In the afternoon, at six o’clock.
The sky was still somewhat gloomy, dimly lit, and people could barely make out their surroundings. At this time, a hundred South Land soldiers appeared here.
“Watch out.”
Leading them was a bearded captain.
His eyes were filled with unease as he constantly scanned the surroundings.
An hour ago, the South Land vanguard suddenly lost contact with them and went silent, and their headquarters began to feel uneasy. They quickly sent out scouts, but they discovered that the vanguard was no longer in their original position.
They had to follow the traces to determine where they had gone.
“It should be around here. Stay alert.”
The bearded captain, Ryker Cummings, felt more and more uneasy the longer they stayed in the area.
It was as if something was making their hearts palpitate.
“Captain, I also feel something’s wrong here. Why would the troops come here?”
“Yeah, yeah, they should be stationed on their own territory.”
“What’s going on?”
The members of the squad behind him were also a bit panicked.
They felt that this place was somewhat eerie.
However, among the team members, there was one with a big heart who saw the others so timid and laughed: “Heh, a bunch of cowards. We all came from the battlefield. What haven’t we seen?”
He stepped forward, partly to show off in front of the captain.
To demonstrate his bravery.
However, with a clang, his foot seemed to kick something. He lowered his head, and his body stiffened. Then, looking forward, his pupils shrank.
“Ah!”
A scream rang out.
This South Land soldier stumbled back, rolling and crawling, sprawling on the ground. His face was full of panic, and a wet patch appeared in his crotch. Seeing this, the others laughed.
“What did you say? Coward? Look at you now, you wet your pants, haha!”
“He actually wet his pants, haha!”
After a round of ridicule, the others also walked towards that direction: “Let’s see what made you wet your pants.”
They thought that with mental preparation, they wouldn’t seem so scared. At least they wouldn’t wet their pants. They could laugh at that guy when they came back. But as they went further and saw the scene, their whole bodies froze and their pupils gradually dilated.
“Ah!” Several screams rang out.
The group crawled and rolled back, with some even wetting their pants. “I’ll go,” Ryker Cummings furrowed his brow and immediately walked over. However, when he saw the sight, he also stiffened. In front of him was a mountain of corpses and a sea of dead bodies, all belonging to the South Land army. At the top was the South Land vanguard general, Stan Knight.
“How cruel!” Ryker Cummings gritted his teeth.
Since Stan Knight was here, it meant that the entire 150, 000-strong South Land vanguard had been wiped out!
“Captain, there’s a stone here with words on it,” suddenly, a South Land soldier pointed at a stone. On the stone were several characters carved by a knife: “Those who violate my country shall be executed!”
Upon seeing this, Ryker Cummings shuddered, as if he saw a black-armored cavalry with murderous aura, led by a man wearing a ferocious mask on horseback, his black robe with golden dragon patterns fluttering in the wind. A pair of deep eyes seemed as bottomless as a pitch-black abyss.
With a bang, the 100-strong South Land squad all sat down on the ground in fright. Only after they regained their senses did they realize that their bodies were soaked in cold sweat.
“Go back, go back immediately. Report to Lord Whiteford that Primus of Kisia has arrived. He’s really here,” Ryker Cummings said with terror on his face. The notorious “Butcher” had truly arrived.
An hour later, the land of the South Border began to tremble, as if there was a huge explosion. News spread everywhere: Primus of Kisia had led a million-strong army southward to defend against the enemy. The South Land’s 150, 000-strong vanguard had been completely annihilated, striking fear into the hearts of the South Land.
“Do you know? Primus of Kisia has arrived. That’s Primus! He knew our South Border was in crisis and came immediately.”
“And he brought a million-strong army! With so many troops, South Land could be wiped out.”
“It seems like our country should be safe now.”
Excited discussions about Primus of Kisia took place in every street and alley. However, within the city of South Border, in a building serving as a temporary military supply center, the entire structure was filled with the smell of gunpowder. On the top floor, what was originally a meeting place for the lord of South Border had now become the South Land army’s headquarters.
Bang! A South Land soldier slammed his hand on the table, his face full of anger: “This Primus has gone too far. He slaughtered our people almost effortlessly. It’s outrageous!”
“That’s right, it’s too much! I suggest we kill all the people of South Border as revenge.” Another person proposed.
“Agreed!” Several others voiced their agreement.
These people were all from the Knight family, a large and flourishing family in South Land. Stan Knight was the most outstanding one of them. They never expected to lose their 150, 000-strong army just like that. This was no insignificant number.
However, sitting in the main seat was a relatively young man dressed plainly and looking ordinary, even somewhat lazy. His name was Walton Myers, not from a large South Land family, but a commoner’s son. No one doubted his authority, though, because Lord Whiteford trusted him. Lord Whiteford had an eye for talent. When he was young, he took a liking to Walton Myers, who played a significant role in the unification of South Land during numerous battles. Today, Walton Myers was the chief commander of the South Land army and a war prodigy.
“Enough,” he said.
Walton Myers gave a slight wave of his hand, and the room immediately quieted down. Then, he swept his gaze over the crowd and said, “We, South Land, haven’t become so spineless yet. If we want to kill someone, we’ll kill their soldiers, not innocent civilians. Pass the order down to start searching for Primus of Kisia’s whereabouts. You are only allowed to search, not attack. You’re no match for him.”
“Yes, sir.”
The people below were somewhat afraid of him.
This Walton Myers was not only appreciated by Lord Whiteford but was also quite formidable himself.
After arranging everything, Walton Myers took a sip of wine and looked out at the setting sun, heaving a sigh, “Primus of Kisia, I’ve heard of you. You’re really impressive, truly impressive. To be honest, I don’t want to face you.”
“But, by Lord Whiteford’s command, I have to kill you.”
At this moment, a cold light flashed in his lazy gaze.