Mage Legend-Chapter 829 - 58: Northern Cavalry_3

However, the giant serpent soared over him, paying him no heed.

Macken's army had already reached the end of the Snake-man Camp, slaughtering everything in their path. He was like lightning, destroying all obstacles before him. Macken pulled the reins of his horse, waved the command flag to his side, and began to maneuver for a second charge.

Although the serpent sensed something unusual and glanced at the white-haired old man, it merely flew lightly over him and ignored him.

The Half-Elf General commanding the central route was his real target.

The enormous body of the eight-headed Snake Lizard suddenly pressed down, like a terrifying black cloud descending to the earth. It stopped on the charging path of the central army, lowered its head, and began to gather strength.

The cavalry tried to maintain momentum, whipping their giant bears—something they would never do under normal circumstances—to speed up the charge.

The serpent suddenly raised its head, its roar echoing like thunderclaps throughout the field. The cavalry's charge crashed against an unyielding wall, and this torrent was firmly blocked by a dam of despair. The giant bears collided with each other, fearfully eyeing the serpent's direction, and no amount of prodding from the knights could make them advance. Those warriors at the forefront had already fallen from their mounts, losing the will to fight.

Only the "Savior" and his mount remained standing.

"Ignorant creatures! Do you see your own doom? Or are you too foolish to grasp the situation?" the serpent mocked. "Return to the ice plains! Crawl back to the tents you built with dung and rotten wood! That way, I might spare your lives!"

"Serpent! Keep your lies to deceive your own followers!" the Half-Elf fearlessly declared. "With the help of Light God Pate, I will defeat you, cast you into the Abyss, and send you into the void!"

The serpent's eight heads emitted a hissing laughter. It merely stepped forward, and the surrounding ground froze. The chilling breath turned into hair-like strands, yet as sharp as awls, penetrating everyone's bones. The Half-Elf's giant bear could no longer bear the pressure and collapsed. However, from the left flank of the ranks, sunlight from above Macken's direction shone brightly on the Half-Elf, warming him and restoring his strength.

The Half-Elf raised his sword, shattering the frozen ground underfoot, and charged valiantly towards the serpent amidst the soldiers' cheers.

Lynch supported Zilvra—who seemed to intentionally lean against him—standing on the edge of the All-Knowing Tower's platform, looking down. The gruesome scene on the battlefield was unbearable to watch, but this battle would determine the lives and deaths of countless people. The serpent commanded a great advantage, but under the sunlight, the Half-Elf managed to hold his ground. The serpent's attention now was not on eliminating this young rider but on finding the person providing him with power.

He detected the presence of his defeated subordinate, Light God Pate, but couldn't pinpoint the exact location.

The Black Dragon, panting heavily, flew back and, without a word, dived into Zilvra's ring to recover energy. The dwarves, affected by the serpent's breath, nearly froze to death and were just now recovering. Even Regula, who typically never stepped out of his chambers, stood behind Lynch accompanied by the Dark Elf, Zarra.

"What is that monster?" the Martial Monk suddenly asked. "It looks somewhat familiar to me?"

"That's the serpent, don't you know?" Zilvra, lying weakly on Lynch's shoulder, replied.

Regula frowned deeply, his eyes fixed on the monster below. He muttered to himself, speaking in a strange language as if casting a spell.

After a while, he abruptly opened his eyes, flames of anger burning within them. Zarra beside him was startled, for this Martial Monk had never shown anger before; his emotions were always as tranquil as a lake surrounded by mountains. The Martial Monk released Zarra's arm without saying a word and leaped from the All-Knowing Tower.

Lynch instinctively tried to grab him, but didn't have the agility of the Martial Monk. He said to Zarra, "Why didn't you stop him? At this height, he'll fall to his death!"

The Dark Elf narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing Lynch like the first time they met. Then she mocked Zilvra, "My dear sister, is this the kind of man you've found?"

Zilvra merely snorted in response, but Lynch looked surprised, then gazed thoughtfully at Zilvra.

The clouds gathered in the sky again, and the sunlight dimmed. The sun's rays, so hard won, were obscured, and darkness enveloped the earth once more. The Elf Knight, lacking support, could only balance this loss with a frenzy of attacks. But it was apparent to discerning eyes that although he could still hold his ground now, it wouldn't last long.

Regula descended from the sky, seemingly unafraid of the accumulated impact of the height. He withdrew a white strip of paper from his sleeve, covered with strange runes. Just as the serpent lifted its head, preparing to crush the Half-Elf in one bite, the Martial Monk abruptly pressed the spell fiercely onto its head.

Like being struck by the thunder of heaven and earth, the serpent's head was instantly shattered, its neck limply falling to the ground. The Martial Monk, leveraging the force of the strike, avoided the impact of the fall and began a furious assault on the serpent's back with fists and feet.

The pressure on the Half-Elf Knight alleviated, he quickly flipped up from the ground. In two quick steps, he plunged his sword into the serpent's chest. The sword exploded into shards, and its owner was thrown off. The serpent, however, had suffered a grievous blow and now felt threatened.

The Snake-man army, through telepathy with the serpent, immediately began retreating from the battlefield. The serpent also transformed into a cloud of dense black fog, covering its army's withdrawal.

"Do not pursue!" the Half-Elf commanded his soldiers. "First to third squads, scout the perimeter for any unforeseen attacks. The rest, under General Vislin's command, retreat into the Five Realms Fortress to regroup."

Most of the knights entered the city, blood-covered civilians escaping, disregarding their wounds, raising their hands to welcome them. The knights dismounted, not to bask in glory and praise, but to walk side by side with these people. The six-legged giant bears, with sharp olfactory senses, detected survivors trapped under rubble. With approval from their lead knight, the Bear Cavalry acted as a rescue team.

This allowed a large number of people to survive.

Vislin, after reuniting with his old subordinates, wasted no time. They gathered the wounded and sent them to Macken's knight camp, where they could receive the best medical treatment.

"We must forever remember our comrades who perished here today, as their sacrifice allows this fortress to stand, but more importantly, it gives hope to those we protect—our parents, siblings behind us!" Vislin raised the Holy Light Knights' flag, standing on the remains of the city wall, and declared, "No matter how strong the bricks, they may fall, but the knights of the Light God will never fall!"

The All-Knowing Tower, billowing thick smoke, shakily descended and settled beside Five Realms Fortress.

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