Chapter 452 - 200: Enemies on a Narrow Road
Chapter 452: Chapter 200: Enemies on a Narrow Road
These names deeply shocked Prince Feiseli.
He felt as if his entire worldview was undergoing an unprecedented assault.
’Gnolls? Kobolds? These guys are attacking the Centaur King City?’
In Robson’s previous life, this news would have been as shocking as black people storming Jerusalem.
"Ha! These Gnolls are truly courting death!" Prince Feiseli sneered.
"Your Highness, we must dispatch the troops quickly! They’re about to break into the city!"
"Hmph! What’s the rush? They’re just a bunch of low-level races, nothing more."
"Someone! Go summon Quintus and have the army prepare. I’m going to go exterminate these bastards!" Prince Feiseli sneered.
"Should we... call for General Quintus?"
"Quintus? Why call for him? A bunch of Gnolls isn’t enough to warrant a general of my Centaur Royal Court taking action," Prince Feiseli said.
A mob of Gnolls was practically a free military achievement. How could Prince Feiseli possibly let anyone else in on it?
"Notify all units! The breakout battle is happening now, ahead of schedule! Get them all moving! I want to see rivers of blood before the sun rises!"
"As you command!"
....
With Prince Feiseli’s order, the entire Royal City was mobilized.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
"Enemy attack at the North Gate! All units, prepare at once!"
The Centaur Royal Family, as one of the top ten great clans of the Beastman Empire, possessed strength comparable to some human Duchies.
The Centaur King City had been built with a century of the Centaur Royal Family’s effort. It was enormous, and the Centaur Warriors running through the streets didn’t seem crowded at all; in fact, the avenues were almost too spacious.
"His Highness! Make way! Clear the path! The Prince is coming!"
As the first to receive news of the enemy attack, Prince Feiseli didn’t want to waste a single second.
Upon receiving the message, Prince Feiseli immediately summoned his Prince’s Personal Guard and charged toward the North Gate.
The Centaur commanders who saw the Prince along the way could only curse Prince Feiseli’s shamelessness in their hearts, but there was nothing they could do.
.....
While the Centaur King City was in chaos from the enemy attack, the battle at the North City had already begun.
Watching the charging Bear Race and Gnolls, Ries, the Centaur defending the North City, could hardly believe his good fortune.
Among these things, besides that group from the Bear Race, who else had even a shred of combat capability?
Ries didn’t know it, but the answer was: none of them.
The Beast God had opened his eyes! This military achievement, served up on a platter, was for him, Ries, to be the first to taste.
"Sir! Sir! They’re charging!"
"Sir! Give the order! Let’s show these mutts the might of the Centaur Clan!"
The surrounding Centaur Warriors were also eager and impatient, waiting for Ries to give the command.
The Centaur Clan was naturally warlike, and recently, they had been miserably suppressed by those humans.
Now that they had a chance, almost everyone wanted to vent their frustrations.
"Is everyone assembled?"
Ries asked.
Seeing his second-in-command nod repeatedly, Ries drew the war axe from his back.
"For the Empire! For the Royal Court!"
"Warriors, trample these bastards!"
Ries roared, simultaneously charging forward with the great axe in his hands.
"For the Empire! For the Royal Court!"
The Warriors shouted excitedly, raised their weapons, and surged forward with strange cries.
Facing tens of thousands of Kobolds, Ries dared to lead the charge with only a thousand Centaurs at his command.
This was the confidence of the higher races of the Beastman Empire. They had oppressed these Gnolls for hundreds of years, and almost all of them believed that today would be nothing more than a continuation of the past few centuries.
....
The gate of the Centaur King City was wide enough for dozens of Centaurs to charge out at once without the slightest bit of congestion.
Feeling the earth-shaking tremors caused by the Centaur Warriors up ahead, Robson’s Gnoll Warriors all swallowed hard.
They had fought Centaurs before, but those had been the defeated remnants of the Centaur Clan’s army, or the old, young, women, and children.
Now, even the Bear Race could see that this was a proper, regular Centaur army.
They had certainly been smug when they were bullying the old and the young, but what about now, facing a regular army?
Robson naturally noticed the psychological change among his Gnolls.
However, this was all within Robson’s expectations. In fact, it could be said that he had brought these low-level races to attack the Centaur King City precisely to shatter the fear the Gnolls held in their hearts for the Centaurs, or rather, for all the higher races of the Beastmen.
Only when slaves break their own shackles will they truly believe they can stand up for themselves.
Besides, although the Gnolls looked distressed, Robson’s Mountain Rock Bear Race Warriors were all in high spirits.
These five hundred Bear Race Warriors, after constant training from Robson, were now mostly Tier 3. Those at the very front, wearing armor, were all Tier 4 combatants.
Robson watched the Centaur Tribe drawing ever closer and knew the time was right.
In this kind of battle in a city gate’s passage, momentum is often everything!
You can’t wait until the enemy is in your face to start shouting battle cries.
"For Affleck! Charge!"
Robson drew the Commander’s Sword from his waist—a high-end import from the south.
"For the Lord!"
"ROAR! Fight for Lord Robson!"
"May the Great One protect us!"
The Gray Rock Bear Race at the very front charged out first, followed by over two thousand Tier 5 Gnolls and the Goblin Array.
The warriors of the Gray Rock Bear Race, though they had thick hides and tough flesh, were indeed too slow on their feet.
But on this battlefield, they didn’t need to be too fast.
"For the Empire!"
The two armies clashed directly at the city gate.
Ries led his most trusted Personal Guards, charging at the very front. He unleashed his battle aura, hoping to break through the Bear Race before him and directly attack the harmless-looking Kobolds behind them.
But at that moment, the advantage of the Gray Rock Bear Race’s large size became apparent.
Dozens of iron-armored Bear Race Heavy Infantry completely sealed off the entire city gate, leaving the Centaur Warriors no room to get around them.
"Kid! You need more practice with that axe!"
Chief Mole, also holding a great axe, grinned as he looked at the charging General Ries.
The front-rank Bear Race Warriors were basically all equipped with great axes. However, unlike the Centaur Clan, the axes in their hands were all Fine Iron War Axes meticulously crafted under Robson’s system.
Seeing that Chief Mole was also a Golden Tier, General Ries’s heart skipped a beat, and he hastily screeched to a halt.
Chief Mole had already raised his axe into a ready stance. If Ries had charged forward blindly just now, he certainly would not have met a good end.