The Vastness of Magi Chapter 241 - 241 8 Intervention

??Chapter 241: Chapter 8: Intervention

Chapter 241: Chapter 8: Intervention

Six people stood silently on the hill, looking at the distant town. Kor gazed ahead thoughtfully. The blonde Half-Beastman who followed closely behind Kor looked very different from when they had first t. His neatly combed blonde hair seed to shine with a hint of golden luster. His rugged appearance was sowhat polished by the fitted short rchant’s outfit he wore, making him look more like a successful small rchant than before, except his sharp gaze remained unchanged.

Kor’s expression was dark. He had not expected the Hor Army to arrive so quickly. In just a few short days since they had infiltrated Leon, the Hor Army had already made significant moves. Leaving only five hundred soldiers to guard Bruce Fortress, over five thousand soldiers struck Banassia with the speed of lightning, catching the rebellious ard forces in the North completely off-guard. Almost twenty thousand ard slaves were helpless against the diamond-shaped battle formation of the Hor Army, which used its overwhelming montum to break through the main force. Over four thousand slaves lost their lives in the battle, and more than six thousand were captured. More than three hundred slave heads hung throughout Banassia Town, while the remaining thousands of slaves mostly fled south under the leadership of a person known as the Saving Knight. They retreated into the eastern Izmir region to join the local rioters, while a small fraction scattered and fled. As for the captured slaves, apart from so who were beheaded to make an example, the majority were reclaid by the mine owners who followed Hor’s army with their private soldiers and were turned back into slave miners.

The fierce strike of Hor’s army had completely devastated the once-flourishing Northern rebel forces. It made the rioters, who had always thought they possessed an invincible ard force, realize that their fighting strength was insignificant compared to a regular army. The prowess of the Hor Army also threw them into panic, and they didn’t know how to deal with this relentless and powerful enemy.

It was under these circumstances that Kor’s party arrived at Mandu, a key town in southern Leon. Considering the poor performance of the rioters, the southward-moving Hor Army divided into two groups. One marched directly toward Izmir, to the south of Banassia, while the other changed course to advance southwest, ready to crush once and for all the slave rioters’ most important stronghold in Leon, Mandu Town.

“Maha Gummi, you say they hope for our help, but what kind of help are they looking for now? We have already provided them with weapons, food, and all sorts of supplies as agreed, haven’t we? What else could they possibly need?” Kor was clearly also surprised by the weakness of the rebel forces, and his concern was evident. Although Kor had never expected the rioters to defeat Hor’s army, he was deeply disappointed by the outco of them collapsing at the re touch despite outnumbering Hor’s forces. The turn of events added to the worries in his heart.

“Sir, it’s not about weapons, food, or those sorts of things anymore. These ard slaves have never undergone formal training; they simply can’t break through the tight formations of a regular army. They can only watch powerlessly as Hor’s Army breaks through their loose lines. I’ve heard that a Mage from Cyprus used magic, calling down lightning from the sky, which imdiately overwheld the already faltering will of the ard rioters. Their defensive line collapsed on the spot, so Hor’s Army managed to achieve such a significant victory without any losses. Therefore, these rioters now hope that we can directly participate in combat, preferably by providing them with commanders or even Mages. Uh, they’ve also realized that we Caucasus have been supporting them all this ti, so…” Perhaps feeling that the rebels’ requests were sowhat unreasonable, Maha Gummi’s tone hesitated, worried that his words would anger the Lord.

“Hmph, now they think of us? Why didn’t they accept our advice from the beginning?” Kor snorted indifferently, seemingly unsurprised by the requests. It was an expected developnt. Although the rebel forces were large in number, and the Caucasus had provided them with plenty of arms and supplies, for a force of 80,000 rioters, the support from the Caucasus, combined with the weapons they had acquired from defeating Noble private soldiers, was still far from enough. Moreover, they desperately lacked formal training, which couldn’t be redied overnight. Although Kor, through Maha Gummi, had suggested to the rioters after their victories that they slow their expansion, strengthen formal training, and even secretly offered military instructors from the Caucasus if they wished, the rioters, blinded by their victories, expanded rapidly without heeding the Caucasus’ advice. Now, they were tasting the bitter consequences.

“Sir, as you know, most of these people are of slave origin, lacking insight and long-term planning. They were blinded by superficial victories. Such combat might have a chance against similarly untrained local Noble private soldiers, but against Hor’s regular army, there’s only a path to certain death. If we don’t help them now, I can assure you that within a fortnight, both Mandu and Izmir will fall back into the hands of Hor’s Army, and the rioters might even flee toward our Caucasus en masse.” Maha Gummi never hid his disappointnt in his fellow countryn and had a profound understanding of the ard forces organized by them, never believing they could defeat Hor’s army.