The First Magic World War-Chapter 299 - : 292, come and hit me if you dare

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Chapter 299: 292, come and hit me if you dare

If Charles had made this statement before his visit to St. Michael Island, at least half of the generals at Menilman’s military conference would have cursed, “Idiot!”

Sabastine would have even pointed to Charles’s nose and said bluntly, “Get this idiot out of here.”

But since Charles’s return from St. Michael Island, no one under Menilman dared to underestimate him again.

Menilman had fought many battles, capturing over twenty ships, and had become a classic military case study at major empire universities. Yet Charles, without making any noise, brought back more than a hundred ships, along with seventy to eighty thousand people.

Who would dare to look down on him now?

What earned him the most respect from Menilman’s generals was this:

Out of the hundred-plus ships Charles had taken back, he left ten for Ban Lanmalock and did not keep a single one for himself; he gave them all to Menilman.

But no one believed that Charles could have a simple method.

Though the Golden Ram Herolf was a bit in dire straits, this was a supernatural world, and all the miraculous military strategies developed on Earth were inapplicable here.

Byron had once been called a “military genius” for attempting to use the Fanga Clan’s Infinite Mirror Realm to maneuver his forces unpredictably, but when the transcendent humans of several great empires jointly attacked, they killed several Fanga Clan vampires. Byron’s army was left with no retreat, no supplies, and met with a miserable death.

It was total annihilation in the physical sense.

The stench of the burning vampire corpses was said to have reached Byron.

The transcendent vampires who followed him fought and retreated, but during the long withdrawal, they were pursued and killed by swarms of human transcendent beings, resulting in heavy casualties, with none returning to Byron.

Although the Golden Ram Herolf had lost all his ships and many pirates, he was still of the Sacred Order, with one Magical Alchemy Warship and St. Michael Island. Menilman, even now able to command four of the Sacred Order, still had no way to secure a victory over him.

In the supernatural world, only the transcendent beings can decide the outcome of a battle.

Charles felt everyone’s attention on him, but he didn’t really care, as he had now developed resistance; he wouldn’t bat an eyelid even when giving a PowerPoint presentation in front of hundreds.

“When I left,” Charles said easily, “I took all the food from the six lower levels of St. Michael Island!”

“The first level of St. Michael Island probably doesn’t have much food left. If it were only the Golden Ram Herolf alone, even if there were little food, it would suffice for him, and besides, he could fish for himself.”

At the mention of fishing, Menilman’s generals couldn’t help but laugh, as it was indeed rare for someone of the Sacred Order to fish himself.

Charles continued, “But the first level still has his own guard. These people could last a month or two at most, and that would be the limit of survival.”

“Our current advantage is that we have enough ships. By surrounding St. Michael Island, we could just watch the pirates starve.”

“Just a little bit of patience!”

“Victory! It’s just like that.”

This strategy was nothing new, but the generals under Menilman listened as if it were a revelation because such tactics had never existed in this world; usually, transcendent beings, with their greatest advantage being mobility, were difficult to completely surround.

Yet after Charles proposed the strategy, all of Menilman’s generals accepted the plan!

The strongest aspect of the Golden Ram Herolf was not that Magical Alchemy Warship, but St. Michael Island itself, which was the most powerful war machine.

Even those of the Sacred Order cannot go without food!

To starve the Golden Ram Herolf to death was clearly the easier option compared to storming St. Michael Island.

Menilman immediately made the decision, saying, “We’ll attack St. Michael Island now, we can’t give them the chance to gather food.”

Tumishen smiled faintly, thinking to himself, “If I can take down St. Michael Island, I can recruit another batch of assassins from the Orc Assassin Alliance.”

Sabastine was even more confident about the future.

Ban Lanmalock was also rubbing his hands together with eagerness to participate in the assault on St. Michael Island — a city whose historical reputation made it famous for never having been directly conquered, except by the collusion of the worms of the old kingdom with pirates.

For Notruden’s youngest lion, this was even more alluring than the charms of Aurora Sumei.

The Augusladin High Priest, on the other hand, was very calm. Charles was very forthright and transferred a hundred thousand Aegeus to the High Priest’s account!

In terms of purchasing power on Earth, that would be equivalent to eighteen or nineteen “small goals.”

The High Priest was very satisfied, as he and Charles had developed an “unbreakable” friendship.

It was just a one-day voyage from Cappadocia City to St. Michael Island.

Previously, because Cappadocia served as a transit point for the slave trade and had somewhat followed the lead of the Golden Goat Pirate Group, the two had coexisted without issue. Later, when the Golden Goat Pirate Group wanted to attack, various issues arose, and they never went through with it. No one expected that Cappadocia City, relatively weaker, would flip the script and attack St. Michael Island.

Menilman was certainly an excellent commander. She brought her fleet near St. Michael Island and calmly set up the formation, sealing off the island so tightly that not even the wind could get through.

In the past, no one could achieve such a feat, but who would have thought that Menilman would have so many warships at her disposal, while St. Michael Island had none?

Well, that’s not entirely true. There was still one Magical Alchemy Warship.

Golden Ram Herolf was furious upon hearing this news. He burst into the air, ready to send the Magical Alchemy Warship out to sea, but when he saw four beams of light soaring into the sky, he swallowed his rage and cursed loudly over St. Michael Island.

Menilman, a noblewoman, and Augustine, the High Priest, were too dignified to stoop to cursing others.

Tumishen, being a beastman, had no reservations about cursing, but with his clumsy tongue, after exchanging a few barbs with Goat Herolff, he stormed off in a huff, only to be repelled back by the Saint Michael spirit invoked by Herolff.

Sabastine was fiery, but lacking in literary culture her insults were limited to “you’re a pig,” “you eat dog shit,” which were neither hurtful nor effective.

However, the beautiful female pirate was also wise. She took Charles Mecklen up into the skies, urging Charles to exchange insults with their adversary.

Charles was a refined person and not one to hurl insults. All he could muster was a meek, “Golden Ram Herolf, the Queen Bee was taken by me, the people and ships on your island were taken by me; if you dare, come and fight me!”

“If you don’t come and fight me, then you’re just a little dog.”

Then, the officers under Menilman witnessed a shocking sight.

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Golden Ram Herolf spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and fell straight down…

Charles touched his own forehead, felt it was a bit soft, realized he had touched the wrong spot, quickly withdrew his hand, and said, “This must certainly be a ruse by Herolf to lure us in.”

“I’ll insult him some more!”

“Herolf! Come and fight me, won’t you?”

Golden Ram Herolf was of the Sacred Order, after all; a fall wouldn’t bother him, but the mouthful of blood he had spat out in a fit of rage had indeed damaged his vitality.

Just as he struggled back to his feet, he heard Charles Mecklen’s loud cry and felt a surge of heat in his chest before spitting another mouthful of blood.

Insulting someone isn’t about the vulgarity of the words or the wit of the phrases, but about really hitting the tender spot in the heart.

And Charles, he truly struck right at Golden Ram Herolf’s heart.

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