The First Magic World War-Chapter 238 - 233, Horse King Clan, Wind Travels Thousand Miles!

Philedrica once said she’d help delay the third assassination attempt. Charles also believed that Philedrica must have done everything she could.

Therefore, facing the orc assassin, Charles was neither panicked nor angry; he was no longer the low-order extraordinary he used to be.

As Charles charged forward, the orc assassin remained unflustered and fired eighteen shots, his gunmanship even surpassing that of Aubrey Barrington Atwood. Charles managed to cut through the incoming bullets, but each time the angle became trickier.

Just as the eighteenth bullet came flying, Charles had just sliced the seventeenth. Twisting slightly, he knew he couldn’t deflect this bullet, but Charles was not someone who relied solely on swordsmanship to get by. A Flame Hand flew out, crushing the bullet, and at the same time, he closed in on the orc assassin.

The orc assassin leisurely secured his rifle and drew out a long-handled spiked hammer, gently nudging it horizontally across Charles’s chest.

Charles’s single-horned griffin engaged with the orc assassin for a few moves, and he was immediately surprised by the subtlety of the other’s spiked hammer technique.

Having briefly trained in the orc meteor hammer technique, Charles had some understanding of the intricacies of orc martial arts. Relying on their robust physiques, orcs often used heavy weapons but wielded them with remarkable finesse that gave the illusion of agility.

This particular orc assassin was also of intermediate rank but proved to be much more skilled in combat than any other orc assassin Charles had encountered, as well as the three Hunchback Red Bear Warriors under his command.

The orc assassin’s spiked hammer technique carried a leisurely grace; each move seemed to place the spiked hammer in the perfect position, letting Charles’s rapier strike it.

Since his spiked hammer was heavier and his strength more formidable, Charles’s rapier couldn’t budge the opponent’s weapon.

The orc assassin wasn’t young anymore, his face etched with years of hardship, his pointy ears too long, appearing not at all cute, nor ferocious—only giving off an unpleasant sense of filth.

Charles took a deep breath and executed a series of rapid sword strikes; the clash of weapons produced a constant din of metallic sounds. The orc assassin exuded an appearance of ease, but gradually, a look of appreciation appeared on his face. Suddenly, he roared loudly, and the hammer burst into a flurry of blows, forcing Charles to retreat several steps.

Before Charles could rally, the orc assassin spoke for the first time, his voice hoarse and gritty, calling out, "Charles! Our beastman army will soon march through here and into Strasbourg."

"I shall leave your head here for now!"

"After I follow the army and flatten every city in our path, I’ll come back to kill you as an afterthought."

Charles was greatly shocked and exclaimed, "The beastman tribal army from the south?"

The orc assassin pressed his chest for a moment, then turned and walked away. His speed was incredibly fast. Charles assessed briefly and knew he couldn’t catch up. He grabbed a Silver Rhinoceros and fired three shots; the orc assassin dodged them all with ease.

Anatasiya, Dobin, and Yellow Bear had just caught up when the orc assassin was already gone.

Anatasiya’s surprise showed as she said, "That was a member of the beastman’s Horse King Clan!"

"The movement technique he used was Wind Travels Thousand Miles!"

Charles had heard of the Horse King Clan, a peculiar orc race. Their progression into transcendence was extremely slow, yet they placed significant emphasis on the cultivation of special abilities, meaning the Horse King Clan’s combat capability could not be measured by ranks alone.

But since cultivating special abilities is actually more difficult than advancing in extraordinary ranks, the Horse King Clan rarely had young experts. The clan’s elders were mostly middle-aged men or women in their forties and fifties. Transcendents of that age generally had well-honed combat techniques that spoke to a return to the essentials, a steadiness in their moves.

Wind Travels Thousand Miles may not necessarily be faster than the Agility of the Leopard, but this Beastman assassin clearly had a much deeper mastery of his Special Ability than any assassin Charles had encountered before.

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Charles’s complexion grew grim. This Beastman assassin from the Horse King Clan was at least forty or fifty years old, having practiced for over thirty years longer than him. Even though his Supernatural Tier was not high, his strength was undeniably formidable.

He had never really come across such an aged Transcendent!

This type of old fellow, tempered by years, was truly troublesome to deal with.

However, what worried Charles even more was that if the Beastman tribes’ grand army really did attack, the four Knighthoods under his command would definitely not withstand it.

The Westwind Knights had only deployed two thousand men, and the Silver Pigeon Fortress Knights under Anatasiya’s control had even fewer numbers and weaker combat power. As for the other two Knighthoods combined, they barely surpassed a thousand men and were still not as good as the Silver Pigeon Fortress Knights. Find exclusive stories on novelbuddy

It wasn’t just that he couldn’t withstand it, even Krel Brittany couldn’t withstand it; the two Knighthoods under Krel Brittany’s command, one had collapsed and was undergoing reorganization, the other was newly formed. As for the three Knighthoods that splintered from Fortress Mostar’s Knighthood, they were even less of a match.

There was only one thought in Charles’s mind, "What should I do?"

"Should I die for my country, or should I quickly escape?"

"Where could I escape to? The Beastmen’s army would surely be heading straight for Strasbourg, and it would be futile even if I fled back to Strasbourg."

"Right now, Strasbourg has only the Royal Knights Order..."

"Or maybe I am worrying unnecessarily. Although the Strasbourg army might be insufficient, they would surely not lack High-Level Transcendents, or even Transcendents of the Sacred Order!"

After repeatedly analyzing, Charles finally decided to send out intelligence to Strasbourg and Krel Brittany first. As for when the Beastman tribal Allied Army slaughtered their way over, he would consider how to respond at that time.

Charles lost interest in hunting and returned to Silver Pigeon Fort with Anatasiya, Dobin, and Yellow Bear.

The next day when he got up, he heard Dobin come to report in a hurry, "The Beastman army outside, just like emerging from the ground, has already firmly encircled us."

Charles got ready, took all his weapons, and followed Dobin up to the ramparts, his eyes tightening slightly. Charles had fought a few battles before, but he had never seen such a vast "enemy army." The Beastman grand army encircling Silver Pigeon Fort numbered in the tens of thousands, besieging the city and leaving no gaps.

After watching for a while, Charles didn’t find any Transcendent of the Sacred Order among the Beastman army and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Forget it, let’s continue the maze-ification of Silver Pigeon Fort!"

Charles touched the diary in his pocket and decisively chose to initiate the maze-ification.

After this Beastman army had encircled Silver Pigeon Fort, they immediately launched an assault on the fortress.

Charles’s experience in defending a city was quite rich, after all, having had a confrontation with Lady Southseraph’s Restoration Army before. He commanded the Westwind Knights and easily repelled this tentative attack.

The Beastman army left behind more than ten corpses and withdrew, but in less than half an hour, they launched a second attack. This time they swapped in a squad of over a hundred Hunchback Red Bear Warriors.