Western Fantasy Lord: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 94 Justice Descends from Heaven

In the Sol region, amidst the surrounding forests, a line of knights escorts a spacious and luxurious carriage along a muddy forest path.

Sylvia peeked out of the window; shadowy figures filled the forest, and distant noises were clearly audible.

Today marks the start of the War Game. Influenced by the War Game, many people have been drawn to the Sol region. The lack of entertainment options in their lives has made everyone very interested in this event.

Especially since the protagonist is a nobleman, the common people at the bottom of society have always been curious about the fights and squabbles of the big shots above them.

The carriage moved slowly and soon arrived at the edge of the forest, where a vast, unobstructed grassland came into view.

At a glance, there were already many carriages parked here, and everyone was looking towards the plains, waiting expectantly for the protagonist to make his appearance.

With the help of her guards, Sylvia gracefully stepped down from the carriage.

Today she wore a fitted black long dress with a high neckline and dragon scale patterns embroidered on the hem. The sleeveless design revealed her jade-like shoulders and the beautiful but not bulky muscle lines on her arms, adding to her graceful and elegant demeanor.

Wow...

Her arrival caused a stir.

"I didn't expect Lady Sylvia to be interested in such trivial matters."

"Is this Lady Sylvia? This is the first time I've seen her. She's so beautiful."

"Did you notice the clothes Lady Sylvia is wearing? They're so unique."

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Many people are discussing it.

The Earth Knight's body was already beyond that of ordinary people. To her, the whispers of these people were no different from loud talking. She ignored these voices and waited until the guards found a good spot, set up tables, chairs and a canopy, and then she sat down gracefully and waited quietly for everything to begin.

Just then, a soft, melodious voice came from the side.

"Oh, isn't this Lady Sylvia? May I sit with you?"

Following the sound, Sylvia paused for a moment, then smiled and nodded, "I'm bored by myself too."

A mature and graceful figure, with the heart of an older sister, took her seat. She wore a long, elegant white dress, also sleeveless, with two flowing white ribbons that circled her neck before hanging down.

This outfit is from the new clothing store opened by the Four Yue Merchant Guild in Giant Wall City. The newcomer is Alexia, who said with a smile, "Daphne was originally going to come with me, but her father left her at home because it was too dangerous. In the war game, she will be caught in the crossfire, so Lady Sylvia, please protect me."

"Don't worry." Sylvia nodded slightly.

"I heard that one of the parties in this war game is your brother, Baron Connors? Aren't you worried?" Alexia analyzed, "Dorothy and Anthony are both established nobles, with considerable strength and experience."

Sylvia shook her head: "I don't know what his trump card is either."

The two chatted casually for a short while when a gasp of surprise came from the crowd.

"They're here!"

The two looked towards the center of the plain.

The long procession surged out of the forest like a black tide and entered the plain.

Amsel and James, clad in fine knight's armor, rode two magnificent horses at the head of the procession, followed by a long, dark line of carriages and horses that stretched as far as the eye could see.

"Thanks to the support of Ford and the Sultan, even the militia conscripted from the territory are well-equipped this time," Amsher said with some emotion. "This is the first time I've fought such a well-funded war."

James shook his head: "Including the militia, squires, guardian knights, and logistics, our numbers reach a staggering 20,000, but the real elite fighting force consists only of the guardian knights. I've equipped the others with bows and crossbows to wear down the enemy."

When James was two years old, he accompanied his father, the head of the Anthony family at the time, to the north to support the border war, so he accumulated a great deal of practical experience.

In terms of business acumen and management skills alone, he may not be as good as Amsher, but in terms of tactical awareness, he surpasses Amsher in several dimensions.

"Hahaha..." Amsher patted James on the shoulder and teased, "Relax, James, there's no need to be so serious. Have you forgotten that he's just a baron? Our preparations are already very thorough, and we also have the support of Ford and the Sultan. Including the guardian knights we temporarily recruited, the number has exceeded two hundred."

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"Do you understand what two hundred guardian knights mean? That's a force that even the Duke's Castle cannot ignore!"

"Moreover, the militia are equipped with arrows of magical treasure level. You know better than I do how powerful they are. I even doubt whether he can withstand a volley of fire."

James said helplessly, "It's probably a habit I picked up from the border wars in the North. You know how brutal that war was; there was fighting almost every moment. If you weren't careful, you would have been dead long ago."

"Indeed, even now, the friction on the northern border has not subsided." Amsher said, as if recalling something, or perhaps sighing.

The northern part of the Steel Dragon Kingdom is known as the "Land of Chaos," the stronghold of the orcs. However, due to the rampant presence of multiple tribes and the absence of any single authority that can command respect, the area is in a state of chaos, with frequent conflicts erupting. It's like a tangled mess of yarn, making it difficult to unravel its intricacies.

Moreover, orcs frequently cross the kingdom's borders to the south, plundering villages and caravans along the way, causing great distress.

Several years ago, a powerful force emerged in the Chaotic Lands. They united more than half of the tribes there and launched an attack on the Steel Dragon Kingdom, first facing the high wall of the North.

At that time, the Grand Duke of the North was under tremendous pressure and issued a nationwide call for aid, offering very attractive rewards.

Of course, they eventually succeeded in repelling that force, and then there was no further news of them.

After the army emerged from the forest, it quickly formed a square formation under James's direction.

The square formation was mainly divided into two parts, primarily composed of armed militia. Each militiaman in the front square formation was equipped with a standard three-piece axe, a round shield, plate armor, and a spear, while the rear square formation consisted of archers.

Although everyone was equipped with excellent gear, the soldiers in the formation were loose and unable to work together as a cohesive unit, which showed that the fighting power of this force was very limited.

A powerful army is not just supported by superior equipment, but also by iron discipline, a fighting spirit that dares to fight, die, and struggle, experienced veterans, and tacit cooperation developed through extensive training.

The militia in this world are usually civilians forcibly conscripted from within the territory, without any trace of training. Judging from the dejected atmosphere in the formation and the unease on the faces of each soldier, it is clear that their combat effectiveness is limited.

Of course, in this respect, most nobles are similar, including those in other countries. When they get to the battlefield, it's purely a contest of who has the worst army.

The protagonists of war are always the knights and mages; a hundred well-equipped ordinary soldiers cannot kill a single guardian knight.

So what is the role of these armed militias?

The answer is: consumption.

Although a hundred ordinary soldiers cannot kill a guardian knight, they can deplete a guardian knight's stamina and mana, distract them, reduce their equipment durability, and sometimes even take them down with a bit of luck.

Moreover, there are far more than a hundred in war.

In a real battlefield, enemies are everywhere, and crises will come from all directions like fine needles, leaving you overwhelmed and unable to avoid them.

Most of the guardian knights who die in war die from exhaustion, like a master being overwhelmed by a flurry of punches.

As for magicians, they usually don't have the opportunity to participate in internal struggles.

After the formation was fully assembled, silence fell over the plain.

"Someone's coming from over there!"

Suddenly, someone in the crowd gathered at the edge of the forest spoke up, and everyone looked over.

A figure clad in snow-white silver armor emerged from the forest on the other side of the plain, directly opposite the formation; it was Connors Jon.

Sylvia frowned. "Why is he all alone?"

"Are you going to stop them?" Alexia asked.

"...Let me think about it again." Sylvia hesitated.

She didn't think Connors would act recklessly.

Connors stood alone in front of the forest, with no army or attendants around him, looking utterly isolated.

"Has he lost his mind, or has he realized the difference in strength and is planning to admit defeat outright?" Amsher asked with a mocking expression.

"Looks like I was overthinking it. I thought the person who developed Vanessa Wine would at least be a smart man, but it turns out to be such a fool." James shook his head, his disappointment barely concealed in his voice.

With so many people watching this war game, including many high-ranking officials and powerful figures, he originally wanted to show off his skills and demonstrate his talent in leading troops to further enhance his reputation. However, he did not expect the other side to be so weak and simply choose to give up.

Hearing the faint commotion around him, Connors sneered. He took out a longbow and several arrows with smoke arrowheads from his levitating bracelet, lit them, nocked the arrows, aimed at the opposite square formation, drew the bow to its full extent, and shot them out with a "whoosh".

The arrows traversed the vast grassland in the middle, piercing straight into the square formation. The surrounding soldiers quickly dodged, leaving the arrows stuck in the ground.

Immediately afterwards, several more arrows whistled through the air and landed in the formation.

Everyone stared at the arrows that were continuously releasing red smoke, completely bewildered.

James and Amsher exchanged a glance and looked at each other blankly.

As the red smoke gradually filled the air, James's expression suddenly tightened: "Could this stuff be poisonous?"

"My lord, I can confirm that this smoke is non-toxic. I suspect the other side is trying to throw us into disarray," said one of the guardian knights beside him.

James's expression softened.

at the same time.

In the sky, a huge black hot air balloon clung to the clouds above, drifting slowly.

Vivian poked her head out of the hanging basket, staring wide-eyed down at the flat plain below that resembled a circle.

Suddenly, a red haze appeared on the plain, standing out starkly against the green landscape.

"I saw Lord Connors' signal! We can throw it if we move a little more to the left." She turned to Owen and Aaron and said.

Inside the gondola, Irving went to the right side of the gondola wall, exhaled, and nervously reached out to press his hand against the wall, infusing it with magic.

The incantations and magic crystal chains engraved on the outer wall began to fill in and light up inch by inch. A strong wind blew out, and the basket suddenly swayed to the left.

The two, who were prepared, gripped the railing tightly to prevent themselves from being thrown out of the basket.

Vivian then peeked out, observed for a moment, and quickly said, "That's enough, that's enough, any more and we'll miss it."

Irving immediately released his grip and stopped injecting magic.

The hot air balloon hovered precisely in the center of the square formation below.

They were at a very high altitude; looking down from above, the plain was only about the size of a bowl, and the massive square formation appeared as a tiny black dot from a great distance.

With such an exaggerated height, it would be extremely difficult to stop exactly above the formation.

During this period, after the hot air balloon was built, everyone underwent extremely rigorous training in controlling it. The three of them practically lived and ate in the hot air balloon, and they were almost nauseous from floating in the sky.

In Connors' words, since you are guardian knights with boundless energy, you don't need to rest.

At this moment, Aaron squatted down and opened the wooden box that had been placed at his feet. The box was filled with Justice No. 2 ball mines, and there were three or four more such boxes next to it.

Splash.....

Aaron lifted the wooden crate to the edge of the basket and poured all the Justice No. 2 grenade inside.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh... Dozens of black ball mines fell towards the ground, and as their speed increased, a low whistling sound gradually came from the sky.

"Look, there seems to be something in the sky..." a guardian knight with even better eyesight suddenly said, pointing to the sky.

Everyone looked up.

What first appeared in sight were tiny black dots, like sesame seeds, but then the dots began to enlarge, accompanied by a series of low, whistling sounds.

The whistling sound carried an unknown, oppressive feeling that acted directly on the mind, as if it were the descent of some ancient truth.

"Get out of the way!"

As the warning sounded, the next second...

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

Dozens of black spheres rained down from the sky at an unparalleled speed, crashing into the formation like a torrential downpour.

"Ugh..."

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My legs, my legs...

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"This is divine punishment! This must be divine punishment!"

Cries and screams, along with the terrified neighing of horses, filled the air, plunging the entire army into chaos in an instant.

Within the formation, many armed militiamen were smashed to pieces, and even several guardian knights who couldn't dodge in time were seriously injured and rendered incapable of fighting.

Snapped!

The supervisory team sprang into action the instant the chaos erupted, whipping the militiamen repeatedly.

"Everyone, maintain discipline! Maintain discipline!"

At this moment, Amsher noticed the black ball embedded in the ground, which was constantly trembling violently, its edges swaying like sieves.

The next second, his vision was filled with a white light.

Boom boom boom—!

Dozens of explosions burst together, instantly causing its power to expand geometrically, and a small mushroom cloud rose from the ground.

Whoosh... A powerful shockwave arrived in the surrounding area a few seconds later.

At the edge of the forest, the previously noisy sounds quieted down, leaving only the rumbling echoes of the explosions.

Sylvia's face was flushed red by the firelight as she stared blankly at the destructive plain, lost in thought for a long time.