The First Order-Chapter 1151 - Don’t need anyone’s protection

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Chapter 1151: Don’t need anyone’s protection

Actually, most people did not understand the battle tonight.

The group of knights from the Tudor family who attacked were led by a certain illegitimate son who harbored hopes of returning to the clan. The few hundred of them were divided into two teams. One team would suppress the caravan with their arrow fire and extensive mobility around the perimeter, while the other would remain hidden in the shadows, ready to attack at any moment.

They had come here extremely well-prepared this time, and everyone also analyzed the situation beforehand: The trade caravan’s guards should all be from the Knights of the Inferno, but they were not riding proper warhorses. Furthermore, they were not wearing their heavy armor or carrying the Knights of the Inferno’s armaments. Therefore, if the Knights of Tudor were to really charge in, the nearly 300 of them, who were equipped with warhorses and armaments, would be enough to defeat this trade caravan.

As for Melgor, they naturally had considerations for him as well. The illegitimate son had already made a meticulous plan after taking his men to scout the battlefield yesterday. Once they broke through into the camp, they would immediately surround Melgor and kill him.

At that time, even if Melgor could recite a few spell incantations, it would still be worth sacrificing a few lives in exchange for killing a sorcerer.

It was just like someone was holding a pistol, but as long as you rushed forward quickly enough with enough people, the threat of the pistol would not be able to affect the final victory. 𝒇𝒓eewe𝒃𝑛𝒐𝘃𝒆𝚕.co𝘮

However, grenades were a different thing.

Moreover, these were not normal grenades either. Not only could they be dropped without a trace, but they could also be stuffed into your hands or pockets from several hundred meters away!

Who could stand that?

When the battle started, Old Xu hid in the shadows and helped Ren Xiaosu locate the enemies’ positions while Melgor pretended to recite incantations as a cover. When the grenades were thrown out one by one, the scales of battle tipped.

Ren Xiaosu did not intend to waste any more time. For a max-level account like him to come and seal club, it would be disrespectful to himself to waste any more time than necessary.

All of a sudden, the people from the Tudor family were so dazed by the explosions they did not even know how to put up a fight anymore.

Actually, the young man from the Tudor family also had an ace up his sleeve. His father had instructed him that if he did not succeed in the end, he should charge in and sacrifice himself.

As long as his illegitimate son died at the camp, his father could use the Bloodline Summoning spell to descend onsite and try to take Melgor’s life as quickly as possible.

If it succeeded, the illegitimate son’s father promised him that his name would be written into the genealogy book.

This might sound very absurd, but that illegitimate son was inexplicably excited. It was as though it were a very glorious thing for him to be included in the family tree.

However, he did not know that adding an illegitimate child’s name to the genealogy book was not something his father could decide.

This was a lie. What was sad was that when the father lied to his son to send him to his death, there was no tinge of mercy at all.

In the end, their plan to kill Melgor did not succeed. The moment his illegitimate son died, his father tried to get summoned over with the Bloodline Summoning spell. But just as the ice sculpture’s head was formed, it was blown away by a grenade that followed soon after.

At this moment, Melgor was surrounded by a group of unaware companions. Everyone was commending him with every word of praise they could come up with, leaving him at a bit of a loss.

Someone even begged Melgor to tell them the details and explain that magical spell he cast. With that, Melgor became even more at a loss.

Melgor wanted to say he should be the one who most wanted to know what had happened!

And since Melgor did not know what was going on, he could only keep smiling until his face stiffened.

Throughout this, Qian Weining only thanked Melgor once for his hard work and did not ask any further questions.

In Qian Weining’s eyes, this was just a battle between the Houses of Norman and Tudor. He was not willing to get involved for no reason.

There was only one thing on Vice President Qian’s mind right now. How could he get rid of Melgor from the trade caravan?!

To him, Melgor was a ticking time bomb if he stayed with the caravan.

For example, more than 30 of his subordinates had died tonight, but Melgor was still fine as he was.

Qian Weining even wondered if all his subordinates would end up dead before they made it to Ghent City. He wondered if he should even give his all to ensure the mission would get completed? He might end up dying along the way too!

Amid the commotion, Ren Xiaosu leaned against the side of a carriage and looked at everyone with a smile. Suddenly, his gaze connected with the young sorceress, An’an. Then An’an quickly got into her carriage.

The middle-aged woman, Chen Jingshu, asked, “Did Melgor say anything?”

“No.” An’an shook her head. “A lot of people are asking him about the sorcery he used, but he refused to explain.”

An’an and her companions knew how to speak the language of the Magi since they learned it in their childhood, but they did not know what the incantation for the Boiling Airburst spell was. Meanwhile, Melgor recited it so quickly that An’an and Chen Cheng could not make out what he was saying.

Therefore, they could not confirm whether Boiling Airburst was really used.

“I didn’t expect a junior sorcerer like him to be a hidden expert.” Chen Jingshu muttered, “Could the House of Norman really be helping him from behind the scenes?”

“But we’ve investigated Melgor before. He’s indeed just a fringe sorcerer. Even if the House of Norman had helped him, they couldn’t raise a fringe sorcerer to become an archmage within two years, right? Aunt, what are your chances against Melgor?”

Chen Jingshu shook her head. “It’s hard to say. His sorcery is extremely explosive. If I get hit by it, I’ll either die or suffer serious injuries. It’s too dangerous to fight against someone like that.”

Of course, highly explosive spells were one of the reasons why the House of Norman could gain a foothold in the Kingdom of Sorcerers.

An’an muttered, “First, there was the appearance of the strange Ren Xiaosu, and now, a strange Melgor has shown up too. I keep getting the feeling that if this continues, we might not be able to reach Ghent City successfully. The people who came to kill Melgor are all from the House of Tudor. That clan never lets their smallest grievances go unanswered, so they’ll probably send an archmage over the next time.”

Chen Jingshu frowned in response. “It’s very dangerous indeed.”

“Why don’t we split from the caravan first?” An’an said, “That Ren Xiaosu is also going to Ghent City, and he previously told you he wanted to leave the group as well, so why don’t we wait for him there? When the time comes, we can send someone to wait at the city gate. We’ll definitely spot him then.”

Chen Jingshu pondered it for a moment before saying, “There’s something I want to tell you all. We can’t leave him behind now. If there’s really danger, we have to protect him too!”

Chen Cheng and An’an did not know that the founder could make people cry, but Chen Jingshu did. In a situation like this, how could she abandon the suspected descendant of the founder and run away?

Next to them, Chen Cheng suddenly said, “But have you guys noticed that Ren Xiaosu looked very relaxed the entire time? I suspect he’s actually waiting for those archmages to arrive.”

An’an carefully recalled the situation wherein Ren Xiaosu followed them in Vaduz City. That young man was not even anxious in a large city like that and managed to trap them inside the blacksmith’s workshop in the end. Furthermore, he even had some extremely strange ways to track them down.

Chen Cheng’s guess was actually very absurd. After all, who was so bored as to pit themselves against archmages? They were all masters who had practiced sorcery for 10 to 20 years and were extremely dangerous.

But for some reason, An’an suddenly felt that Chen Cheng might be correct.

Chen Cheng looked at An’an and Chen Jingshu and said, “I don’t think he needs anyone’s protection.”