Chapter 96: Arriving at Bakong City
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"These men tried to attack my friends, Master Abel, so I chopped off their heads as their punishment!" Head commander Hopkins sneered.
Abel knew that it was possible to arrest everyone who had plotted against him within one night. However, to find the source of the plot, as well as preparing to attack the mercenary group, It had to be an extremely powerful intelligence service to accomplish such a task. Though that insignificant lord was apart of the plot against Abel, he was killed for such a small matter. This would certainly bring about a lot of trouble for head commander Hopkins in the future.
To deal with a punishment like this, head commander Hopkins was required to submit a request to the noble arbitral tribunal. However, with such a respected title, the noble arbitral tribunal must've processed his case quickly. Head commander Hopkins had killed a lord so that he could finish this matter before Abel had left Mawa city. Even if he was just an ordinary lord without the coat of arms, it was still a troublesome matter.
"I accept your kindness, head commander Hopkins, and all you have done for me have shown that you are a true friend of mine." Abel smiled, bowed, straightened up, and continued, "I'm sure your noble self will receive a gift from your friend gift in return."
With that, Abel returned to his carriage, took out a fire magic sword, held it out to head commander Hopkins.
Head commander Hopkins then promptly stepped forward, took the sword from Abel with both hands, and said with a laugh, "I am honored by your friendship!"
Presenting a weapon as a gift between two knights was a traditional method of making friends for knights. When a knight handed their weapon to another knight, it symbolized the idea of one individual requesting to become another's true friend, and if the other knight accepted the weapon, their friendship meant that they were now as close as brothers. This kind of ceremony was sacred in the tradition of the knight's etiquette for many years. It was considered as the most stable founding steps for a good friendship.
When head commander Hopkins took the weapon from Abel, the two's friendship immediately heated up. Head commander Hopkins then took Abel by the hand and said, "Master Abel, I've only just realized that you were in Mawa city, so I don't even know what kind of gift I can give you now."
Suddenly, the commander clapped his hands, and ten guards who wore black armor came out behind head commander Hopkins. "The current situation in Bakong city doesn't look too good. I don't think you brought enough men with you. Hereby I will give you these ten beginner warriors; their life and death are up to you now."
With a wave of the hand of head commander Hopkins, the ten black-armored warriors came up to Abel, fell on one knee. They said in unison, "the Lord of Abel, we dare to die for the Lord of Abel!"
Of course, Abel would not refuse the kindness of head commander Hopkins, as their friendship had just begun; it was an ordinary matter to exchange gifts to one another. Then, with a serious look on Abel's face, he placed his hands onto the guards and helped them up. These black-armored soldiers were so fierce that they could be recognized within seconds as veterans fighters.
Abel was a little shocked by how generous head commander Hopkins was. These private soldiers who were willing to die for their masters weren't easy to train. Looking at their age, they look ten years younger than his knight servants. But to have these kinds of might at these ages, they must be the finest of the finest.
The Lord of Marshall was standing behind Abel, not moving forward. This was because the Lord of Marshall was far too off in terms of his status with head commander Hopkins, so he was only able to admire Abel, with a smile that filled up his face.
When Abel's team of carriage left Mawa city, all of the mercenaries let out a sigh of relief. Due to Abel's presence, the entire city had been at war. Mercenaries speaking to one another had to be aware of others hearing them. Especially for the mercenaries who were tracking for Abel's locations, they had disappeared overnight in Mawa city.
The rest of their journey was quite smooth, with a carriage team of more than 30 beginner soldiers as well as the coat of arms on the front of The Lord Of Marshall's super bull carriage that effectively prevented the attack of some greedy bastards. After 12 days, the team of carriages finally reached its destination, Bakong city, the capital of the Duchy of Carmel.
Abel had never imagined a city would be so gigantic. With a wall that was more than 50 meters high walls that made all attackers despair. Every hundred meters had a cylindrical fortification that was connected to the wall when the carriage approached the city; he realized that all of the walls are built with large boulders and were assembled. Moreover, there were barely any visible cracks with the stones and rocks, only the walls were able to impress Abel immensely.
The city gate outside Bakong city was bustling with noises. There were many vendors in the stands, as well as people lining up to enter the city. For the nobles, there was a passage that allowed them to enter directly. As they entered, there was a small group of guards who carefully inspected at The Lord of Marshall's coat of arms and documents. Of course, these actions were done by the two stewards as the guards wouldn't allow a noble to handle these small matters.
After some formality, the convoy entered the famous city of which Abel had heard for so long. Led by the Lord of Marshall's bull carriage, Abel sat in the carriage with the window opened as he looked around the city curiously.
As the team of carriage entered the city, the look of the huge streets immediately attracted the attention of Abel. The ground was paved with the same materials used by the walls of the city. Furthermore, the road was so large that it allowed eight horse carriages to pass by. There were no vendors and stands like the ones he saw outside the city. Both sides of the street were filled with shops with a uniformed layout, and every one of them was packed with people. It was such a flourishing city.
The walls of white stone, along with the roofs of red tiles, formed the unique style of the city.
What surprised Abel most was the sanitation. Almost every city he visited in the past, big or small, had the same problem, bad sanitation. But Bakong city felt clean and tidy. There was zero garbage on the floor, which was a breath of fresh air compared to other cities.
The carriage team moved along slowly. It turned out that a carriage that was considered super luxurious in Harvest city or Mawa city was just normal here. Almost every noble carriage here was extremely luxurious. Since they had arrived, Abel had already seen several carriages embedded with gold, silver, and precious stones passing by him.
The Lord of Marshall's made a turn at the front and entered another street. The Abel's carriage followed. As soon as his carriage entered the other street, a cool breeze blew upon Abel. He examined his surroundings, the street he was on now neatly laid out with small red concrete blocks. The entire ground of the street was filled with red, with tall copper buckets placed on each side. This street could fit up to 6 carriages, and it was entirely shaded with trees
As soon as the carriage team entered the street, Abel realized there was a group of guards. When they saw the coat of arms on the Lord of Marshall's bull carriage, they motioned for the bull carriage to pass through.
On both sides of the red-colored street, among the trees, there was a visible house with a courtyard. There was also a white wall with a red roof, but the walls and columns of each courtyard were carved with various patterns, making the entire street full of wealth, with a noble artistic atmosphere.
The Lord of Marshall's cart stopped ahead of them, Abel's slowed to a halt. The Lord of Marshall was already standing by the side of the road waiting for them as Abel and Lorraine stepped off the carriage with the Black wind on him.
"Abel, this is the Triumph boulevard. This was where you had gotten the courtyard from prince Wyatt. I've already sent people over to collect this courtyard as well as the manor house outside the Bakong city," Said Lord Marshall, with great pleasure.
Only then did Abel remember that this was the 1000-yard where the dead prince Wyatt had bought his skill of 120 magic swords with. The manor house outside of Bakong city was the compensation for prince Wyatt's attack on The Lord Of Marshall.
"Uncle Marshall, it's a great environment," said Abel, looking around.
"Of course, this is the best street in Bakong city. The other side of the street leads to the royal palace. Only nobles live here. Lord Marshall said proudly as if it were a great honor to have such a yard here.
Loraine liked it very much too, as her smile was blossoming, but slowly it seemed to grow sad again.
Abel saw Loraine's expression. He patted her on the head and asked softly, "Loraine, don't you like it here?"
"No, I like it here. It reminds me of my home. Lorraine said in a soft voice.
Lord Marshall heard from the side and said, "This was built in the style of the Elves."
Chapter 97: Annointment Ceremony at the Palace
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It was the day of the holy birth. The nobles marveled at the Lord of Marshall as he walked on triumph boulevard. The golden bull armor in his body reflected the rays from the blazing sun. Golden shimmer surrounded his body, even the fur of this warhorse down below was painted a gold color.
Abel's warhorse closely followed behind one of the Lord of Marshall. Behind them was the steward, riding on their old horses. Today was the day of glory for the Lord of Marshall. Although it was also Abel's, he tried to focus on something even bigger than status. His title did not matter–Black Smith Master or young intermediate knight had already given Abel more than enough status he desired among all Duchies.
The imperial palace was not as luxurious as Abel had imagined. It also had white walls with a red roof. The only thing that sent a sense of impose was it's gigantic structure. Under the guidance of the royal servants, the Lord of Marshall and Abel entered the center of Duchy of Carmel–the place where the most power was concentrated.
The moment the past the front gate of the imperial palace, a long path made with white stone appeared in front of their eyes. There were 12 statues of different knights on the path. Ken softly said to Abel, "these are the statues of all the knights who were responsible for founding the country back in the days, the 3rd is the ancestor of the Harry Family."
The path directly led to the discussion hall of the imperial palace, the place where the Lord awarding ceremony was going to take place. When the Lord of Marshall and Abel had arrived, some honouree was already there, and the nobles had already begun to enter slowly.
The discussion hall was night and day compared to the outside of the imperial palace. The hall was extremely luxurious. The moment when Abel had entered, he felt like he had been attacked by a golden shimmer. All the walls and the pattern engraved pillars were surrounded by gold color. The crystal light dangling in mid-air was also gold. Even the fire inside the light was shining in gold.
The ceiling was around 30 meters high, and it was covered with a massive painting, depicting the battles between the gods and the evil spirits.
The floor was made with a dark gold color material. It was polished until it looked like a mirror, one could clearly see their own reflection if you look directly towards it. All of these just further intensified the gold shimmer of the hall.
The Lord of Marshall's golden bull armor blended in perfectly with the surrounding environment, and he might as well be a statue.
"Marshall, why don't you come to visit the family?" Said a handsome old man, who had a similar manner with the Lord of Marshall walked towards them. From his blunt way of speaking, it showed that he was not only someone that knows the Lord of Marshall but someone who was very close to him.
"Father!" Said the Lord of Marshall. His expression sent shocked Abel. Every time when the Lord of Marshall mentioned his family in Bakong city, he would often call them old bastards. But now, he had suddenly acted like a mouse seeing a cat, all tense up and speaking in softest voice imaginable. All the immensely proud of one self-energy he had when he was coming here was all gone.
"Stand up straight. Look at yourself; you are now one of the leaders of the family." Said the old man, as he bluntly patted the back of the Lord of Marshall harshly. Originally the posture of the Lord of Marshall looked a bit like a bow. Suddenly, he had bounced up straight. The old man proceeded to say, "you are doing very well lately, gaining a title of a Lord through outstanding military services. If you have time, come visit your mother."
He then turned towards Abel, "You must be Abel. I am Brook, the earl of Harry, Marshall's father. So we are all family here!" Earl Brook said to Abel with an amiable smile. If someone else was looking at this, they would have guessed that Abel was his actual son, and the Lord of Marshall was a stranger.
"Grandpa Brook, I hope you are well!" Said Abel immediately as he gave a bow.
"We are a family, no need to be so polite!" Earl Brook padded Abel and smiled.
Earl Brook turned his gaze around the hall. There were not many nobles who had arrived. They all seemed to be talking softly about something, so nobody was paying attention to their direction. He then turned to head back the Lord of Marshall and said: "you are just as impetuous as your younger self. How can you arrive at Bakong City at this time?"
"Father, what happened?" The Lord of Marshall seemed confused.
Earl Brooks did not explain much. He only directly said to the Lord of Marshall, "After the ceremony had finished, do not stay too long in Bakong city."
Abel looked at the serious expression of Earl Brook. He could help but sensed that something major must have taken place in Bakong City lately
"The great king of Duchy of Carmel, Astor George has arrived!"
"After hearing these words by the royal servant, all the nobles in the hall had stopped talking and returned to their seats. Only the five honourees remained standing in the center.
The King of Duchy of Carmel, Astor George, had entered the hall. He was wearing a red silk suit with a dark red cloak. At that moment, everyone in the hall stood up and bowed until the king had taken his seat.
Abel noticed the king did not look so great. Even the red suit could not wide the Sickly look on the king's face. Through Abel's power of the will, he also sensed that the fire of the king's life was becoming weaker and slowly fading.
"The title of Lord will be awarded to the Knight of Marshall, Harry!" Shouted the royal servant.
The Lord of Marshall stepped up wearing his fully golden armor in the gaze of thousands. He put his head down and kneeled with one leg respectfully in front of the king. His expression seemed extremely dignified and serene.
King Astor George stood up. He took a long sword from the Royal Servant, and lightly tapped it on each of the shoulders of the Lord of Marshall. He then said, "The Lord of Marshall, you had now woken up from a bad dream, and fight for the higher ideal!"
The Lord of Marshall lifted up his head and shouted, "I will give you my loyalty!"
To the Lord of Marshall was one of the most important, holy, and dignified moments in his life. However, the Lord's awarding process was far shorter than the Lord of Marshall had imagined. Only a few words by the king, a few taps on the shoulder by a long sword, and the entire process was completed.
Abel, on the other hand, did not really agree with these kinds of ceremonies. He knew that this ceremony was symbolic of Royal's power and control over humans. The tap with the sword signified the king had defeated the Honouree, and he had the power to kill anyone who was not loyal to him.
After three honourees more had been officially awarded the title of a Lord, it was Abel's turn. He kneeled in front of the king with his fully blue armor.
When king Astor George tapped Abel with the long sword, Abel could feel the shakes in his hand. This ceremony had taken up too much effort for this weak-bodied old man.
Before the official award, the asking said to Abel, "Master Abel, you are the youngest eagle of Duchy of Carmel, an outstanding genius. Please remember you will always be a man of the Duchy of Carmel!" Then the King proceeded to say, "Master Abel, you had now woken up from a bad dream, and fight for the higher ideal!"
Abel shouted, "I will give you my loyalty."
The voice of a teenager, who was just hitting puberty, filled the hall. Such a young coat of arms lord, the entire hall was filled with admiration.
King Astor George took out metal and put it on the chest of Abel. The metal was etched with a golden Chinese dragon with a black background.
This coat of arms was designed by Abel and made by the Imperial Palace. No matter which word he was in, Abel would always he was the descendants of the dragon. That's why he decided to put a Chinese five claw dragon on his coat of arms.
When Abel and the Lord of Marshall left the imperial palace, the originally clear sky was suddenly filled with dark clouds. When the returned to Triumph boulevard, thunder had already begun to roar, a strike of lightning slashed the sky.
Abel's power of the will at the time felt very chaotic. He had a vague sense that something bad was going to happen in this city.
Abel located where White Cloud was with his heart. It was flying in the sky around 10 miles from Bakong City. It would only take a very short time for White Cloud to reach where Abel was. Abel's worries had slightly settled. There wouldn't be a problem if he was to retreat; he only worried that someone might find out about White Cloud's existence.
Abel had doubled down on the defense. He ordered the 20 knight servants and ten black armor warriors to patrol around the hotel until he could set his mind to rest and go back to his room.
Thunderstorm washed upon Bakong city throughout the night. It was like the city was crying out in anguish, as a depressing atmosphere surrounds the city.
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Chapter 98
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Chapter 98: Returning to the Clan
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"Abel, get ready. You'll come with me to the Harry family," the Lord of Marshall said to Abel during breakfast.
"Uncle Marshall, what does grandpa Brooks like? I didn't prepare any gifts," said Abel, feeling a bit embarrassed. Abel had already decided on the gift for the Harry family. He saw Earl Brooks yesterday, and today he would officially meet him, so of course, Abel would prepare a gift.
"He likes anything expensive. Of course, you can also give him a bottle of wine. He loves wine," said the Lord of Marshall, curled his lips.
Abel suddenly had an idea, he turned towards Loraine and said "Loraine, you can stay here by yourself, I have a feeling that something will happen in Bakong City the next two days, so no matter what, you have to stay here. Don't leave this house."
"Ok!" Loraine nodded her head with honesty. Although she doesn't know what was happening, she also sensed the depression in this city.
After breakfast, Abel called steward Ken to lead him to the wine cellar. He picked 3 of the best wines and went back to his room.
This was the first time Abel had combine an ordinary everyday object, so he did not feel too confident. Wine was a type of liquid, so in theory, he could also combine it. His finger lightly tapped the Horadric cube shadow on his right arm. Just like that, the Horadric cube had appeared in front of him in thin air. He put the three bottles of wine to the Horadric Cube. After they showed up in each of the slots, Abel lightly pressed the combined button.
The three bottles of wine disappeared in a flash, and the top left corner of the Horadric cube appeared a crystal glass. Abel held the crystal glass in his hand. Inside was filled with blood like wine, and somehow it seemed like it was glowing in red beams of light. Abel gently opened the lid and sniffed the aroma of the wine. Even as a person who was not too fond of wine, he couldn't help but salivate.
Abel closed the bottle. Initially, he was thinking of using a brand new wine bottle to package this wine, but now he has changed his mind. The crystal glass seemed to be the perfect match for such a beautiful wine.
The Harry family was located in the east of Bakong City. It was a huge garden-style courtyard, surrounded by white walls and a red roof.
When their bull carriage had reached the front gate of the Harry family, he could see a white lion and unicorn with a red background coat of arms etched on to the front gate. He couldn't help but turn his gaze towards the Lord of Marshall. It was until now that he realized where Harry castle in Harvest City had gotten its coat of arms from.
"Abel, welcome. Thank you for your visit!" Earl Brooks and a few other old men stood in front of the gate to welcome Abel. He suddenly felt a bit overwhelmed by the love from a superior.
"Grandpa Brooks, why did you come outside yourself!" Abel immensely went up and bowed.
"This is your second grandpa, 3rd grandpa, and 5th grandpa" Earl Brooks introduced the old man beside him to Abel.
Abel realized that the elders of the Harry family seemed to disregard the Lord of Marshall's existence completely. They only welcomed Abel with all their enthusiasm.
"Grandpa Brooks, uncle Marshall and I decided to bring you this gift!" Said Abel. He turned to his underling and took two long boxes and a small box from his hand and handed it to Earl Brooks.
Earl Brooks received the gift. He then waved his steward to open the gift one by one for him. The two magic big swords made the smiles on these old men's faces even wider. Who would say no to these weapons? They could dramatically increase their family power.
"This is..?"Earl Brooks picked up the crystal glass, gently opened it, and gave it a little sniff. It was like his whole body had stiffened up. Earl Brooks immediately closed the bottle without a single expression on his face. He then silently slid the bottle in his pocket and whispered to Abel, "Abel, how did you know I like wine. I'll take care of this gift myself."
At that time, the other old men realized something was not right. They immediately went up to Earl Brooks and stopped him. Their expressions looked like they would give Earl Brook a good beating if he didn't take out the red wine again.
Abel didn't think the members of Harry's family to be this harmonious. They all seemed good intent, and there were not any plotted fights or schemes against each other. Abel also finally realized that the Lord of Marshall's status in the family was like.
They entered the living room, and it was until now Earl Brooks had spoken to the Lord of Marshall, he said: "Didn't I told you to leave early?"
"It was not easy to get to Bakong City. I wanted to visit you and your mother!" Said the Lord of Marshall softly.
"Great timing, you can't even leave if you want to leave now." Said Lord Brooks with a sigh.
"Why?" Said the Lord of Marshall and Abel at the same time.
Abel and the Lord of Marshall did not have any source of news in Bakong City, so they have no idea what was going on.
"The King was in critical condition!" Said Earl Brook in a deep depressing tone. "After the Lord awarding ceremony yesterday, the majesty suddenly fainted. At night, there was news about he was in critical condition. Now, all the gates are locked in Bakong City. Other than the noble passage, no one else could enter or leave."
Abel and the Lord of Marshall exchanged gaze. They had just seen the king yesterday. Who could have guessed he would already be in critical condition after a day."
"The city is in chaos. It's good that you brought these magic weapons. Now the two head commanders within the family can fully display their power!" Said Earl Brooks.
Abel did not think the situation would be this bad. Things had already escalated to the point where head commanders would need to protect their families.
"We brought some knight servants along with us. They are all very experienced warriors. It seemed like one with the power of a head commander wants to give us trouble." The Lord of Marshall was very satisfied with his defense power, and Abel had the strength to slaughter an elite knight. They should be fine.
"Great confidence. If things had really taken a bad turn, you could always come back to the family and hide." Said Lord Brooks with a caring tone.
"Where are my brothers?" Said the Lord of Marshall, somewhat in an odd tone.
"How could I allow them to stay in the castle under this situation? A few days ago, I had already sent them to the estate." Earl Brooks exclaimed, "As soon as I sent them away from danger, you decided to come to the danger. Didn't you see the letters I wrote to you?"
At that moment, Abel realized Earl Brooks actually cared a lot. He just didn't show it.
"… I didn't think it would be this serious." Said the Lord of Marshall, by this point, his face had become red from his father's lecture. He looked like a 40-year-old kid staring at his feet.
When the few old men found a place to enjoy the red wine, Abel followed the Lord of Marshall into the backyard to see his mother.
Abel had never seen the Lord of Marshall looking like a kid, crying at his mother's lap. His mother was a benevolent old lady. She lightly patted his back, gently whispered some words of encouragement to him.
Abel slowly stepped back, and he didn't want to interrupt the Lord of Marshall's intimate time with his mother, who he hadn't seen in a long time. At that moment, Abel also began to miss his family. The ambition to become a wizard and open the Tome of Town Portal in the Scroll of Town Portal had been risen again.
There were wizards in Bakong City. Although he didn't know where they were, Abel had already gotten the answer he wanted from the words of the Lord of Marshall. He couldn't wait anymore, especially after seeing that the Lord of Marshall could finally see his mother, Abel's homesickness had been ignited.
He returned to the center of the courtyard. From time to time, he would see knights and warriors being moved. It seemed like a storm was going to strike upon the city.
"Kill!!" A thunderous shout came through from Triumph boulevard. Abel was shocked. Without informing the Lord of Marshall, he rushed towards the direction of Triumph boulevard.
Not long after he left the courtyard, he could already see the 20 knight servants holding their shields, protecting Loraine and the two stewards. Some Knight servants had already been lightly injured. The ground who was attacking them was lead by two knights, with around 100 Calvary in golden armor.
Black Wind seemed to be injured as well, blood gushing out from his back leg, and fresh blood dripping out from the corner of his mouth.
Up to this point, Abel gave out a loud grunt. Gold combat qi unleashed from his body, as the ice magic sword which was originally on his back suddenly appeared in his right hand. He held the shield in front of the war horse in his left arm and began to charge. Since he was just visiting the Harry family, he did not wear any armor. He only brought the shield and the big sword just in case. Now, they had come in handy.
During his journey, he had drunk 200 bottles of master's essence condensing potion. His combat qi was almost entirely gold color, and his strength had almost doubled.
"A knight! Defense!" Shouted the Calvary in golden armor after they heard a voice shouted from their back, and the sound of horse hoof rushing towards them.
"The royal guards are doing their business. Don't interfere if you don't want any trouble!" The Calvary in golden armor shouted again.
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Chapter 99
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Chapter 99: Charge
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"Attack your enemies' weakness with your strength."
His ancestor's words made a lot of sense. Abel was well aware of his weaknesses and his strengths. His immense physical power was his strength, while his weaknesses were his lack of experience in terms of knight training.
"It's the divine combat qi!" Cried 2 of the two knights with a horrified emotion.
Regular cavalry didn't know what the power of golden combat qi was, but these royal knights must have heard about it.
The knights then decided to utilize the golden armor cavalry to defend against Abel's charge. Hence, the two knights quickly looked at each other and backed away their horses.
"Knight's charging on the horse! Abel shouted again, a wave of combat qi shot out from his body and rushed towards his warhorse. The speed of the warhorse suddenly doubled. The deformed combat qi of Abel increased the "Knight's charging on the horse technique" from 50% acceleration to 100%.
The war horse looked like it had disappeared during the process of acceleration. Soon it had appeared in front of the cavalry with golden armor, Abel ruthlessly struck his sword on their bodies. No matter how tough their golden armors were, the extreme force of Abel's strike was like a knife slashing a balloon, blasting the body of that cavalry into pieces.
Abel appeared out of the smoke like the god of death. His power of the will was fully unleashed. He could see his surroundings extremely clearly. Abel then stuck again horizontally. 2 Cavalry in golden armor had been hit with pieces of human organ from the blast of Abel's first strike. They had been hit so hard that their defense was fully exposed, and before they even had time to react, Abel had already cut their waist in half.
As Abel's warhorse stepped over the two dead bodies, he was met with another cavalry in golden armor. This time, Abel had already slowed down. The cavalry had a fast reaction, and he quickly took out the long rifle on his hands and stabbed towards Abel with a scream. Abel was alerted through his power of will, and his body reacted naturally. With a little incline, the long spear went under Abel's left armpit, and it was trapped by Abel's squeezed with his armpit. Abel then held his ice magic sword high above, and screamed: "To behead!".
At the moment, when the body of the beheaded cavalry fell, Abel kicked forward with his left foot from the saddle. The corpse as kicked towards the rear of another cavalry. He was then knocked off his horse. Afterward, Abel's warhorse continued to speed forward, and harshly stepped on top of the fallen Calvary, penetrating his ribs and entered his chest.
As Abel was losing his speed on the horse, he was surrounded by more golden armored cavalry. Abel then surged his combat qi once again, the blue flash from the magic ice sword suddenly turned into a gold color. At this time, Abel was completely relying on his instinct to continue fighting; his power of the will was commanding his left hand to block while commanding his right hand in waving the sword. Regardless of his opponents were defending or not, the result would be the same.
Abel blocked the long spear strikes from the left side as he swiftly glided through the long spears with a big sword in his right hand. When the flash of blue light from Abel's sword struck upon the long spears of a Calvary, the ice magic power of the sword latched on to his body, slowing his movement down. When Abel wanted to add another strike to end his life, three more long spears had already appeared in front of him. Abel immensely slashed them away with his sword. In a flash of blue light, those 3 Calvary's bodies were also filled with frost and slowed down.
Due to the four golden cavalry slowing down, it made their attack position a big mess. Abel used this opportunity to charge through the cavalry's defense and successfully made it through their defensive position. He quickly regrouped with Loraine and his two stewards.
"Master Abel! The twenty knights were so excited by Abel's return that they split a passage in the defensive formation as Abel rushed into the defensive circle.
Abel did not reply, but simply dismounted and rushed into the cart where the equipment was stored. He promptly took out Harry's bow, and with a look of reverence in his face, drew arrows to his bow, fired arrows, and continued to draw arrows to his bow. As Abel continued rapidly firing at the cavalry, more and more cavalry were shot down off their horses.
"Defensive position! A succession of arrows fell on the cavalry, causing the cavalry to cry out in terror and get into their position rapidly, soon the group of Calvary had formed their battle formation in front of Abel. The ordinary golden armor Calvary had their shield in front of them in their formation, defending from all directions with two knights were in the middle.
At this moment The Lord of Marshall arrived followed by the ten black-armored warriors. When the two knights in the line of defense saw The Lord of Marshall, they quickly took a flare out of their arms, lit it quickly, and threw it into the air.
"Royal cavalry, how dare you all attack the nobles' coat of arms without any specific reasoning!" yelled The Lord of Marshall with a gloomy emotion.
"I've been ordered to take them back for investigation, and if they resist, they'll face the wrath of the royal family!" Shouted the royal knight in the line of the troops.
Abel, however, no longer cared about what had happened before. Instead, he took the opportunity and told his two stewards beside him, "Help me put on my armor!"
Abel shook off the flesh of those he killed from his body. When Loraine saw the blood on Abel's body, she was immediately frightened. Abel then quickly whispered, "Loraine, get back in the carriage."
Loraine looked steadily at Abel with her eyes and shook her head firmly.
"Black Wind, keep an eye on Loraine for me," Abel ordered while looking towards Black Wind.
Within a flash, Black Wind was next to Loraine, and the injury of his left leg didn't appear to be too serious.
The two stewards were extremely fast. Within a few moments, they had already equipped all of the armor onto Abel. Abel then took the 300-pound knight's rifle from the horse carriage and mounted onto his warhorse.
"Uncle Marshall, don't bother trying to reason with them. Something must have happened in the royal family, and they wanted to get rid of outsiders."
Abel knew by this time that King Astor was probably dead. Within the closed down Bakong City, power was very important. The best way to gain power was to kill off your threats.
Abel and his group had just been caught in the middle of this storm. Someone must have sent the personal weapons Abel had brought along with him as a threat. That was what leads to this situation at hand.
"Follow along with my attack!!" With Abel's great cry, he rode his horses directly into the battle line of the golden armored cavalry.
As Abel was wearing armor, he no longer had to worry about protecting himself, alongside his 5-meter long lance, which was able to exert his power effectively.
When the golden combat qi surged once again, the qi pressure of Abel's palm began to spread a wave of golden combat qi towards his long spear. The golden combat qi quickly surrounded the 5-meter knight's rifle. It had completely turned into a gold color.
"Qi defense! With a loud cry, the two knights in the royal line of battle placed their four hands onto their shields. On the other hand, all of the gold armored cavalries flashed their combat qi as they fluttered and rushed towards the two knights with all their might.
At this moment, the two royal knights were surrounded by the white combat qi from all four sides of their shields. It seemed that the two royal knights just wanted to hold out until their backup arrives. They seemed to completely ignore the problem of the amount of combat qi on the cavalry behind them, as they focused all their combat qi in defending their battle formation.
With Abel in front and twenty knight servants behind him, their task was to wait for Abel to break up the enemy's defenses and then let the knight servants handle the killings.
Abel looked towards the battle formation with a cold sneer. He lifted his knight's long spear.
He then harshly struck down, "Bang!"
Many people in the battle formation were shaken so hard by Abel's force that they began spitting fresh blood out of their mouth, but they persisted, and the battle formation was still not broken yet.
Abel, too, was a little surprised at the outcome. His strength was now about three thousand pounds, and with the golden combat qi quadrupling, it's power. Abel didn't even use all of his power in his last attack, but the power that it had dealt to his enemies was already extremely powerful.
He used his full force to make a second strike. When the 5-meter long spear struck down from mid-air, it seemed to warped the body of the long spear, unleashing an explosion of air rushing towards the Calvary's shields. 2 of the Calvary behind the shield had exploded like a balloon, blasting into mid-air with fresh blood gushing out of their mouth. 4 of their shields had also been blasted off, with the magic power of the rune in Abel's long spear, and the shields had been blasted away for 10 meters before hitting the ground
"Charge! With the cry of Abel, the twenty knights rushed forward behind him. The Lord of Marshall, who was accompanied by his ten black armored warriors, also rushed from the other side into the already scattered battle formation of the Calvary.
With Abel's massive strike, it had already more or less caused this golden armored cavalry to suffer from internal injuries. With their military strength already massively lowered, the following scene was not even considered as a battle. It was more like a slaughter. No matter if it was only the 20 knights or the ten black armored warriors, they were all veterans in these battles. With their eyes filled with no remorse, they held out their weapons on their hands and ended their opponent's life with the most efficient method to save their energy.
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Chapter 100
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Chapter 100: Wizards
"Stop!" A shadow of a man appeared with a roar. It was followed by an immense wave of impose pressure. By that point, the Lord of Marshall and the 30 beginner warriors were no longer able to do any attacks. They could only stay on their spot, directly counteract this immense wave of impose pressure.
"It's a head commander!" Abel's eyes began to flash. These kinds of impose pressure could do nothing to him physically or spiritually. Although he could not unleash any impose pressure, his power of the will was miles ahead of that commander in front of him. Therefore, impose pressure could only excite his power of the will even more.
The commander got all his enemies under his control. As he looked at the situation at hand with satisfaction, he suddenly felt a strong breeze of wind coming from above his head. Before his soul even had time to react, a knight's long spear had already appeared upon the top of his head.
"Ah!" The commander shouted. The body of the commander was surrounded by a layer of white combat qi, forming a combat qi armor.
"Dong!" The knight's long spear struck upon the combat qi armor. Although combat qi armor had been blown off from the head commander, the massive force of the long spear had also been counteracted. That's where the magic power of the "4#Nef" rune came in handy. It had the effects of rumbling off enemies. Just like that, the commander had been knocked back around 10 meters, exposing his defense.
Abel did not stop. He knew there was a chance the commander could strike back. That's why as the commander was stepping back, Abel strike again with his long spear.
Again, the commander did not have the time to react, and he only blocked the Impact directly with his combat qi armor. Just like last time, the armor had been blown off, and the commander had been knocked back another 10 meters by the magic power of the long spear.
During the process of this attack, every noble within Triumph boulevard became alarmed. The nobles who were aware of how things had started began to recount how the royal soldiers had trampled over the rights and privileges of nobles. 2 official Lords and their family were unexpectedly being attacked by a group of royal cavalry. This news had brought the centuries hidden tension between the royals and the nobles into the surface of reality. The anger within the suppressed nobles began to break out.
At first, a few noble knights had joined the battle formation behind Abel, but soon more and more knights began to joint. Some nobles had even sent their own family's knights to join the battle formation.
The commander had already been struck three times by Abel. The joints in his body were burning in pain, and his muscles began to twitch. If the commander had been struck a few more times like this, his life might come to an end.
"Stop!" Suddenly the atmosphere in front of the Abel seemed to be slashed. An ordinary old man appeared in front of him, stopping Abel's attack with his hand. The massive force of his long spear was like a child's toy within the control of the old man.
"Head commander Hoover!" Someone had shouted in shock; almost everyone had stopped their attack.
Abel had heard of this legendary head commander Hoover. He was the most powerful knight in Duchy of Carmel, a protector of the Duchy.
"My child, you have immense power. You should be the pride of the Duchy, not our enemy." Said head commander Hoover calmly. His eye seemed to be able to see right through everything.
Head commander Hoover turned to the nobles in the scene and said, "I will find out who was responsible for sending out these royal guards. No matter which prince it is, he will pay for what he had done!"
"In regards to you… my child. Master Hoover from the Black Smith Union says hello to you!" Said head commander Hoover as he bowed to Abel.
"You are a Blacksmith Master?" Abel quickly bowed back as he proceeded to say, "Master Abel from the Black Smith Union says hello to you."
"Haha, I had heard that recently Duchy Of Carmel had a new Master that has potential to be one of the great Black Smith masters. I always wanted to see you, but as you know, I can't leave this city," said head commander Hoover. He still sounded calm as ever, when he was talking or Abel, they sounded like good friends.
"From now on, you would be protected by the Black Smith Union and me in this city. No one would have the guts to disturb you anymore!" Head commander Hoover promised with a smile. Afterward, head commander Hoover had vanished into thin air in front of Abel.
"What had head commander Hoover said to you just then?" the Lord of Marshall stepped up and asked Abel curiosity.
"Didn't you hear?" Abel remembered the Lord of Marshall was standing right by his side. There was no way he could not hear what heard commander Hoover had said.
"I could only see his mouth move. I did not hear a thing." the Lord of Marshall replied.
Abel couldn't help but admire how powerful head commander Hoover was. He could not just appear and disappear out of thin air, but he could also speak without others hearing what he had said.
"As soon as I saw the commander appeared, I immediately called my friends. It seems like they will be disappointed." Mumbled the Lord of Marshall, as he put the cracked medal in his hand into his chest pocket.
One by one, the nobles began to leave after they heard the promise by head commander Hoover. Abel had also taken off his armor. He was covered in blood and ready to go back to his courtyard to take a shower. At that moment, a young man wearing a cloth gown appeared in front of him.
"Marshall, you're still alive?" Am I late?" Said the young man with a smile to the Lord of Marshall.
"My God, Sam… it's you. How come you still look so young after all these years?" The Lord of Marshall stepped up and gave the young man a hug.
The young man called Sam began to laugh loudly, "you knew it; that's why I'm so busy every day."
"What happened, why did you called me in such a hurry?" Sam looked around to the dead cavalry in gold armor at the scene. He then said with a smile, "It looks like a big battle took place here."
The Lord of Marshall replied, "a commander had just appeared. I'm afraid I can't fight him off, so I called you."
"You are lucky, I've been in Bakong city for all these years but still rarely see a commander roaming around. Where is he now?" Sam doesn't seem to be scared of the commander. He only seemed to be teasing his friend.
"Head commander Hoover took him away." Said the Lord Marshall pointing towards the direction which head commander Hoover had left.
"Head Commander Hoover? It seemed like that royal bastard must be in big trouble. That's what you get for always stirring things up." Said sam with ease.
"Abel, come here. This is my adopted son Abel. I'm going to take him to the wizard examination in the year after next year. We will give you trouble for being our middle man." The Lord of Marshall held Abel and introduced him to Sam.
Abel was a bit shocked to see the young man in front of him. This friend of the Lord of Marshall looked way too different from him. The already entered middle age Lord of Marshall looked like he was from an entirely different generation compared to Sam.
"H…h…hello!" Said Abel nervously as he bowed.
"No worries, you can call me uncle sam." Wizard Sam said with a smile. Then he then turned towards the lord of Marshall in somewhat of a suspicious way and asked: "why did he have to wait another two years for the examination?"
The Lord of Marshall replied, "he is only 13 years old; he needs to wait until 15 to do the examination!"
Abel felt very nervous as he watched the two men talking about his future as a wizard.
"Look at him, he is so strong, so why wait until he turned 15? That age requirement was only for weak noble kids. With a strong body like that, he could go do the examination any time," Wizard Sam said to the nervous Abel with a smile.
"I can do the examination now?" Said asked with excitement."
"Not now, but if you want, you can be my Wizard follower for now. When I have free time, then you can do the examination!" Sam smiled at the excited Abel.
"Of course, I want to. I want to be a student of wizardry!" Abel burst these words out without even thinking.
The Lord of Marshall could not understand what was going on in Abel's mind. This kid had always wanted to become a wizard, while completely disregarding his gift to be a powerful knight and the honorable status of a Black Smith Master. However, since Abel insisted, the Lord of Marshall decided to help him accomplish this wish.
"Sam, Abel is my adopted son and my closest friend. I hope you can treat him well!" The Lord of Marshall bowed to Sam and said in a serious manner.
"What are you doing? Abel is my nephew, so of course, I will treat him like my family member. You can stop worrying now." Said a Wizard Sam certainly upon seeing the sincerity of the Lord of Marshall.
(Volume 1 ends)