Chapter 69 - He Was A Gold-tier Warrior
Chapter 69: He Was A Gold-tier Warrior
“They have three silver-tier warriors?”
Wilber gritted his teeth as he looked at the man in the sky. Finally, he stopped in the empty space half a kilometer away from Blackmoon Castle.
He was also on a big black horse. The animal was covered with heavy iron-tier armor and saddle, and his large eyes flickered with unease.
Wilber was a little relieved. Fortunately, he was cautious and did not rush. He had also joined forces with the other manors and recruited more than 5000 men. Furthermore, he had also asked Zangwill to invite six mages led by the silver-tier mage, Folson. Otherwise, he would have been dead.
“I’ve never heard of so many silver-tier warriors attached to the Blackmoon Castle. These people must have consumed a large number of Rainbow Phoenix Chicken eggs in the past two months to break through their levels.”
Wilber’s eyes narrowed as he pondered the issue. Amidst his fear, his heart gradually became fiery.
He did not expect Rainbow Phoenix Chicken to be more effective than he had imagined. If he could invade Blackmoon Castle and obtain the Rainbow Phoenix Chicken, he might get sufficient eggs to train his subordinates to become silver-tier warriors.
When he thought about that, he was no longer afraid. Instead, he roared, “Don’t fight those three silver-tier warriors; focus on the other guards and Blackmoon Castle’s other leaders.”
The thousands of soldiers were no longer flustered when they heard that order. They looked at the sky in fear. They gritted their teeth as they charged toward the castle.
Other than Vincent, Liszt, and Allen, the other Blackmoon Iron Cavalry guards were held back by more than 2000 people. They were separated from the other three as if they were stuck in a swamp and could not extricate themselves. The remaining 3000 soldiers had already passed by them and were headed toward the castle.
They were not fools. They knew they should capture the head of the snake. Just as Master Wilber had said, Vincent and the other two men were fearless. There was no need for them to fight those warriors head-on. As long as they could capture Watson and the master of the castle, they would win the war.
As they faced the torrent of thousands of people, Vincent and the other two men, who were flying in the sky, tried their best to stop them.
As Vincent’s golden combat aura wings flapped gently, dozens of long light spears descended from the sky and nailed even more people to the ground. Liszt, who was beside him, also fluttered his combat aura wings, which had the patterns of plants and flowers that flowed onto his back, and the ground cracked as countless vines exploded outward to bind their enemies.
As for Allen, he wielded the Guardian Sword, which was covered in dark blue water-elemental combat aura. It turned into a surging river that pushed his opponents to the ground.
However, too many people were in the allied troops, and the three were already tired. So they could only watch as more than 3000 men rushed into the castle through the collapsed gate.
When those allied troops entered the castle, they saw a wheat field that had been fenced.
It was not a big field, perhaps only about 10 acres wide. There was crystal-like wheat planted in it, and they shone like gems. It did not seem as if they were grown for food; it was more like a work of art. The matured wheat attracted their attention.
“Am I seeing things? Is this really wheat? It’s my first time seeing crystal-like transparent wheat. I don’t know what it feels like to eat it.”
The men clicked their tongues in wonder.
They knew that Blackmoon Castle was rich, but they did not expect its inhabitants to eat different food than the commoners.
Some men approached the wheat field; they were prepared to pull some near-grown wheat from the field. Even though their manor lords told them to hand in any treasures they found, it did not mean they would not keep some hidden. They believed that their higher-ups would not be so strict with them. The crystal wheat from the farm had looked expensive. They only needed to pull two or three stalks to sell them.
More than 100 men acted. Since they were close to the field, they raised their feet and were about to step in.
They did not care whether the wheat was fully grown or not, nor did they have any intention of protecting the field.
Watson, who had been observing the surroundings, no longer hovered in the sky. Instead, he controlled his combat aura wings and promptly landed in front of those men.
“Great Water Elementals, listen to my call and grant me invincible soldiers! Silver Magic Water—Elemental Warrior’s Call!”
After Watson finished his chant, a dark cloud descended from the already gloomy sky. Thick and long water pillars fell from heaven and landed on the ground. They became three-meter-tall warriors made of blue waves. They held long spears and shields in their hands, and there were a hundred of them.
Those water-elemental warriors stood in front of the farm and lined up neatly. At the same time, they stabbed outward with their spears.
Chi!
Chi!
One could hear it as the spears pierced through the men’s flesh. Those men fell onto the ground like discarded wheat in front of the water-elemental warriors. Their chests were stabbed; blood flowed and dyed the ground red.
When the remaining men saw that, they stopped in their tracks. There were hints of respect in their expression.
Watson stood in front of the 100 water-elemental warriors; he looked like an emperor surrounded by his soldiers. He was only ten years old, and his expression was solemn. His azure blue eyes contained the sea, and the pair of golden wings on his back sparkled. The pressure he gave them was even stronger than Liszt, Allen, and Vincent combined.
“Everyone, don’t retreat! That is Young Master Watson of Blackmoon Castle. The battle will end once we capture him!”
“Master Wilber said that the person who can catch Watson would be rewarded with 1,000 gold coins and 100 Rainbow Phoenix Chicken eggs! If we can’t catch him, then we will also get some reward for killing him.”
The men from the allied troops shouted with their might. Those people were bronze-tier warriors under Wilder’s leadership. They were also the generals in that army. They were in charge of conveying Wilber’s words to keep morale up.
He mentioned 1,000 gold coins!
Plus, 100 Rainbow Phoenix Chicken eggs!
The men breathed heavily; they no longer retreated. Instead, they charged toward Watson.
The allied forces used their bodies to collide with the water-elemental warriors. Fresh blood sprayed, and it dyed the sky-blue water element into a bright red color.
The warriors pierced through the chests of those men with their long spears. The shields in their hands were raised as well to block their enemies’ attacks. Unfortunately, the allied troops had too many men. Soon, the warriors were overwhelmed as more swords cut through their liquid bodies. Finally, they fell onto the ground and evaporated into white mist.
The water-elemental warriors’ gigantic bodies, which were three-meter-tall, continued to shrink until it was two-meter-tall, then one-meter-tall…
Watson’s face gradually paled.
The magic that he cast could only last for a few minutes when he summoned a hundred warriors simultaneously.
He could feel the magic elements in his body had dissipated quickly before the water dried. Then, he immediately shouted, “Everyone, put down your weapons. I can let your trespass go today if you can give me Wilber, Zangwill, and the other manor owners. I will give each of you a Rainbow Phoenix Chicken egg so that you’ll have a chance to join the Blackmoon Castle.”
He tried to incite the men from the allied troops, but unfortunately, no one listened to him.
Watson had promised everyone a Rainbow Phoenix Egg, but Wilber had promised that the person who captured Watson would get 100 eggs. All the men believed that they would be the person to catch Watson, and they would get 1,000 gold coins and 100 eggs.
“Everyone, don’t listen to him! He’s lying to us!” A bronze-tier warrior shouted.
“It seems like you don’t intend to give up. Unfortunately, you’ve made the wrong choice.”
Watson’s expression turned cold. He raised his hand and removed the 100 water elemental warriors. Then he retracted his light-elemental combat aura wings. Two gray, eye-like streams of air appeared behind him. He teleported before he appeared dozens of meters away, and his right hand held the neck of a general.
That general was the bronze-tier elite who had shouted the loudest just moments ago.
At that moment, the general’s face was filled with fear as Watson kept his grip on the man. He was like a chicken that awaited his fate to be slaughtered.
He struggled violently, but he was unable to break free. He could not even make a sound. The gray streams of air whirled toward his muscular body. Then, he turned into a piece of meat and fell to the ground.
Teleportation!
He had killed the bronze-tier warrior instantly!
The men in the allied troops were filled with fear as they shuddered. They had discovered that Watson was not a silver-tier warrior but a gold-rank warrior!