Gate chaos - Mercenaries 9

Author: Master Shuode
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Publish Date: 2006-09-01
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Name: Barbaras
Gender: Male
Race: Undead (formerly human)
Title: Necropolis General, Chief of the Eight Blades under the command of the Black Dragon Lord Chi Aotian. As the great Death Lord has said, "All undead live in their memories. They do not think actively; in their minds, they can only 'constantly' recall their past lives." From this perspective, it is not difficult to understand why the Necropolis General Barbaras, as a latecomer, could dominate the highest position among the eight generals of Chi Aotian's expedition army! As a veteran of the Northern Federation and the oldest core member of a small mercenary group, what did the death of General Chi Hanfeng in the blood-soaked streets of the imperial capital mean to Barbaras? Similarly, for another veteran of the Northern Federation, what did it mean when the Pope of the Holy Church, under the guise of support, led ten thousand elite Northern Federation troops step by step into an irredeemable abyss? This meant only one thing in the mind of this martyred "veteran" — hatred! As a righteous soldier, Barbaras naturally attributed this hatred to the Holy Church rather than the Phanos Legion. Since the Skeleton Legion was formed, up to the end of the God War, it is estimated that Barbaras himself had decapitated thousands of enemies! Among them, nearly a hundred senior officers with ranks above a thousand were killed! Such extraordinary achievements were enough to make all participants in the God War marvel! Later historians believed that such performance was unprecedented! Only undead, only Barbaras, a truly "death-defying" undead, could ignore all physical attacks and non-sacred magic attacks in battle and attack all enemies before them! In the later stages of the God War, the merits of the Necropolis General were so high that they could no longer be honored further! — "Magnificent! The Eight Blades of the Black Dragon Lord"
Changling enters the palace in the autumn of the 6th year of the Magic Calendar. Lingyun, Hurd, and Barbaras led the Skeleton Legion in a surprise attack on the main camp of the Western Emperor's coalition forces. Three of Chi Aotian's most formidable generals demonstrated their military talent for the first time! At this moment, the three of them did not know what they had brought to the Western Emperor's coalition forces. The terms undead creatures, undead units, and soul-draining evil species could all evoke vivid imaginations in an adult at midnight. Every race had a deep-seated fear of the dead from the bottom of their souls, a fear unaffected by courage, wisdom, or anything else. Even strong-willed races like half-orcs, werewolves, and bearmen could not control their nerves when they saw a vast, bone-white Skeleton Legion suddenly rise from the grass in broad daylight.
General Norton of the Phanos Flower Language Plain War Cluster heard the cold gasps of numerous legion commanders in front and behind him. The simple half-orc general blushed, as he was sure he had involuntarily taken a deep breath and made a similar sound like everyone else. In principle, Norton and the other legion commanders should not have reacted so strongly. After the in the Temple of the World, the Pope and Lord Renol had vaguely mentioned what happened in the southern part of the Flower Language Plain, of course, including the appearance of thousands of Skeleton soldiers in that battle. However, all the high-ranking officials, including the Pope, "kindly" believed that the Death Lord, at the cost of tearing up his face and challenging the Light God and the War God, had only one purpose—to seize that magnificent temple. The Pope comforted the senior clergy like this: "This provoked the Death Lord, and it was also our oversight. When we built the temple, we buried too many corpses, and all the decorations in front of the temple were made of human bones. Originally, we wanted to grant eternal life to the faithful through the grace of the main god, but unexpectedly, the place was too gloomy, which is why the Death Lord was attracted. Since the Light God and the War God are so generous, we, as servants, cannot be too stingy." Most of the red-card cardinals witnessed the scene at the time and knew how much of the Pope's so-called generosity could be trusted. However, everyone "truly" believed that the Death Lord would leave all the Skeleton soldiers there to permanently occupy the magnificent temple. The Church even issued an internal decree: strictly prohibit any troops within the Church system from approaching the temple within a 10-li radius.
Three lies can make a truth, and intentionally or unintentionally, including Norton, Monton, and even the Western Emperor's General Staff, accepted this view. No one had ever thought that such an undead army would appear on other battlefields on the Amneris continent. How powerful are Skeleton warriors? No one knew the answer to this question. The battle-hardened Norton was now in a state of confusion! The so-called "invincible general" probably understood the simple military principle of "know your enemy and know yourself, and you will never be defeated in a hundred battles" better than anyone else. So, how to deal with Skeleton warriors—what troops to deploy and how many troops to use to crush the enemy in one fell swoop? This question, in the 6th year of the Magic Calendar, not only Norton but no commander could answer accurately.
Another reason that made Norton feel uneasy was that, like Monton, he had placed all his elite troops in the north when arranging the camp, while the south was manned by relatively weak human soldiers. Now, these human soldiers were right under Norton's nose, and he certainly noticed their pale faces and the trembling of many soldiers' thighs. This problem, if it had occurred in a Phanos military exercise, even with advance notice, Norton would have had to rack his brains for at least an hour to think of a relatively secure solution. Fortunately, the young dragon knight did not make things too difficult for Norton's mind—his golden-red dragon lance was raised high, the dragon received a new command, and a joyful laugh echoed from its massive mouth as three small dragon-breath balls were fired in succession, whistling through the air. The dragon-breath balls fell continuously on the earthen wall south of Norton's camp, and the 2-meter-high wall swayed slightly before collapsing with a resounding crash!
The white Skeleton soldiers in the grassland let out excited shouts of coordinated attacks between their mandibles, swinging their long swords, and leaped one after another across the 5-meter-wide moat. "Shoot!" The voice of the southern watch commander in Norton's camp changed. In the chaos, only a small part of the soldiers carried out the order. Scattered arrows flew through the air, the wind whistling, and within less than 100 meters, the arrows almost hit the Skeleton soldiers in an instant. The arrows easily pierced the Skeletons' bodies and hung there swaying. The Skeletons who were hit were completely unaffected and leaped over the moat with the agility of snow wolves.
Could these Skeletons not be shot down? The frustrated thought floated in the minds of the human soldiers.
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