"The enemy arrived at the Bloody Mountains!" A general screamed.
In a mere few minutes, Group A passed the castle town Harbor and left a trail of destruction behind him. At the moment when the general shouted his message to the world, hundreds of soldiers appeared on the Bloody Mountains and attacked under the cover of the mountains.
Group A now had to do something that every military strategist hated: fight a battle against enemies hiding in the mountains and attack them from these mountains.
The moment they passed the mountain road to the capital, they were already attacked by fireballs, arrows, icy spears, lightning bolts, and blessings.
Any normal unit would have already found its end here, but now they were fighting against an opponent who had mages who played on couches and were looking for their equal.
Roxanne created three seeds and threw them high into the air, and in no time at all, a giant creeper appeared, cutting up the rocks of the mountains and gobbling down whatever Roxanne saw as the enemy.
The soldiers made an attempt to protect themselves while launching fiery projectiles at the plant. However, one by one, they met their demise beneath the relentless blows of a colossal stone hammer.
Björn would now, after many years, use his blessing again, the blessing called Beast King.
The ability to fight with a strength a normal person could never achieve Together with the hammer that allowed him to cut rocks however he wanted, he was a beast that killed everything it saw.
Dorothea supported him and was amazed at his strength, which was not on her level but undoubtedly worthy of considering him a rival of the destructive forces.
Together, they crushed skulls as if they were born to do so. The soldiers have now experienced hell on earth.
They were bombarded and slaughtered from all sides; some died of poisonous clouds, others were dismembered by a beast or crushed by a giant.
"The soldiers felt how the icy cold made them shiver; their limbs froze and fell off. Their own saliva turned to ice and cut their mouths from the inside." Arthur wrote his story, and the soldiers lit the candle to the fate that was written in the book. Their mouths got stabbed and torn apart from their own by ice-transformed salvia.
Their bodies trembled, and their limps fell off. The strategist's tactics got blown away by the wind, and a battle of pure slaughter and fear was created.
With the demise they saw in front of them, the soldiers rushed out from their hideouts and attacked the Silverwood soldiers in close combat.
In their rage of adrenaline, they used every weapon their body had; they bit their throats open, but limps and ripped guts out and bathed in the terror they created themselves. The Siverwood soldiers could not believe what they did, but their instincts awoke, and the battle that was a few seconds ago led by magic and tactik was followed by hand-to-hand fights.
Eyes stabbed out with rocks, noses and necks bitten open, the bloody mountains once again coughed up guts, limps, and blood.
The seven couts of arms who were right now here stopped doing what they did and called for the fight of animals.
Whatever they saw had nothing to do with a fight between humans; they thought as if they were primitive animals with nails and teeth. For the first time in the lives of the people who were blessed by Niaz, they used their sharp teeth. To rip their opponents apart.
The seven coats of arms who were present ignored them and walked away. They had no reason to interfere in the fight of animals; it was the law of nature that humans and elves did nothing when they saw animals fight.
They walked, and more soldiers got teleported to the Bloody Mountains. Right now, they were seven against hundreds, but this was easy for them.
It was as if an adult would have to fight against an army of baby chickens; no matter how many they were, the fact that they got slaughtered never changed.
The sounds of falling guts, cut throats, poisoned people who fought for every cubic millimeter of air they could get, crushed bones, and organs were heard all over the Bloody Mountains.
Roxanne was right; today was the day where the Bloody Mountains got their name for a completely new reason. It was the day that later on it was decided that the Bloody Mountains got a new name. A name that suited them far better.
It was the day these mountains got called. Slaugered Mountains, it was the day that got later told in history classes, the day when a battle resounded that caused a slaughter that nobody saw coming.
Niles continued to shoot everyone that he saw; his eye worked perfectly. He needed no blessing; he used simple arc magic spells that helped him, killing everything he saw in one shot.
They proceeded until a single soldier came to reinforce.
They reinforce a powerful mage that is well known. His name was unknown, which was the reason everyone called him all the time. Unkown.
The mage appeared behind Niles with the intention of ripping his spine apart with his dagger. Niles only rescue was Bruna, who healed him the moment his spine was destroyed.
"As long as I am here, nobody will die! Bruna was an important wild card for Group A; she could revive everyone who died, and she was a mage that had the potential to let an endless battle rage.
The Unknown saw who was the big problem and did what everyone would do: attack the healer and kill him before she could get too much in his way. Now a battle resonates—a battle to protect Bruna and kill her.
The outcome of it could decide who wins and who loses here. Niles used masses of arrows to restrict Unkown's movements.
But Unkown dodged everything with ease, without even trying to make it look like he was having a hard time.
He was attacked by thorny plants, huge hammers, and fists, but everything came to nothing. He dodged and struck back. Without the support of Jeanne and Arthure, who always saved the others, they would have been powerless.
"Now I know why they call him Unkown, the one who dances with death. Isabella finally understood.
With his cloak on, it was impossible to tell who he was; he didn't even use his blessing, which left a trace of his identity.
He only ever used magic to move and attacked with the heavy daggers he held in his hands.
It looked like he was dancing to avoid the attacks; every attack was empty. It was as if his body was not human; not even Arthur's blessing had an effect on him.
But what amazed them the most was that their poison had no effect on him. She had never experienced this moment in her entire life.
A magician who was fighting as if he were dancing with death when under the influence of her poison, and then it happened—in seconds he disappeared and came out from behind Isabella. Isabella tried to dodge but couldn't.
His daggers dug into her organs, cutting them apart in one smooth motion. She fell to the ground along with her innards, which flew out of her stomach.
Bruna saved Isabella but was not able to let her fully recover. At the moment when she wanted to start the complete healing, she saw a figure wrapped in black standing a mere 30 centimeters away from her.
As she already saw the tip of the dagger in front of her eye, an arrow from Niles finally made it to hit Unknown. The dagger fell to the earth, and Roxanne used the seconds to inform Amon.
A plant that exploded into a beautiful firework exploded in midair.
It was the sign that she and Amon made before he left; it meant that something had gone wrong and that they had to attack now.
Amon reacted the moment he saw the fireworks in the sky and shot out from under the bridge.
The other five followed him, and so they dismembered all the soldiers who were on the bridge.
Amon yelled into the voice shell, "Now!"
As his loud voice appeared in the ears of everyone who was not in Group B. Everyone set out and began their own work.
Group A began to retreat and ran at top speed to the bridge, as long as it was not yet covered with reinforcements.
Bruna grabbed the dagger from Unknown, who fell on the ground, and with Arthur's help, was carried far away from him before she could be killed by Unknown.
When they got to the bridge, they were already riddled with reinforcements, and Group B was busy killing them.
At that moment, Dorothea became as big as she could, grabbed all of her comrades, and jumped into the middle of the bridge.
Where she landed, a crater was created, and the soldiers she landed on were crushed and died before they even realized that their lives had already come to an end.
"Let's finish this whole thing, everyone, off the bridge!"
At Amon's command, Dorothea dashed across the bridge with all her comrades in her arms.
Amon let the Qi from the gate inside his body radiate through his whole body. He was banding the Qi into shape; he circulated his arms in a smooth motion in front of his body; the clouds in the sky changed and got painted into a strange dark blue color; and shortly after that, the head of a mighty blue-scaled dragon appeared into the clouds; the clouds formed their shape and took on the body of a long dragon.
"Path of the Dragons: Ishat's Wrath! Amon screamed these words out to the world. The dragon gathered his power in his open mouth, and with a last motion of Amon's arms towards the ground, the dragon let out his wrath towards the earth.
A beam of deep indigo energy pierced through the bridge, obliterating it as though it had borne the brunt of a global cataclysm.
In seconds, Amon destroyed the Santalia Bridge, the last bastion of Verdan. As the dragon disappeared as if he were a cloud in the sky after a heavy rain. A black figure wrapped in a cloak stood there and looked at Amon.
Amon could not see much, but what he felt were bloodred eyes staring right into his soul. The gaze disappeared as the figure turned around, and a voice resounded in his head. Say to the woman, She should take good care of my dagger. I will come and take it back."
The voice vanished along with the black figure.
Amon slowed his curiosity down and gave this next command.
"Group C attack."