knight in Pinecone Village.

She understood that the official was probably already on the front lines.

Lily bit her lip and could only clasp her hands together, praying devoutly for him.

White Bread licked the back of her hand with its tongue as a gesture of comfort.

Then, amidst a girl's startled cry, he broke free from her embrace, jumped out of the window, and followed the army's march.

As they traveled, the white bread twitched its nose and let out a low growl.

It smelled the Ironback Black Wolf.

Those were its own kind, and also its nemesis!

In Northern legends, dire wolves are known for growing stronger by devouring their own kind.

At the edge of Pingdingshan Mountain, at the very top of the gentle slope leading up the mountain.

Rhodes, clad in armor and with a sword at his waist, sat astride his warhorse, watching the army gathering behind him.

White bread and saber-toothed tiger were placed alongside him.

Noah and Holmes rode their horses and stood a body length behind him.

Behind them, the cavalry of twelve knights and the shield and spear formation of fifty-two soldiers were all in position.

The soldiers had already learned of the barbarian attack and were gripping their weapons tightly.

Everyone was waiting; in the deathly silence of the night, the rapid heartbeats could be clearly heard.

At this moment, Rhodes detected that the wolf chieftain's soldiers had reached the mountainside, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

He broke the silence by speaking:

"Below are the barbarian soldiers attacking; they want to take advantage of the darkness and slaughter us like foolish cattle."

Little did they know that at this moment, the roles of hunter and prey had already been reversed!

Rod raised his head as he spoke.

"Caw!" The flock of crows in the sky let out a piercing cry.

Above the gentle slope of Pingdingshan, at the two naturally protruding high cliff watchtowers, fifty militiamen were already ready.

Upon receiving the instruction, they pushed a number of rolling stones, each a meter in diameter, downwards.

The wolf riders, who had just reached the middle of the gentle slope, noticed something was wrong and looked up in confusion.

His pupils contracted in fear.

The next second, the earth trembled, and a rumbling sound came from halfway up the mountain, along with the barbarian's screams of fear and pain!

"At this moment, soldiers who have come here with me from Sword Tomb, follow in my footsteps."

Rhodes drew his sword, pointed it downwards, and roared in a chilling voice, "Charge with me!"

The warhorse raised its head and neighed, its hooves thundering.

The twelve knights in attendance set up lances made of cypress wood, with steel tips, each three meters long.

Under the moonlight, the tip of the spear gleamed coldly.

Taking advantage of the terrain, the army launched a decisive charge against the barbarians below.

Meanwhile, ravens flew over the stone pillars erected on both sides of the gentle slope and lit the braziers placed on them.

Clusters of flames suddenly rose in front of the cavalry, illuminating the road.

(End of this chapter)