Tyrant Simulator

News of the humiliating defeat at Golden River Valley quickly reached White Hart Castle, causing a great sensation.

Even the wise and prudent Lord Neville became somewhat impatient after losing a third of his troops and began to redeploy his forces to defend the castle.

"I didn't expect that human named Luke to be so strong... Should we ask the Governor for help?"

Inside White Hart Castle, Neville rested his chin on his hand and muttered to himself.

"My lord, it's not that bad at all!" Chieftain Pik of the Bloodhoof slammed his fist on the table, his voice filled with fervor. "As long as you gather all your forces and join my tribe's warriors at the River Bend for a full-scale battle, this mere human rebel army..."

Naveen glanced at him dismissively: "Pick, if I were you, I wouldn't have time to spout nonsense here."

"Lord Naveen... what do you mean by that?"

"What else could it mean? Luke will find out sooner or later that you betrayed me. Do you think he'll let you off the hook? Your tribe is so close to him... I bet Luke is sharpening his knives right now, ready to pounce!"

Startled by his words, large beads of sweat rolled down Pick's forehead, and he felt uneasy.

Suddenly, the hall door opened, and a figure appeared in the doorway, slender and tall, standing alone.

"Miss Messiah... why are you back?" Neville was both surprised and delighted.

"Yes... Luke let me come back."

Messiah looked slightly haggard, but forced himself to speak: "Fos has already died in battle... but the important matter of the Eastern Expedition cannot be delayed. Please prepare warhorses and escort them to the capital."

"I will explain the matter of Forth to the Marshal on his behalf, so please rest assured, Lord Neville."

Neville was worried about how to explain things to the Royal Army, but when he heard Messiah's words, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "With Miss's words, what else do I have to worry about?"

The only thing to worry about now is Luke… but the fact that he's willing to let you go means he doesn't want to see war either.”

Pick seized the opportunity and said, "I think he's afraid of you, sir. Why don't we take this chance..."

Messiah immediately interrupted him: "I've seen Luke's headquarters. It's easy to defend and difficult to attack, and the military and civilians are well-united, making it a formidable force... A direct assault is not a good idea."

"That's right!" Neville laughed as he stood up. "Now that Miss Messiah has returned, as long as they don't invade our territory to the south, why should we care about them... Let them roam freely beyond the Great Wall!"

Seeing that Neville had no more will to fight, Pike had no choice but to leave White Hart Castle dejectedly and return to the wilderness.

Upon returning to the Bloodhoof tribe, Piqué immediately ordered the entire camp to be on high alert, with all horsemen and warriors standing ready for battle—clearly, he had taken Neville's words to heart and was worried that Luke and Attila might come to attack with their grudges.

Just as he was about to deploy his troops for defense, he heard a messenger announce that his horseman who had accompanied Forth on the campaign had returned.

Pique was quite surprised and immediately summoned him into the tent.

"Chief... your humble servant has returned." The centaur slave bowed respectfully.

Pike hurriedly asked, "What exactly happened in the Battle of Golden River Valley? Did the High Elves really lose thousands of troops like that?"

The slave said with a sorrowful expression, "That day I saw it with my own eyes on the battlefield - five hundred armored cavalrymen drew their bows and shot arrows, which pierced through the knights' armor and killed a large number of them."

Then four or five hundred ogres led the way, and no one could stop them wherever they went;

Finally, more than three thousand horses and two thousand human cavalrymen were deployed to the battlefield.

They were all brave and fierce, and their equipment was far superior to that of any of the steppe tribes… Fosse probably didn't lose unjustly.”

"Our Bloodhoof tribe has only three or four thousand men and horses capable of drawing bows..." Pike sighed, "In that case, we can't escape our fate."

"That's not necessarily true."

The slave took out a sheepskin from his bosom: "After the defeat, I was captured and imprisoned for three days. I thought I was going to die... But Attila actually released me last night and asked me to bring this letter to you."

Pick took the letter and read it aloud: "Pick, our two families have a deep-seated feud. You betrayed information to Neville to avenge my broken alliance back then, and I don't blame you."

Now I will grant you and your tribe a way out, provided you offer me your daughter, five hundred yaks, and three thousand goats, and declare your eternal submission. I will not trouble you and will allow your people to continue living west of the Great Swamp.

I'm giving you three days to consider. If you don't see your daughter and livestock after three days, don't blame me for leading my troops to attack!

Attila, the progenitor of the centaurs.

Before he could even finish reading, Pique was already furious, tearing the sheepskin to shreds: "Attila, this is outrageous!"

Seeing his anger, the slave seized the opportunity to step forward and said, "If you, sir, are truly unwilling to be Attila's servant, I have a way."

Pique, barely containing his anger, snorted, "Tell me what you think."

"In my humble opinion, Chief, you should pretend to agree and then hide your elite troops in the wedding procession."

"While the Reach forces are off guard, attack their camp... Once Attila's main camp is destroyed, the other three tribes will have little chance of causing any trouble."

Pique's anger turned to joy, and he revealed a sinister smile: "This plan is brilliant. I think the chances of success are at least 70%... Alright, let's do as you say."

Having finally gathered enough cattle and sheep, Pique reluctantly dressed his fair-skinned and beautiful daughter in a wedding robe and sent his most elite guards, a thousand of them, to protect her.

He also gave instructions to his personal guard captain: "Tonight, have a grand feast held in the Reach, and use the opportunity to get Attila and his men drunk. When they are unconscious and unable to hold their swords, attack the camp and leave no one alive!"

"Yes, sir!"

Soon, the large wedding procession set off with herds of cattle and sheep.

As they walked slowly along the shore of Daze Lake, halfway there, a gyrfalcon circled halfway over the head of the army and then suddenly flew past.

Soon after, the earth began to tremble, a terrifying tremor... and the tremor became more and more pronounced as it approached.

The captain of the guards was puzzled. He looked up and saw a large patch of bright, eerie firelight in the east, slowly moving toward them.

A strong sense of unease slowly rose from the heart of the captain of the personal guard: "What is that... Could someone be setting fire to the grasslands?"

As the "firelight" drew closer, he was taken aback; his legs went weak and he nearly collapsed to his knees.

"Damn it, in broad daylight... how could I suddenly see a ghost!"

Thousands upon thousands of wild bulls, with flammable materials tied to their sides and set ablaze, formed an impenetrable wall of fire as they charged toward them!

The Bloodhoof tribe had never seen such a spectacular scene before. They stood frozen in place, weapons in hand, unsure whether to fight or flee. The "gift" cattle and sheep scattered and fled in all directions, instantly disrupting the formation of the elite troops.

The "fire bulls" charged wildly into the midst of the men and horses. Spears and scimitars were almost useless against the thick-skinned bulls, and could not stop their mad charge at all...

The Bloodhoof Guard tore open several large gaps, and countless cavalrymen were engulfed in flames.

Seeing this, the remaining troops no longer dared to continue fighting and could only scatter and hide to avoid being swallowed up by this raging tide of fire bulls.

Little did they know that behind the raging herd of wild bulls lay Attila leading five hundred raiders in a massive attack…