Chapter 639
Chapter 639: Drowned
Translator: Dess Editor: EbonyFrost
The land trembled as the Warren riders charged into the Prairie's main camp like a sharp sword .
The sudden ambush of the Warren riders escalated the already chaotic situation in the main camp .
Some of the setups and defensive measures in the main camp that were built specifically to defend against Warren riders were destroyed during the uproar by the Prairie soldiers themselves or the Raven and Viper sect spies .
It allowed three thousand of the Warren riders to charge in without any resistance .
Horses neighed sharply and people growled angrily .
Blades and swords glared as they collide, creating streams and streams of a bloody river .
A fire torch suddenly lit up across the air, drawing a bright arc before landing on the main camp's army supply .
The fire instantly burned fiercely on the fodders for the horses, followed by rations for the troops .
A big area of the main camp was set ablaze .
The fire burned furiously, causing even the well-trained horses to neigh in fear and when the ropes were cut off, the horses ran rampant everywhere, struggling as the fire was burning on them .
The blazing horses galloped across the main camp, setting more places on fire .
"Put the fire out! Put the fire out!"
Many of the Prairie soldiers were shouting in alarm, but most of them couldn't escape the sticky situation themselves . A lot of them were facing their envious opponent from other tribes while beside them were enemies charging across their camp, if they would give up in resisting and extinguish the flames, they would perish as well .
The only way for them to survive was to kill the opponent before their eyes, even though their opponent was once their comrades in arms .
Only a small portion of the Prairie soldiers reached an accord in ceasing fire among themselves, yet such accord couldn't prolong their survival and instead, it drove them to their deaths faster .
Stabs came from the shadows, taking lives one after another .
Flares flew across the sky, setting more fire across the camp .
The Prairie soldiers were being reaped of their precious lives because the riders of Warren had marked down the targets with importance . The riders fired their crossbows sharply at their targets .
Sou Sou Sou Sou!
Arrows rained down from the sky, hundreds and thousands of Prairie's soldiers fell after being hit .
While some were still crying in agony, the horses stomped over them without mercy, robbing their remaining life force and turning them into a pile of quiet minced meat .
Mary's palms were sweaty . She experienced battle before but not war on the battlefield .
She saw enemies before her eyes, comrades-in-arms beside her, all she could do was to charge forward, ceaselessly .
She knew she was the leader of the group, if she ever hesitated, it would quickly crumble the hard gathered troops .
That was the reason she rode the white horse to battle .
When she was 7 years old, her mother had warned her more than once that it would be better not to choose an eye-catching color horse while riding to battle because it would eventually turn her into a living target .
Though Mary didn't have a choice, she had to be eye-catching and shine like a waving flag!
Ding!
Celty once again fended off an incoming arrow with his sword . It wasn't the first time and definitely not the last .
From the moment they rode into the main camp, Celty has fended at least twenty arrows aimed at Mary . Even though Celty was one of the elite members of the Raven Sect, possessed outstanding skill sets, he couldn't hold it long enough before gasping heavily .
It wasn't an easy task to protect a single person with full attention on the battlefield which was forever changing .
Ding .
Another arrow was fended off, this time around it was Maxim instead of Celty .
The Raven Sect recorder wasn't in good shape either, he glanced over his comrade who shared the worsened condition yet all he could do was yell, "Your Highness, ride forth!"
There wasn't a retreating path after that, all they could do was ride through the Prairie's main camp and if they broke through the camp, victory will be in their hands .
However, should they be surrounded by the Prairie soldiers…
The Raven Sect recorder swiftly shook his head to discard such thoughts from his mind and return to fend off the incoming arrow .
However, this incoming arrow was different from the previous ones . Just as Maxim's sword was about to break the arrow, the arrow moved in an arc and dodged the slash before heading towards Mary .
Maxim was shocked .
"Your Highness!"
His voice sounded in panic but another figure leaped up from the horses beside and blocked the arrow with his body .
Pum!
The arrow perforated the rider's chest, bringing his body down to the ground .
Gallops then followed up in crushing the rider's body .
All the while, Mary didn't even get a clear look at the rider who sacrificed his life for her .
When she realized she was saved, the rider's body was drowned by the relentless gallops .
All she could hear was a young voice .
Suddenly, she sobbed hard, a strong wind blew behind her and even made her eyes teary .
Mary held the corner of her eyes with her hand, preventing the tears from falling .
"Move forth!"
"Move forth!"
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