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tatro and Aruka fought fiercely, leaving a trail of chaos behind them. The guards could not tell that tatro was just a sixth level warrior that managed to stay alive despite his overwhelming opposition. Aruka was already injured from the arrow that Amon fired at him. The wound was still burning between his ribs. It certainly didnt help that tatro was also adept at magic.
tatro assuredly did not fight like a mage. It wasnt a question in doubt since he waved what looked like a heavy sword. However, the handle of the sword was practically a magic staff. He integrated all sorts of strange forces into the areas covered by the blade of the sword in his attacks. He fought like a supre warrior as he certainly had the strength and power of one.
The place where the two n fought was seemingly swept by thunder and strong gusts of wind, accompanied by the bolt-like collision of weapons. Their strikes left vacuums in their wake, a surging force that ordinary warriors could not get close to. However, the kings guard was made up of well-trained soldiers. At first sight of this scene, they ford a formation of either side. Their shields were linked together, spears raised towards the two n. They sealed any space that could act as an escape route for tatro. They were prepared to attack from all directions like a porcupine.
Aruka quickly found that he could not resist tatros attacks. Several tis did he try to end the fight, but he found himself entangled in what seed to be magic. tatros long sword and short dagger strikes gave the guard captain little chance to fight back.
tatro, who had gained the upper hand, was also concerned. The wounded warrior was still brave and stoic despite being unable to retaliate properly. This fight was longer than both of them expected. In the initial panic, the soldiers around them moved into battle formations, with more guards flooding out of the camp. It seed like tatro needed to make more noise. He put away his short dagger and took out two scrolls.
He still paid attention to the movent of the camp during the fight. If he was going to use the scrolls, he had to make sure the mage would be lured out!
As he pulled out the scrolls, he swung his sword wildly to repel Aruka, creating space for himself. His figure flashed to the left, causing the force in the wind pressure to push the soldiers on that side back. The power of spatial impact knocked the soldiers a few steps back from the front.
A petite, cloaked man walked out of the camp and waved his cane gently. He did not speak, but he quietly perford his magic to help the guards in their fight against tatro. The man had seen that Aruka was not a worthy opponent of tatro after his injury, not to ntion the dozens of guards surrounding the two n, struggling to take down that one assassin.
tatro knew that the supre mage could not help himself but act. He wanted to capture this man and question him. tatro had fulfilled his purpose. Without hesitation, he unfurled a scroll.
Amon had made a significant sacrifice, passing those two high-level scrolls to tatro. One of them was the powerful Blades of the Wind, which Amon had used against the n Urhiya sent after him during the confrontation at the bank of the Nile River. tatro was suddenly engulfed in a fierce, raging wind, the tiny air streams surrounding him condensing and compressing. It was like he was protected in a shield of blades.
The battlefield tatro was on had little space for such powerful magic. He was still facing Aruka whilst being surrounded by dozens of guards, who had their shields held up on all flanks. He quickly found that he could not retreat fast and far enough to escape from the destructive effects of the Blades of the Wind. His actions were so similar to Amon in this regard that it was no wonder he was a descendant of Amons teachings he hurt himself with the powerful scroll as well. None of his enemies expected that.
A blue phosphorescent glow appeared on his scorpion shell armour, which was the effect of tatros magic power to use the armours defensive capabilities to its fullest. At the sa ti, he lifted his long sword whilst half-kneeling on the ground, putting his forehead against the poml of the grip as if he was praying. The smoke and dust rose to form a hazy shield to surround him. There were flashes of light and fire in the smoke and dust. It was caused by the friction against the raging wind blades.
Aruka danced around madly and jumped backwards while his sword shone like a silver shield in front of him. The supre mage in the distance reacted almost imdiately, twisting his magic cane and distorting the light and shadow around all the soldiers shields. They ford what seed like a translucent curtain, deflecting the flying wind blades.
Defensive magic was very taxing on the caster. The supre mage gave no opportunity for tatro to break away. The guards on his flanks did not move. It seed like tatro was the only one who had been injured by the scroll. If tatro did not throw out another scroll or retaliate smartly, he would be caught by his enemy once the Blades of the Wind had subsided.
The other scroll tatro threw forward was not particularly aggressive. It sent out wide-range disruptive ssage magic that befuddled magic users. The monts that followed seed to make everything look dark, like a dense, thick fog that exploded and blinded people. The scrolls effects darkened not only the sight of the naked eye but also detection magic, all in an instant. Just like that, the soldiers lost tatros position.
At first sight of this, the supre mage responded to tatros attempt at escaping. Without delay, he yelled, Everyone, hold your positions! He waved his staff yet again and a ray of light fell upon the soldiers. The light circled the thick fog that clouded Arukas vision as if it was about to smash and disperse it. Suddenly, a sharp and harsh voice emitted from the camp like soone had been cut in half by a dull blade.
Simultaneously, shouts could be heard. There are assassins! The cries ca to an abrupt end with a thunderous crash, followed by a heavy-looking object flying across the tents, smashing and destroying many things. Then, a cold voice followed, If you want the king to stay intact, listen to and stay where you are!
The voice was not especially loud. It was obvious that the owner of the voice was young. It was obvious that ssage magic was used to transmit the warning to everyone. Everyone inside and outside the camp could hear the voice. The supre mage and Aruka quickly lost focus on tatro, turning to rush back into the camp.
The magnificent fur tent at the centre of the camp had been demolished. It looked like it had been split in half by a gigantic blade. In the courtyard surrounded by curtains in front of the large tent, the iron grills had also been knocked off. The curtains were torn and sprawled on the ground. Everything seed deford.
The grills were knocked over by a large man. It was the supre warrior Affi, the kings bodyguard. At that mont, rust and ashes coated his shoulders while he stood at the entrance of the ruined tent, sword drawn. He did not enter, even though there wasnt a door.
The courtyard had been in such disorder that the most grandeur tent had been split in half. However, the objects at the front of the tent remained intact. The kings throne was still upright, but the table in front of it was cut in half. There were also two beautiful naked won, concubines of the king, wrapped in the blanket, shuddering in fear like buzzing bees.
The kings guard, servants, and the two sixth-level mages stood at the edge of the tent, but none of them dared to approach. King Lucier was sitting on the throne, his face flushed white with fright. His body shivered in terror. Because His Majesty was not properly dressed, the man beside him was kind enough to pass a garb to the king.
Luciers hands tightly grasped a piece of his sheets like he was holding a straw pillow around his abdon. Standing next to him was a young man donning strange armour not dissimilar to that of the assassin they were fighting earlier. His right hand rested a sharp blade on Luciers shoulder.
Celia, the kings accompanying supre mage, rushed back into the camp. She had only just realised that the king had been captured and was being held. Her first thought was to use spatial magic to move the king away from the assassins blade, but she imdiately dismissed the idea. The grey scroll in the assassins left hand was twirling around his fingers as if it would be unfolded and used any ti.
Celia recognised the scroll as the legendary Tiamats Wrath! If the kidnapping of the king failed, the assassin would surely die, but it was not unlikely that he would bring everyone to the underworld with him.
The supre mage was unsure of whether she could kill the assassin before he unleashed the scroll. Considering that this assassin snuck into the camp and fought Affi off, he must be much more powerful that the assassin who held his own against dozens of n outside. When the tension reached its zenith, Celia took a step forward with her staff and asked commandingly, Strange warrior, how daring of you. Who are you?
The assassin smirked heartily. His teeth bared white. He said, You may have heard of . My na is Amon. I am the Head of the An-Ra legion of the Ejyptian Empire. The man outside is my guard, tatro. I assu you are also wondering what my demands are and what conditions would satisfy the requirents for the release of His Majesty the King? With the knowledge of my identity, I doubt there is much else you need to ask. I am here for nothing but peace between our two countries. All I want is a sit-down and have a civil discussion.
This assassin was one with a deep magic conviction. Celia started going weak in the knees. It was the Head of the An-Ra legion and the survivor of the Flood in Duc!
Aruka rebutted, General Amon, I admire your courage, but do you truly think that you can leave here alive?
Amon chuckled. I certainly want to return ho alive. Ive considered all the possibilities. However, His Majesty King Lucier would certainly protect , right?
The words were indirectly addressed to Lucier. The King of Hittite saw the situation he was in. Although the assassin had a blade pressed against his neck, he was also surrounded by countless guards and hostiles. In this hinterland, if the king was hurt, the assassin would never be able to escape. Lucier recovered his calmness and said in a dignified tone, General Amon, I can forgive this atrocity and offence, but since you so nobly say that your intentions are but peace, I urge you to lay your arms down first and ask for my forgiveness.
The man tried hard to maintain his dignity as king, but his voice was mute. A hint of tremble leaked through his words.
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