Chapter 76
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Abel threw his ice magic sword into his Horadric cube. His power of the will was fully fixed on it, and soon a message appeared:
Big sword of frost (Normal)
Single hand damage: 3-7
Durability: 24/24
+1-2 ice damage, effect lasts for 2 seconds
The words "Big sword of frost (Normal)" was written in a bold blue font. It was unlike the single hand longsword before, which was entirely white. Turns out, that single hand longsword was considered as a white weapon, and this ice magic sword was considered as blue weapons, also known as magic weapons.
When Abel saw the font of the word "Frost" that appeared. He noticed it was the same style of font as the one from Diablo 2. "Frost" meaning damage caused by ice magic.
However, the original property of "10#Thul" rune suggested:
+3-14 ice damage
The effect lasts for 3 seconds
Ice defense increase by 30%
Due to the material used in the rune ink and the big sword, the effect remained at 1-2 damage, and it lasts for 1 second less. Abel had no idea how he could increase the power of this rune.
The new discovery had given Abel a lot of motivation, he picked up the single hand long sword with a tong and threw it into the furnace. After it had been heated, he took it out and put a hole in it.
He then repeated this process for 19 more times and ended up with 20 single-hand longswords with holes. Since he was in a hurry, and he did not rest at all during this process.
The process of writing runes was very smooth as well. Since his power of the will had increased tremendously, he could draw runes on 5 of these long sword before taking a rest. Just like that, he only spent the night, ruthlessly working until noon of the next day before all 20 long swords were finished.
Since Abel had been working nonstop, during lunchtime he sat in the dining hall of Harry castle viciously munching on a big bowl of leopard meat. The Lord of Marshall understood the reason behind Abel's lack of table manners, so he did not say a thing. He only looked at the often well mannered Abel gorging his food, with a smile.
"Uncle Marshall, I am a little hungry today." Said Abel as he noticed the attention of the Lord of Marshall. He suddenly realized the way he was eating was lacking in manners. Manners were very important on the dining table of nobles, and Abel was a bit ashamed of himself.
Normally Abel was very careful when it came to small details like these. He had been in this world for more than 2 years. Although he took precaution in the beginning, now, he found himself fitting in quite well. It was only after a day of intense labor when his power of the will could no longer function, did he forget about this little detail of manner.
"Don't worry about it. That's my boy" the Lord of Marshall exclaimed.
Since Abel had arrived at Harry castle, everything he did was very mature, so he had never been a worry to the Lord of Marshall. Because of this, The Lord of Marshall never really had any parenthood experience. When the topic of Abel came up during the conversations with his friends, he would always just say that Abel was very well behaved. He could not fully express the impose of being a stepfather.
The Knight of Bennett and the Lord of Marshall held a similar place in Abel's heart. When the Knight of Bennett first suggested that he wanted Abel to be adopted by the Lord of Marshall, Abel did not resist too much. This was because the Abel currently did not want to just replace the old Abel, and by being adopted by the Lord of Marshall, he could fully become the new Abel, an Abel that was more true to himself.
"Uncle Marshall, I am no longer a child," Abel emphasized. In this world, a 13-year-old was considered a young adult. He would not allow anyone to call him a kid. This was another way for Abel to come across as he had fully fit into this world. If he was still on earth, the adult Abel would never say such a thing.
"You are right, you are not a kid," said the Lord of Marshall, while laughing loudly.
"How're the magic weapons going?" Asked the Lord of Marshall, with a caring tone.
If things continued to escalate, it seemed like the wolf rider might attack Harry castle in 2 days. The latest news from the scout stated that a small group of wolf rider was roaming around outside Harvest City. But the Lord of Marshall's experience told him that, this was probably just the wolf rider's plan to keep the Harvest City military forces within the surrounding Harvest City. Viscount Dickens must have noticed this too, but he could not take the risk. Therefore, he was damned to continue guarding Harvest City with all his military force.
However, the Lord of Marshall was wrong to blame Viscount Dickens. In reality, Viscount Dickens sensed the presence of a wolf rider who possessed the same fighting ability as a commander knight roaming outside the city walls. That's why he was not willing to send any military force outside of Harvest City.
At the same time, the head commander wolf rider would not show itself easily. It knew that the moment he showed himself would be the time where he would fight to the death with Viscount Dickens. This was the responsibility of Viscount Dickens, all the luxury of being a ruler of the city came with a price, and that was protecting the city and its citizens with all his will.
If Viscount Dickens had sent some people to support Harry castle, it would lower the chance of him winning against this head commander wolf rider. He could not take this risk for the entire city, just for the safety of a single castle.
"The 20 single-handed long sword was almost complete. We should be able to give them to the knights along with a shield by tomorrow," Abel said, as he placed his cutlery on the table.
"Wow, that's quick. Even though we are in a hurry, you should take care of your body too!" Said the Lord of Marshall. He felt like there was no way he could change Abel's crazy working style.
"It's nothing compared to the time where I was making that bull carriage for you." Said Abel with a smile, as he whipped the oil of his cheeks with a napkin.
"Cough cough" the Lord of Marshall began to blush upon hearing these words of Abe. He then proceeded to say, "the past few days I've been trying to get used to my new armor and weapons. If they are as good as before, there is no way the wolf riders can penetrate our castle. They will pay for what they had done"
Suddenly, the Lord of Marshall thought of the Knight of Saroya again. He continued to say "the other two elite knights that fought against the orcs, the Knight of Bennett and the Knight of Hopper, have also been attacked. Luckily they were prepared for it, and they safely returned to Harvest City with only some light injuries.
"What a bunch of arrogant wolf riders!" Said Abel, with a slight hint of anger in his voice.
This area was located in the center of the human world, so it should be the safest place for humans. However, due to the series of orcs attack, it had sent anxiety into every home around here.
"I had heard the news that the elites from Duchy of Carmel had been ordered come here, but still, it would take at least 3 days. So if he can stay strong in these 3 days, everything will be fine" said the Lord of Marshall.
"Finally, there's some good news, but 3 days are more than enough time for the wolf rider to finish their good deeds, can't the elites come faster?" Abel complained.
The Lord of Marshall then explained "It's already the fastest they can go. The closest big city from here is Sidor city, even for them, 3 days is very fast. The country elites who come from Bakong city might take even longer, but of course, this is one of the fastest elite recruitment. Apparently it was a worgen who had killed prince Wyatt, so King Astor George was extremely angry. When he heard that the worgens started to attack again, he immediately began to recruit a large number of elites from all the big cities."
Abel felt an odd sense of happiness lurking within him. He was the one who actually killed a prince Wyatt, but he successfully blamed it on the worgens. Now, the King wanted to seek revenge by sending help, and the person he was sending help was exactly the person who had killed his son.
After Abel finished his lunch, he requested the servants to deliver the food straight to his operation room during dinner time. After he finished his dinner, he continued working again.
After 20 times of diamond installation, and 20 times of the power of the will guiding, 20 single-handed longswords were complete.
Abel then put one of these 20 long swords into the Horadric Cube. He concentrated on it with his power of the will, and these statistics appeared:
Single-handed long sword (normal)
Single-handed damage: 2-3
Durability: 24/24
+1-2 ice damage, effect lasts for 2 seconds
The world "Single-handed long sword (normal)" was written in a bold blue font, which meant that it was a qualified magic weapon.
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Chapter 77: 77
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Abel was about to draw the "12# SOL Thor" rune on to the shields. It stated that it could absorb impacts. Not only that, But Abel had discovered its ability to absorb impact was greater than the game had suggested.
It took another day until Abel could finish drawing the runes, and installing diamonds on to all 20 of these shields.
When he threw the shield into the Horadric cube, these statistics appeared:
Absorption round shield (normal)
Defense: 5
Durability: 12/12
Absorb physical impact -3
Although the blue font suggested that this was a magic shield, it could not fully unleash the power of the rune and achieve the ultimate "absorb physical impact 7".
Abel thought that this was a bit strange. According to what Master Sorin Oakenshield had said, this shield should be considered as a golden weapon. But the Horadric cube still showed that it was a normal magic weapon. Abel guessed, maybe this was due to the different interpretations of 2 worlds.
Abel tried his best to resist his exhaustion. He opened the front door of the operation room and demanded that the 20 knight servants come inside.
The 20 knight servants excitedly entered the legendary blacksmith master operation room. Immediately, they were stunned by the single-handed long sword and round shields that were scattered on the floor. Before they had entered, they already knew that everything in here was a magic weapon, but still, it was the first time they had seen a pile of them together. It was also the first time they had seen someone just carelessly put these magic weapons on the ground.
Everyone began to pick up their long sword and shield from the ground. Although they all looked similar, every knight could clearly identify their own weapons due to their intermediate relationship with their weapons.
Abel began to speak "All of these long swords were been turned into ice magic swords. When you strike your enemies with it, it will not only slow them down but also hurt them with ice magic. In regards to the round shields, they now have the ability to absorb physical impacts. So as long as you have this shield, an elite knight or below will not be able to hurt you." Abel was still a bit unsatisfied with these shields. They were only 80 skills after all, which might not be able to withstand the attack of an elite knight, but it should be fine against anyone with an intermediate occupation.
"Thank you, my lord. I will pledge my life to protect the castle," the 20 knight servants shouted in unison as they kneeled on one knee. Their eyes flashed with a fiery passion of excitement. No matter what occupation, every fighter held an ultimate passion for their weapons. Let alone a magic weapon, no, 2 magic weapons, one for attack and one for defense.
"Let's keep it a secret!" Abel added. From the outside, it's very difficult to tell that these weapons were magic weapons. Their effects would only unleash during battles.
There were actually 2 reasons why Abel wanted to keep this secret. One reason was that, if people realized even knight servants could attain a piece of magic weapons, they might think they were very easy to make. Therefore, causing a drop in market value. Another reason what reason was that it was better to catch the enemies off guard, that way these weapons could fully take advantage of its power.
Abel let the 20 knight servants go back to defending the castle, while he went back to his room. Just like that, he rested for half a day, the intensive rune drawing session had drained almost all energy in his body. He had pushed his power of the will to the ultimate limit.
When Abel had woken up again, it was already night time. Immediately, he went back to the operating room. There were still 3 exploding big swords and 1 super exploding big sword he needs to finish.
He already had all the material required on the spot, there was around 10 big sword of 120 skills with gem holes, just casually lying on the ground. All he needed to do was to rank up the rune ink. After he converted a bunch of them into intermediate rank, he began rune drawing. The process was simple as always. As he was guiding the runes he purposefully added some more random rune paths to it. He only installed the red gem in the last step.
Abel had gotten a lot more creative this time around, he intentionally picked a fire magic sword to increase its exploding power, he also purposefully chosen the intermediate rune ink to help the fire magic spread more easily.
Most of all, he had chosen the 120 skills iron base because it could make the explosion more vicious. According to the experience he gained from assassinating Prince Wyatt, the previous version of his exploding big sword could already penetrate the defense of an elite knight. Therefore, after these upgrades of the better iron base, high-quality rune ink, should be able to badly injured an elite knight, if not blow the life of them.
Abel emptied his Horadric cube. He took out the scroll of town portal and locked it in a box. He began guiding the exploding big sword with his power of the will, as soon as the sound of shattering glass began to appear. Abel quickly shoved the exploding big sword into the Horadric Cube. The Horadric cube could freeze time, which allowed the big sword to maintain at a state before the massive explosion.
At first, Abel was a little skeptic when it came to making this super exploding big sword. Despite his previous one being made with a 100 skills iron base, it already had an earth-shaking power of the explosion. This time, he would need to make one with a 120 skills iron base. If something had gone wrong, the entire Harry castle would be blown into pieces.
But Abel had no choice, he was on the road of no return. If things had gone wrong, at least he could end in mutual destruction with the enemy. In regards to Harry castle… he no longer cared. Abel clenched his teeth, he began to draw a fire rune on to a big sword of 120 skills. At this point, it was easier for him to draw a perfect rune than intentionally drawing one incorrectly.
Abel then took out a perfect red gem and stared at the gorgeous brilliant red color of the gem. Who could have guessed, in a flash of a second such beauty could turn into a nightmarish force of destruction.
The super exploding big sword he made last time was an ice magic one. This time, it was a fire magic one, so Abel was fully aware of its power of destruction. If he could not control its power properly, the only purpose for this super exploding big sword was to give mutual destruction for him and his enemy. This thing was way too dangerous, it might even injure innocent people.
Abel gave out a sigh and placed the perfect red gem into the gem hole. As he was guiding it with his power of will, a massive amount of fire magic power rushed towards his power of the will like an exploding volcano. If he was still an amateur, or if his power of the will had never developed, it might get completely blown away by this massive amount of fire magic power. Soon, the super exploding big sword began to shine in white light. It seemed like it was about to be completed, but Abel did not relax in the slightest bit. He unwaveringly locked his power of the will on to the super exploding big sword.
The white light flashed for a few more times before it turned into red light. The red light intensified. It was so bright Abel could no longer even open his eye to examine the condition of the super exploding big sword. Luckily, Abel still had a lot of power of the will leftover, he continued to ruthlessly lock it on to the super exploding big sword. He felt that everyone was still under control.
Alongside the blinking red light, the originally rigid body of the big sword of 120 skills began to vibrate. It seemed like with was trying to withstand this vicious force of fire magic. Although the 120 skills iron base had already exceeded the strength limit of iron, it was still normal iron. These types of materials were essentially not a match for this massive amount of fire magic. As the vibration intensified, Abel sensed the surface of the sword was beginning to crack through his power of the will.
A quick jerk with his power of the will, the super exploding big sword had completely disappeared. Soon, it reappeared in the Horadric Cube.
Abel let out a breath of relief, this thing was very different from normal exploding big swords. Although normal exploding big swords were very powerful, he still felt confident about escaping its explosion, but this thing…. it was beyond Abel's imagination.
During the making process, Abel had already sensed that this fire magic super exploding big sword was a lot more destructive than his previous ice magic one.
Abel still did not know how perfect red gems like the one just used could even exist. If a wizard had seen how he had just treated one of them, the wizard would definitely choke Abel to death.
These perfect rank gems, especially the ones combined with the Horadric cube was considered as the most powerful, pure, irreplaceable gem in this world. Therefore one could say, the number of gems like this could be produced was hopelessly small.
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Chapter 78
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ClangClangClang
As the loud and rushed noise of the bell spread across every corner of the Harry Castle, Abel began to lose focus on the base that he was forging. It was a 120 skill base that he was making, but would only take a second for him to accidentally snap it into two.
Abel threw the broken sword away with his thong. He rushed out of the workshop and ran towards the plaza inside Harry Castle.
"What happened?" Abel grabbed one of the guards and asked.
"Worgens were discovered outside the fort, sir Abel," the guard quickly gave a bow to Abel.
Abel stopped the guard before he was about to leave, "Come with me. I need you to help me put my armor up."
Regardless of its type, wearing armor was a very effortful thing to do for knights. Abel didn't have his own underling knights. The twenty men Marshall sent him were more like bodyguards than underlings, so it got weird if Abel were to order them to do anything other than fighting.
If Abel were to have his own underling knights, he would have a lot less things to concern himself with. Underling knights could do many things for him, such as helping out with chores, maintaining armors and weapons, taking care of horses, changing armor for his master, supplying extra weapons, and etc.
Despite the amount of potential Abel had shown, not a lot of people knew that he was already an official knight. Honestly, he preferred not telling people. Most people who found out were pretty strong themselves (e.g. Dickens), and they knew how hard it was for Abel if they revealed his true powers.
Abel was just a little over 170cm in height. The blue armor he was wearing was a perfect fit for him. It was the right weight, too. It wasn't heavy enough to slow down his movements.
Apart from his armour, Abel also had his ice magic sword on his back. In his right hand was a red-based shield with the unicorn crest on it. Lastly, he's held a five-meter, 300-pound lance in his left hand. These were the equipment he was wielding when he was climbing the Harry Castle wall.
"You've come, Abel," Lord Marshall greeted in his golden bull armor. For a man who had been waiting for a Worgen invasion for days, he seemed very relaxed at the moment.
"Any changes on the battlefield, Uncle marshall?" Abel asked. As calm as Lord Marshall seemed, his eyes were clearly strained with bloodshot. Besides, the golden bull armor takes a lot of time to wear. Maybe Marshall just hadn't taken it off for the past few days.
"Those worgens are starting to gather up. Apparently, they want to assemble a unit powerful enough to play a game of cat and mouse with us!" Marshall replied, then turned towards his men with loud laughter, "So we are the mice, and these dogs want to be the cat! "Fine, then," I say. We'll just knock their fangs out when that happens!"
In contrast to the serious atmosphere back then, the soldiers suddenly began to laugh out loudly. Abel knew Lord Marshall was trying to cheer them up. If these guards were too anxious about the upcoming battle, they wouldn't even perform half as good as they normally would. "Where are the knight servants?" Abel suddenly realized and asked. Shouldn't these men be inside the fort at a time like this?
"Oh, they are inside a secret tunnel outside the fort," Lord Marshall replied, "These worgens don't know what formations are, so when they all gather up, we'll teach them a lesson in military tactics."
Lord Marshall seemed very confident about that. Out of the five high-ranked wolfriders that were already discovered, he was sure he could take two to three of them (with his two magic swords and the golden bull armour, of course). And, while not a lot of people knew how strong Abel was, Marshall could tell how strong he was by practicing with him very frequently.
Not just that, Abel also crafted magic weapons for the twenty knight servants. He didn't forge the swords and round shields himself, per se, but the magic he enchanted on them was just as powerful as any other of his work.
If Lord Marshall was to use an ordinary weapon, he couldn't even defeat any one of the knight servants with a magic weapon in hand. Any attacks would be futile against a shield that was strengthened with magic. After an attack was neutralised, the ice magic sword would slow its enemy down for an endless stream of consecutive attacks. There was nothing you could do once you've been caught by it.
That being said, Lord Marshall wasn't planning to let these knight servants face the high-ranked wolfriders. He was very much in agreement with what Abel's saying. As strong as the magic on the round shields were, any powerful attack could easily destroy the material that they were built from.
It took time to activate magic effects. When a weapon hit a shield, the shield had to be strong enough to take the hit before the magic runes started doing anything. Technically speaking, an eighty skill round shield was clearly flawed in their design.
Still, a small unit of twenty knight servants could launch a very devastating sneak attack to those worgens, who were ignorant of the powers of magic weapons they had. The first strike would be the most deadly one. From Lord Marshall's point of view, instead of having the knight servants inside the castle for defense and no offense, he would much rather use this firepower for a surprise attack on the battlefront.
About 100 meters outside Harry Castle, more and more wolfriders were starting to gather up. Eventually, they stopped appearing on the battlefield.
"Five high-ranked wolfriders, fifty intermediate wolfriders, and one hundred beginner wolfriders. They are going big, aren't they?" Lord Marshall exclaimed.
It was noon now. Instead of choosing nighttime, which would've given them a lot more advantages, these prideful worgens chose to attack Harry Castle in the middle of the day.
"Don't worry about them if there isn't a commander," Abel commented. After seeing those wolfriders himself, he started feeling a lot less anxious.
These wolfriders from the Woolf family were very easy to recognize. Five of the high-ranked wolfriders were wearing steel armor plates, and fifty of the intermediate wolfriders were wearing leather armor plates. The 100 low-ranked wolfriders were not wearing any protection on them at all, which reflected how much shortage the Orc Empire was in for armors. In the human world, every official knight would be granted his own armor, weapons, and other gear accordingly.
All of the wolfriders had long spears as their weapons. While the appearance of those spears was all the same, the low-ranked wolfriders had ones with less metal in them. The intermediate and high-ranked wolfriders had either more metal in the spears or pure metal in the spears.
"Would you dare to go out now, boy? Why don't we rush out and hunt them down?" Lord Marshall called out. As he said this in his shiny golden bull armor, he was like a god of war in front of the soldiers standing on the wall.
"You bet!" Abel replied excitedly.
"Send out the horses!" Lord Marshall shouted to his men.
Pretty soon, two war horses, wearing half-body armor plates were sent out. These two mars were just recently bought from the Duchy of Thunder. Because of how heavy the golden bull armor and Abel's 300-pound lance were, regular horses weren't strong enough to ride them around.
With the help of the knight servants, the two got up on the horses fairly quickly. As Abel sat on his one, he rubbed its back with his hand for a bit. He hadn't ridden it much after it was bought, so the most he could do now was improvise as he goes.
As the war horses trotted away from the castle, Abel intentionally rode his one behind Lord Marshall. He whispered the enchantments as softly as he could, and a peculiar aura began to surround himself and his horse. Apart fro Abel, there wasn't anyone else who possessed the Power of the Will. If there was, that person would feel a very overwhelming and distant force coming towards him.
Abel was already used to this. Every time he massaged Black Wind with his mount enhancement technique, he would feel the same suffocating force with his sixth sense.
The more Abel used his mount enhancement technique on his horse, the more he began to gain an understanding of its spirit.
From what he could see, this was a very innocent and pure horse, which was destined to be a war horse since it was born. For all the training it had received, its sole purpose was to serve the knight it was supposed to carry. From its simple perspective, it was nothing but a part of its rider.
The more Abel read its mind, the more he felt moved by its unconditional trust towards mankind. How can a creature maintain such spirituality and humility? Without such qualities, no knights would be strong enough to survive on the battlefield.
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Chapter 79
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Abel was getting slower. Lord Marshall could feel it. He turned around to tell Abel to hurry up, but what he saw had him in total shock.
Every time Abel's horse staggered for a bit, Abel moved in the same direction slightly with his body. It was like their bodies were synchronized. Forget about Lord Marshall. Such horsemanship would not be expected from someone who was born on a horse. Again, Abel has proved himself to be in a completely different league from the rest of mankind.
"I'm ready, Uncle Marshall," Abel smiled as he finished performing his mount enhancing technique.
Abel felt really good right now. He had never been so intimate with his war horse before, and nothing could calm him and his partner down except for a good, long race.
"Open the gate!"
As Lord called for the gate to be opened, several guards came and lowered the castle gate. They quickly shut it back after Abel and Marshall went through.
As the two went out of Harry Castle, the low-ranked wolfriders started howling towards them. They wanted to spring at the two humans right away, but their commanders stood stationary at their posts. "Don't start the attack," their instincts told them.
As Marshal and Abel's horses started trotting instead of galloping, Abel could feel himself very excited for the upcoming battle. Again, it wasn't just him. His horse was ready for action, too. He could feel every inch of its muscles bulging at the sight of the wolfriders in front of them.
As Abel's horse began to accelerate, it quickly went ahead of Lord Marshall and charged straight towards the wolfriders. Yes, it went solo into the enemy troops, and everyone was watching Abel from inside the Harry Castle. They did not know what their young master was planning, but they certainly felt admiration for his brave decision.
"Combat qi!" Lord Marshall screamed at the top of his lungs, and white combat qi started flashing out his body. Actually, because he was wearing the golden bull armor, it looked more golden than white, which was the color it was supposed to be.
Abel, too, screamed as he released his combat qi. Unlike the one his uncle pretended to have, his combat qi actually had the color gold to it. No one could tell, though. He was wearing a blue set of armor, so blue was the color that was reflected. Besides, since the sun above them was so bright, Lord Marshall looked more like the real deal than him.
"The knight's charging on a horse technique!"
Almost simultaneously, Marshall and Abel screamed out the name of the Harry family's secret technique. Suddenly, the speed of their horses was doubled as they charged faster towards the enemy troops. Both of them had dropped their helmets by this point. As the sun shone upon them, two streaks of light, one blue and one gold flew straight towards the same direction.
The wolfriders saw this and all howled at once. It was a matchup of 2 against 150, and neither side was backing down. As disadvantaged as the knights appeared to be, they were becoming faster and more ready at every instance.
Out of the 150 wolfriders that were charging towards Abel and Marshall, a high-ranked wolfrider was taking the lead. While the rest of them were yet to make contact, he was already facing Abel by himself. He didn't think much of Abel, whose build was much smaller than his. For orcs like him, brute force was all that mattered in a fight.
Just when the two were about to clash their weapons against each other, Abel swung his lance and let the wolfrider take the first strike. He wasn't going for a block. Instead, he was going to dodge the hit because he knew it wasn't going to hit him.
Abel was right. He was too fast for his opponent. Within a blink of an eye, his lance was already through the wolfrider's chest. It was like a hot knife cutting butter. The wolfrider wanted to resist, but he clearly had no way to make a defense.
Abel's lance was not a regular wooden one. A wooden lance was meant for pushing back the enemy. It was a one-time weapon, something that would be destroyed right after it had done what it was designed to do. The one Abel was wielding was a steel one. Its base was hammered for 120 times before it was set into shape. It was a very heavy piece, but unlike most people, his muscles were sturdy enough to wave it around.
The wolfrider was stabbed in his heart. As strong as the worgens were, a stab to the heart was more than enough to kill them instantly. Abel didn't stop, though. As the wolfrider's corpse hung on his lance, he continued to speed up his horse towards his enemies.
A few arrows were shot at Abel, but with the armor that he was wearing, all of them. Abel didn't even pay any attention to them. He was more focused on his second target, which was an intermediate wolfrider that was coming at him.
Unlike its dead superior, the intermediate wolfrider decided to parry away Abel's lance with its spear. It was a bad choice. Excluding the weight of the dead worgen, there was about 300 pound of weight in Abel's lance. A quick fling with it was quite enough to break the worgen's spear into two.
The rest was pretty obvious. As Abel had his power of the Will fully turned on, he could clearly feel the wolfrider's bones tearing up and smashed into dust. Even its organs were starting to turn into mush. Pretty soon, its dead body, too, was skewered along with the high-ranked wolfrider.
Despite having two dead worgens on his lance, Abel was not slowing down at all. Because of how fast he was going, both he and his horse were drenched with the blood of the dead worgens.
Another one. Another one. Fourth one. Fifth one. Abel was finally stopped after he charged towards the fifth wolfrider. If it wasn't for the Harry family's secret knight's technique, he would've had to stop at two or three.
Lord Marshall stopped his horse as he had finally reached Abel. Whilst chasing behind Abel, he's also killed a few wolfriders on his way.
"Now that's more like it!" Lord Marshall screamed frantically. For him, it felt like he was going back to the battle against the Orcs. He was much younger at the time. Much more impulsive and vigorous, too.
Lord Marshall watched as Abel flung out the five dead worgens out of his lance. It was a frightening thing to look at on the battlefield. Fortunately for him, they were fighting on the same side.
"To battle!" Lord Marshall called, and twenty of the bodyguard knights appeared from the underground tunnel. While they were all trained in horse-riding, their decided to fight on foot because they were more used to that.
Even now, the advantage was on the side of the worgens. As efficient as Abel and Marshall were in their attacks, they still had a much greater number than their human foes. That being said, because Abel managed to kill a high-ranking wolfrider by himself, everyone watching from Harry Castle were assured of their victory.
The crowds were starting to quiet down as they looked at what's happening on the battlefield. Up next, it was the most gruesome and crucial of all, close-range melee combat to the death.
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Chapter 80
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All the wolfriders had their eyes on Abel, the short, underage knight who was wielding a ridiculously large lance with him. They could tell that he was a novice knight, but something about him didn't add up.
Sure, Abel was a novice knight, but what kind of novice knight could kill five wolfriders in an instant? One high-ranked wolf rider. One intermediate wolf rider. Three novice wolfriders. That's five in less than a second, and a child did it.
The horse that Abel was riding on was becoming much more agitated than before. It seemed kind of relaxed back then, but the testosterone was starting to kick in.
"My honor is my life!" Abel screamed, and his horse sped up into the wolfriders' troop. The large, heavy lance in his hand was like a demon's hand, flicking away everything that it had scraped. Because of Abel's terrible strength (and the effect of the lance itself), tens of wolfriders were sent flying away from their position.
Twenty of the bodyguard knights started lining up their formation. Once they were ready, they slowly trekked towards the remaining wolfriders. After witnessing Abel's bold display, the Knight of Marshall, too, chanted out the battle cry "my honor is my life" and charged towards his enemies.
If it was about engaging in direct conflict, the Knight of Marshall was much more experienced than Abel. The way he killed his enemies might not be as flashy, but the golden bull armor he was wearing was quite invincible against almost any attack.
Under the command of their superiors, the novice wolfriders howled and charged towards Abel. They couldn't match him with their skills, but they could sacrifice their bodies to slow down his movements.
And that's what they did. As several of the low-ranked wolfriders clung themselves onto Abel's lance, they have effectively sacrificed their lives to slow down his movements. If Abel wanted to, he could throw them all away in just one swing, but he clearly had no time to do that. With the little time that the wolfriders had stopped him for, a high-ranked wolf rider struck towards his chest with its long spear.
Clang.
But the armor was simply too durable to be penetrated. It was a devastating discovery for the wolfriders, as it had cost them so many casualties just to have the opportunity for an attack. Sadly for them, it was all the chance that they were getting. With one sweep of his five-meter lance, Abel killed all the wolfrider that were within his reach.
The wolfriders that were fighting Marshall also had the same problem. With all the resources on their side, they still couldn't manage to do any damage to him. It was a frustrating situation for them, and a miserable one at that.
By now, all twenty of the bodyguard knights have already entered into the battlefield. As veterans who have come back from the war against the orcs, they were all fierce warriors who had a record to prove their worth.
After struggling for a while, the wolfriders decided to draw their forces away from Lord Marshall and Abel. With a fraction of their troops keeping these two busy, the rest of them were aimed to destroy the small unit of the bodyguard knights.
As the twenty humans were obviously in the warrior class, the wolfriders did not think that they would be wearing any powerful gears that could withstand their attacks. Even the orcs knew how valuable a magic weapon would be. There was just no way that it would be equipped by regular bodyguards.
"With my long sword in hand,
My eyes towards the front,
I am forged into steel.
With my shield closes towards me, it guards my beating heart.
As long as the unicorn is on my chest,
I shall not waver,
My banner shall remain.
With the sound of horns echoed across the field,
And my blade flashing with blood,
The path before me shall be opened and clear!"
As the bodyguard knights began to sing their war song, the wolfriders struck their spears into their enemies' small shields. They were a lot of screaming and sounds of metal clashing against each other, but the formation of the bodyguard knights did not change at all.
With the spears completely deflected, the bodyguard knights continued to sing their songs with a volume that could be heard from a mile away. These men were very organized in their teamwork. With ten of them in the front row making space for the ten in the back, the ten in the back struck with their long swords towards the enemies at the front.
Two of the wolfriders that were too slow to react to this. As their bodies were stabbed by the blades, a thin layer of ice came out and slowed down their movements. Things were as bad it could get for them, as even these warriors were equipped with ice magic weapons.
With just two seconds left, the ten bodyguard knights who charged forward did not continue with their attacks but instead guarded themselves with their defensive position. The other ten, on the other hand, stopped defending themselves and began launching their attacks with their combat qi. Within a blink of an eye, two of the wolfriders were shot in the head and died immediately.
After the bodyguard Knights finished their attack, they returned to their defending position and started recharging their combat qi, and the other ten began to launch their own attack. Wave after wave, they pressed onto their enemies like an unending flood. If it weren't for the magic equipment they were wearing, such formation would be very risky against the powerful wolfriders.
Like knights, warriors were a very legitimate class to be in. That being said. However, they did not engage in the same kind of systematic training as the knights when it comes to practicing their combat qi. While knights fed themselves with large amounts of food since when they were young, warriors had to rely on regular food to maintain their bodies.
The resulting combat qi would be very different for the two classes. While warriors were very explosive in their release, they could not maintain their qi for too much time, and often had to wait for their internal energy to be recharged. Knights, on the other hand, were much more durable because of the stamina they had trained for. In terms of explosiveness, the knights were also better than the warriors on average.
Technically speaking, the warriors were inferior to the knights, but they were often the unit that was the most commonly used on the battlefield. Knights were much harder to train, so many of the military tactics present were designed for the warriors. The 'tide formation' was a classic example. Whilst using this formation, the warriors were required to put their utmost trust in their comrades. When attacking, they ought to use up all their energies without reserve. When defending, they must do all they could to block any attack for their partners.
If the high-ranked wolfriders were trying to attack the bodyguard knights, Abel and Marshall would keep them in check by chasing them down. Pretty soon, each one of them was able to trap two of the high-ranked wolfriders from assisting their comrades.
To be honest, Abel was not happy to be in this situation. The mount wolves were simply too agile for him to make any killing blow. No wonder they were so suitable in guerilla warfare.
"I hope you grow up soon, Black Wind," Abel prayed in his mind. If he was riding on a fully grown mount wolf right now, these wolfriders wouldn't have been fighting him so easily as they were.
After blocking a sword with his shield, Abel used his lance to pick up a wolf riders spear from the ground. He then released his gold combat qi and transferred about 7000 pounds of force from his lance into the spear. When the knight's lance was fully charged, he threw the spear with the firepower of a small missile.
And a missile it truly was. Whilst flying through the air, the spear went through two of the wolf riders and disappeared into the horizon. As effective as this method was, Abel decided to try it again. Pretty soon, another wolfrider over the distance had a hole punched through its neck.
The two high-ranked wolfriders facing against Abel looked at each other for a bit. Suddenly, they howled towards the sky and called for their underlings. Instead of attacking Abel himself, all the forces were now diverted into the horse he was riding on.
Such a way of attacking was quite rare to see. Whether it was the humans or the orcs, mounts were a very cherished resource even on the battlefield. If a wolfrider's mount wolf did not launch an attack, most human knights wouldn't bother to attack it directly.
"Mounts were not to be attacked." This was an unspoken rule that was established many centuries ago. Abel knew about it, which made him even angrier about what these wolfriders were doing.
Abel turned his head and looked for the bodyguard knights. After checking for the distance between him and them, he swung his lance around and forced the wolfriders to back away from him. As no one dared to make a move on him, he took the time to jump down from his war horse and patted it on the back.
Abel was telling his horse to leave. The horse understood this, then neighed as it ran outside the battlefield. Obviously, the wolfriders were free to do whatever they wanted with it, but they didn't bother to attack a vacant war horse with nobody riding on top of it.
Abel had a grim look on his face as he resumed his fight these wolfriders. After blocking several spears that were struck at him, he threw away his shield and picked up one of them from the ground. One of the spears managed to land a hit on him, but he didn't really care about it. With a swing of his arm, he shot one of the wolfriders down in its eyes. After that, he picked another lance and repeated the same process.
That's right. Abel didn't care to defend himself. The armor he was wearing has made him completely immune to these wolfriders.
Another lance was thrown, and with that, another wolfrider was taken down. Since there wasn't any weapon that he could find near him, Abel picked up some rocks and threw it towards his enemies. With arms as strong as his, the power that was released was the same as that of a mini catapult. He was very accurate, too. Every piece that he threw managed to take down another wolfrider to the ground.