The Vastness of Magi Chapter 242 - 242 8 Intervention2

??Chapter 242: Chapter 8: Intervention_2

Chapter 242: Chapter 8: Intervention_2

Kor mused silently, feeling caught off guard by the rapid deterioration of the situation. The Hor army would reach Mandu in a week at most, and the number of rioters still exceeded thirty thousand, ten tis the invading Hor’s forces. The ferocious and brutal behavior of the Hor army in Banassia had terrified the rioters, their morale was low. If there had been any escape, they would have already resud their flight. To now defeat this enemy, it was first essential to bolster the morale of the rioting forces, then use their overwhelming nurical advantage to crush the Hor army. Of course, this would involve disrupting the enemy’s formation and breaking their spirit, which would require the assistance of the mages and Dark Knights standing by his side.

“Maha Gummi, contact their chiefs imdiately and have them hand over all command to . We will take responsibility for directing this battle.” Although Kor knew this might risk exposing their side, he couldn’t care less. If they did not intervene, this rabble would undoubtedly collapse without a doubt. Not only would the Hor army potentially advance into Caucasus after stabilizing the situation in Leon, but the surge of fleeing slaves would also serve as a perfect excuse for the Hor army to march into Caucasus.

“No problem, they’ve lost their direction and are now hoping for us to take over. I’ll contact them right away.” Maha Gummi’s face bead with excitent, clearly hoping for Caucasus to take charge. To sit by and watch those detestable aristocratic mine owners swagger about the land once more was sothing Maha Gummi would not stand for either.

When Kor and his party appeared before a group of riot leaders, these so-called leaders imdiately felt the pressure emanating from the newcors. This pressure was so intense that they montarily felt suffocated. They looked at the party in awe and promptly stepped forward with the utmost respectful etiquette to greet the guests. Any previous doubts had vanished without a trace.

The number of rioters holed up in the Mandu region totaled more than thirty-six thousand, making up the largest riot force in the entire Leon Region. The majority were Half-Beastn and those with Half-Beastn ancestry, and of course, there was also a significant portion of Mortals.

Kor’s gaze slowly swept over the faces of those standing before him. Both the Half-Beastn and Mortals felt a chill in their hearts. This man, with only his eyes visible beneath a scarf covering his face, exuded an aura that clearly denoted his natural nobility. This made the riot leaders, who were accustod to feeling inferior before mortal nobility, fight the urge to kneel. His companions, shrouded just as tightly in scarves, had no regard for anyone present. Their disdainful gazes were even more unbearable than that of the noble guest’s.

“Mr. Woodhardt, Mr. Bovary, Mr. Sora, Mr. Mizari, these are the distinguished guests from Caucasus you have long been waiting for,” said Maha Gummi smartly, avoiding any introduction of their true identities. In the current ambiguous circumstances, Kor also wished to maintain the necessary secrecy to avoid any complications that might later arise.

“Honored guests, thank you for coming. We need your help, and your presence will bring us good fortune. Please, take a seat over here.” Seeing so of the half-beastn appearing awkward as if unsettled by their host’s imposing manner, the only mortal among the four stepped forward and expressed goodwill towards them in as respectful a tone as possible.

This was likely in the reception hall of a noble mine owner’s manor on the outskirts of Mandu Town. The room was spacious, and the peach wood furniture looked brand new yet lacked substance. The shelves that should hold antiques were empty, perhaps because the urgency of war had left no one with the mind to consider such things. The ard mob had no choice but to use this place to receive their guests.

“Gentlen, I believe our goal is the sa. Defeating Hor’s army is our common wish. However, I’m afraid everyone is aware of the situation in Banassia. It’s not about diminishing our own prestige to bolster the enemy’s morale. Our ard forces lack training, and although we have more than thirty thousand people, the vast majority of them don’t even have complete weapons and armor. They haven’t undergone any formal military training. Facing Hor’s army, which has been trained rigorously over many years, we stand no chance of winning. In fact, we might suffer an even more humiliating defeat than we did in Banassia.” Kor had no mind for pleasantries. With Hor’s army bearing down, they needed to reorganize these civilian militias imdiately. Out of the thirty thousand ard forces, managing to compile a force of ten thousand was already the limit, and this ten thousand would serve as the decisive power in the upcoming defense of Mandu.

“Sir, aren’t you being a bit alarmist? We’ve heard that there are only three thousand soldiers in Hor’s army that are preparing to march south to Mandu. Are you saying that even with ten tis their number, we cannot defeat them?” The half-beastman chief known as Mizari clearly felt dissatisfied with Kor’s debasent of their own combat capabilities and rebutted indignantly.

“Mr. Mizari, I’m not being alarmist. In the Banassia battle, twenty thousand ard n collapsed in less than an hour, a fact you’re surely aware of. You should also understand your soldiers—they lack weapons, armor, and have not been formally trained, nor have they ever experienced or witnessed a magic attack. A few simple magical assaults from a mage can leave them in utter disarray. Given the impact of regular army assaults, how long do you think your thirty thousand can hold out?” A scornful sneer crossed Kor’s lips as he pointedly jabbed at their vulnerabilities.

The word ‘mage’ pronounced, all the mob leaders, including Bovary, fell silent, brought up short by their greatest weakness, which even they couldn’t deny. The half-beastn were innately in awe of the forces of nature, regarding them as divine punishnt. Mages who could freely wield these natural powers were considered envoys of the gods. The psychological impact of a magical attack far exceeded the physical harm it inflicted, especially so in large-scale military combat. They were all too aware of their own weakness. Obviously, in the battle of Banassia, Hor’s army had used magic attacks. The retreating soldiers reported that before a formal attack could even be launched, countless thunderbolts struck down from the sky, and giants ford of mud devoured half-beastn soldiers. This powerful visual shock directly led to the collapse of their own forces. They fled in utter disarray without needing the enemy army to charge. The pursuing forces of Hor’s army rely played the role of battlefield cleaners.

Seeing all the half-beastman chiefs head hung low, Kor knew he had struck a nerve and pressed the advantage, “Gentlen, it’s not that I don’t trust you, but the stakes of this battle are too high for any negligence. If we fail, perhaps I can slap my rear and flee back to the Caucasus, but what about you? And what of the tens of thousands of slaves who have just obtained their freedom? Therefore, in this battle, we must erge victorious without fail! The gentlen behind

will assist you and your soldiers to grasp what true warfare is, what true warriors are, over these next few days. They will also acquaint your soldiers with the baptism of magic, to prevent them from falling into disarray during the imminent war.”