Ashen Dragon-Chapter 310 - 233 The Magur Incident (2)

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Chapter 310: Chapter 233 The Magur Incident (2)

Misha trembled with fear on the carriage, but she mustered up her courage and quietly lifted the curtain, wanting to see what was happening outside.

On this chaotic battlefield, the pungent smell of gunpowder filled the air. Soldiers from both countries were killing and grappling with each other, lives disappearing at any moment, as worthless as grass.

Yet the scene that filled her with despair unfolded right before her eyes.

Old John stood trembling in place with a spear in his hand, never having experienced such terrifying slaughter.

Behind him were soldiers with murderous and bloodshot eyes.

“Old John—”

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Misha anxiously poked her head out, wanting to warn him, but it was already too late.

“Sss—”

A blood-stained spear pierced through his chest, and crimson blood gushed from Old John’s chest.

In his final moments, Old John did not look at his killer but slowly turned his head towards the carriage where Misha was, using all his strength to put a finger to his lips in a “silence” gesture.

“No…”

Misha couldn’t help but cry out, her eyes reddening.

But she quickly realized this could expose her, so she forcibly covered her mouth, trembling as she curled up in the carriage, letting tears stream freely down her cheeks.

However, Old John’s death was just a trivial matter on the battlefield, insignificant to both sides of the war.

But the situation on the battlefield became increasingly clear. Surrounded by thousands of Ironclad Cavalry, fewer and fewer Goblin Soldiers remained standing. Without a complete unit, they could not withstand the cavalry’s repeated charges.

Surrounded by nearly ten times the number of enemies, even with the advantage of equipment and soldier quality, the kingdom’s guard had no chance of turning the tide.

All the guards around Hart were killed; he was now surrounded by nearly a hundred soldiers.

He was covered in blood, letting out heart-wrenching roars, like a beast trapped by hunters.

“All of you, die!”

“You lowly humans!”

“I am a noble Dragonblood Earl of the Ashen Kingdom!”

Hart’s eyes were bloodshot, and the scales on his face slightly opened, emitting white smoke all over his body.

“You damn Evil Dragon Minion! Go! Avenge our comrades!”

The Knight Commander shouted angrily.

Several soldiers behind Hart tentatively thrust out their spears, but they were blocked as if striking iron, stopped by the hard scales on his back.

“Hahaha, useless!”

“This is the strength bestowed upon me by His Majesty!”

He laughed maniacally, using his sharp claws to tear apart the soldier in front of him and biting off another soldier’s arm.

He was like a killing machine, mercilessly reaping the lives of the soldiers.

“Roar—”

With a powerful Dragon’s Roar, Hart’s body trembled violently.

His face twisted as he spewed out hot flames, turning the surrounding area into a sea of fire. Even the bravest soldiers retreated in panic, fearing being engulfed by the roaring flames.

Hart single-handedly killed hundreds of elite soldiers, and all the Goblin Soldiers had long since perished, leaving him desperately alone.

The Knight Commander shouted with bloodshot eyes, “We must kill him! Avenge our comrades!”

Eventually, several robed mages extended their Magic Wands together. As a strange cold wind descended, Hart’s movements became slower, and a layer of ice gradually covered his face.

Immediately afterward, several soldiers swarmed forward, and multiple spears pierced through Hart’s still-warm heart simultaneously.

And so, the Dragonblood Earl of the Ashen Kingdom, leader of the Free Trade Caravan, Hart, died, marking the end of this battle and the demise of this powerful caravan.

At the top of this hill.

Duke Leo, clad in armor, rode a tall black warhorse, looking down at the smoky, chaotic battlefield below, his eyes devoid of any joy of victory.

“Your Grace, all the enemies have been annihilated, totaling two hundred seventy-five dead.”

With the urgent sound of hooves, the Knight Commander from the front lines came to report.

Duke Leo frowned slightly and asked, “And our losses?”

The Knight Commander bowed his head, hesitated for a moment, and then said, “We suffered a total of… one thousand two hundred thirty-four casualties.”

Duke Leo looked solemn, sighing, “This was just a caravan’s guard, not even the regular army of the Ashen Kingdom. And even when surrounded without preparation, they managed to inflict such a loss ratio…”

“A truly terrifying army.”

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Trischka added from beside him, “And they’re getting stronger. This is the best opportunity we have found.”

“If we let them develop for another ten years, the consequences would be unimaginable.”

Duke Leo said calmly, “As things stand, we have no retreat. Total war between the North and the Ashen Kingdom is imminent, and a conclusion between good and evil must be reached. And we—will definitely be the final victors.”

Trischka looked at the sky, uncertainty and confusion in his eyes, but he still said,

“We will, Your Grace… We will.”

The caravan’s carriages were still burning fiercely. During the battle, Hart ordered all the goods to be burned, leaving the enemy with no gains, but the mages of Boske had begun urgent firefighting.

However, no one noticed a petite, thin girl slowly moving in the pile of corpses on this smoky, chaotic battlefield, quietly escaping this dreadful hell.

“Old John…”

Hidden behind a rock, Misha wiped away her tears, biting her lip, her eyes full of hatred.

The girl gripped the old whip in her hand tightly—that was something she risked her life to take from Old John’s body, his final memento to her, everything else already turned to ashes by Boske soldiers.

“I will avenge you.”

She thought.

A few days later, the news of the Boske Duchy’s attack on the “Free Trade Caravan” spread across the North, causing widespread panic, but soon the events unfolded beyond their expectations.

The Boske Duchy officially named the incident the “Magur Campaign” and widely publicized this victory as the beginning of the end of evil.

Immediately following, the Boske Duchy, along with the Carter Duchy, the Fano Duchy, and other northern countries jointly issued the “Stratholme Fortress Accord,” announcing the formation of the “Anti-Red Dragon Alliance” to the entire Anzeta Great Wilderness, and formally declaring war on the Ashen Kingdom.

Anzeta was in an uproar, and the atmosphere everywhere grew tense.

Almost everyone knew—

The sky over the Anzeta Great Wilderness was about to change.

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