Konola City's future relied completely on McNeesey's fighting ability because, in the fight with the regular army, it was certain that Konola City would be defeated. Therefore, McNeesey's success in the battle with the high-ranking commander Lunka was the only chance right now. If Mage McNeesey won the battle against Commander Lunka, then Konola City would be secure. But, this safety was temporary until Prince William sent an even stronger official warrior.
If the two official-level powerhouses stayed evenly matched for a long time, like they did yesterday, then the enemy's regular forces could breach the already weakening city wall. They might capture the hidden Princess and set fire to the whole Konola City. In that situation, the enemy would have already achieved their objective, and whether McNeesey won or lost would not matter.
But, there was also an even more severe scenario: which was that Mage McNeesey would be defeated very quickly while Lunka didn't receive any serious injuries.
In that case... it would hard to say, whether even the trainee-level professionals could successfully escape from the Konola city.
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Just as the first ray of morning light shone on the Konola city's wall, a sharp sound of a horn came from the enemy camp, which was the signal to begin their offence. Because last night they used their granary as bait, a significant part of their ration was destroyed by the desperate struggle of the trapped professionals, and because of it, their situation was also not that comforting. And they had an urgent need for a large amount of food, so they were in a hurry to break into Konola City and plunder its wealth and food; otherwise, they might have to stay hungry for the next few days.
This time, there weren't many skilled individuals assigned to deal with the enemy's ladder team.
So, pretty soon, a ladder with light red symbols etched on it was successfully attached to the city wall. Accompanied by loud shouts, enemy fighters began climbing onto the top of the wall.
Parts of the city wall started to crumble one after the other, with many soldiers losing their lives to sharp weapons or spells.
Lunka and Mcneesey were battling in the air above the battlefield. Right now, their fight was at its strongest. Many noticeable shock waves spread in the sky, causing intense vibrations that could be felt for several miles around!
…..
On a dark corner of a street, a group of anxious refugees carrying large and small bags was getting ready to flee Konola City.
On the Pheren Plane, after a War, the defeated party's nobles could redeem themselves after spending a lot of gold. But the commoners were not so lucky, as all of them would be demoted to slaves, so even if all of them knew that their chance of escape from the hands of the occupying forces and then those lurking slave traders, were extremely slim, but still they risked their lives to escape as most people didn't want to accept such tragic fate of a slave.
Punk stood quietly on a street corner very close to these refugees. Even though the clothes he wore were disguised and looked tattered like them, but he had not learned any camouflage skills[Skills and Spell are not the same], and he was also different from these trembling refugees in temperament. So, Punk did not expect his average acting skills to fool experienced professionals. He just wanted to take advantage of the chaos when the city would be breached and escape. After all, the enemy's main goal would be to loot and search for the Princess, so there was a good chance that no one would want to fight to the death with another similar level professional even if he was found out.
So until now, Punk was pretty confident about his escape.
"But…."
Punk frowned as he watched the battle of Mcneesey and Lunka in the distance. It could be seen that both of them had already played out their cards, and now they were actually fighting with their life on the line.
But, if things continued to go the way they were, Mcneesey's situation would get worse. Currently, Lunka was acting like someone who's very aggressive, swinging his Warhammer around wildly, and Mcneesey was doing his best to dodge it.
Seeing this, Punk got a bit worried. If Lunka defeated Mcneesey too fast, he'd be in a lot of trouble!
"Quick! Give up all your possessions right away!"
An arrogant voice interrupted Punk's thinking. He turned his head in that direction, only to see two strong men in city guard's uniforms were blocking the road. One was standing on the left and one on the right of the street while yelling and threatening loudly at the refugees to hand over their valuables.
Even though this kind of robbery was a very old and common trick, their threat wasn't just empty words. Right at their feet, two lifeless female bodies lay on the ground as proof.
These two deserters seemed to be planning to steal some valuable items before running away.
One of the guards kicked the cold body on the ground and menacingly waved his bloodied sabres to intimidate the group of refugees huddled in the corner, trembling with fear.
Punk couldn't help but sneer when he witnessed this situation. It's difficult to say which was more detestable the disgraceful behavior of these two guards or the fear shown by the refugees, who far outnumbered the guards. Even if the two deserters had more powerful weapons, like AK47s, they could have been easily overpowered if everyone stood up together. But these unfortunate refugees, apart from begging and pleading, could only offer prayers to the indifferent gods.
Punk shook his head and started to walk towards the two guards slowly. One shouldn't think that Punk was showing kindness toward these helpless refugees. He just didn't want to wait until this drama came to an end naturally.
"Hay boy- If you don't kneel right now, you won't be able to keep your life today"!
Noticing Punk's movements, a guard with bloodshot eyes grinned viciously and said to Punk.
"Poor fellow, did your greed made you lose your basic ability to judge?"
Punk muttered to himself indifferently, then his pupils covered by the hood began to glow with magical blue brilliance.
"A ma..."
The second half of the guard's sentence didn't come out as Punk used a mage's hand to grasped the two guard's necks and lifted them up in the air. As the pale blue giant hand started to squeeze their necks harder, the two guards started to struggle desperately in mid-air, but their struggle was as ridiculous as ducks, in front of the mage hands that could easily lift a car.
"If I cast Visceral divination with my trainee-level soul, plus...", Punk looked up at the two guards who begun to foam from their mouth... …
"... some advanced spell-casting materials... It might give me a surprise".
Ignoring the refugees with shocked and admiring faces, Punk dragged the two guards, who were still kicking their legs, into a relatively secluded alley. Under the refugees' horrified gaze, he summoned a bright silver knife, cut open the belly of one of the guards like tofu, and took out a blood-red viscera with the mage hands and then put it on a strange and mysterious magic circle.
Punk raised the last guard, and placed him directly above the magic circle, just like the rabbit in the jungle.
Disregarding the teary distorted face of the guard, Punk indifferently raised the knife high…!
"Why didn't I think of such a good way before this!"
...…
In the distance, sporadic flames began to burn in Konola city, as part of the enemy troops had already broken through. There were fights everywhere, and many miserable screams could be heard from all over Konola. It seemed like the entire city was dyed red; even the clouds in the sky became blood-red as the two sun's rays reflected back from the blood-soaked city!