strictlysupreme Chapter 971 I am the Tide
Chapter 971 I am the Tide
Chapter 971 I am the Tide
Every new member of the Kheshig army drinks a bowl of magic potion prepared by a shaman and has a totem carved on their back with the blood of a grassland monster.
In reality, however, the cheap magic potion and the equally cheap beast blood tattoo did not give the Kheshig army any extraordinary power; at most, they only made them physically stronger than ordinary people.
This ritual is more like a customary rule among the Kheshig soldiers, designed to inspire their courage and cultivate their identification with the Kheshig identity.
But now, stimulated by the wild spirits of the beasts, their potential has been fully unleashed.
The price might be a shortened lifespan and a long period of weakness, but on the battlefield, victory and survival are far more important than a mere shortened lifespan.
The paladins, caught between the Kheshig army and their forces, were like rocks standing firm on the shore.
The heavy arrows they fired only stirred up a layer of foamy waves.
But the rest of the Sassanid garrison was in a different situation; they were met with a one-sided massacre.
"His Majesty?"
Governor Rumi, who was watching the battle, asked anxiously, "Should we use cupping?"
He wanted to rely on Howezan's own strength to complete the revenge, but the gap in strength between the two sides was too great. Even if all the reserves were deployed, it would probably not last long.
No wonder even a fortified city like Isfahan fell to the iron hooves of these barbarians. Without the help of this new emperor, a mere city like Howezan would probably have fallen in no time.
"No need."
Rumi had the courage to perish with the enemy, but the gap in strength could not be bridged by courage. What followed was no longer a battle that ordinary soldiers could participate in. Even if he took out Hovezan's trump card, he might not be able to inflict much damage on these Kheshig soldiers who were as agile as the werewolves before.
Lothar gave Rumi a deep look: "Sound the horn and have your men withdraw."
"Wild Hunt Legion, move out!"
As Lothar's words fell, amidst the rumbling of horns...
A terrible, cold wind, unlike anything the Sassanids had ever experienced, swept out of the city, lashing people's faces with swirling snowflakes. Amidst the chaotic footsteps, one after another, soldiers clad in heavy armor appeared on the city walls.
They appeared out of nowhere in the white frost, as if they were ghosts.
They wore helmets resembling bull horns, and their black armor was both magnificent and worn, covered with rust spots, as if they had slept for countless days and nights with their masters in the tomb, and was covered with a layer of frost.
The dogs barked loudly.
Weighing over a hundred kilograms, exuding a chilling aura and emitting a blue glow, the rabid hounds leaped from their masters and pounced on the kheshig.
"When did these people arrive? Did they take the teleportation array?"
Governor Rumi had heard of teleportation arrays, but he had never heard of Lothar having such a terrifying army under his command. Were they all the legendary army created by drinking magic potions?
How many potions would that cost?
He simply didn't dare think about it.
The two sides clashed, and every moment, wild hunters were killed and kheshig soldiers were cut down.
A Kheshig soldier raised his hand and smashed the mad hunting hound that pounced on him, but the cold air that burst forth after its death froze his body, and in the blink of an eye, a mad hunting soldier chopped off his head.
With the Witcher novels becoming popular throughout the Christian world over the past few years, and with Hannya having reached the second stage of his cultivation, the strength of these Wild Hunt soldiers has also increased significantly. For a time, they fought to a standstill against the Kheshig army, which had been enhanced through multiple layers of reinforcement.
The problem is that Jochi's Kheshig army was limited.
Lothar's Wild Hunt army, however, is endless!
Standing atop the tower in Howezan, Lothar shifted his gaze from the battle to the opposing camp, to that powerful adversary whose every move seemed to influence the heavens and earth.
Both of them were using underhanded tactics, and through these methods, they were also trying to uncover a lot about each other's cards.
But to be honest, he always felt that this Tongtian Shaman, Koko, was somewhat slacking off. Although he showed off his skills a lot, he didn't put his full effort into planning for Shuchi.
Although the Tatars had an army of 100,000, their true core strength was very small. If they continued to suffer losses at this rate, even if Jochi won, he might not be able to control this land for long.
"Lossa Khan, shall we talk?"
A sudden, loud voice transmission rang in Losa's ears.
"can."
Lothar clapped his hands lightly, and the three-headed dragon, which had been lazily lying on the square, reluctantly straightened up, pushed off with its feet, and spread its wings, which seemed to blot out the sky, and flew into the sky.
"Your Majesty, what is this?"
Rumi withdrew her gaze from the dragon, but when she looked back, she found that Lothar beside her had already vanished without a trace.
Lothar rode his dragon into the clouds, casting a huge shadow over the Tatar camp.
Even though Kokochu had made assurances, the Tatar soldiers still couldn't help but panic.
"This mount is indeed quite good."
Looking up at the enormous three-headed dragon, Koko couldn't help but let out a soft hum.
He was an arrogant man, so arrogant that he even dared to beat the Khan's brother. How could he tolerate a foreign monarch putting on such a show? He raised his hand and summoned the dragon head, which was as white as jade and exuded a chilling aura.
Judging from its posture, it seems to be trying to unleash the "spirit" within the dragon's skull to serve as its mount.
"Are you crazy?! You're going to pull out your trump card just to put on a show?"
Wusun Shaman could not understand Kokochu's arrogance at all.
Kokochu hesitated for a moment, seemingly realizing he had acted impulsively, but unwilling to appear as if he had heeded Wusun's advice, and sneered, "Fool, I'm going to meet with Nalosa Khan. Can you guarantee Jochi Khan's safety by leaving me alone?"
As he spoke, he placed the dragon skull on a table to the side and flew up into the clouds.
“We fought twice, Lothar Khan, you really have a lot of tricks up your sleeve.”
"Thank you."
Lothar smiled and said, "Aren't you the same? Kokochu, I advise the monarch you serve to stop. Even if my army hasn't arrived yet, you can't possibly break through Howezan on my own."
Kokochu was silent for a moment, then chuckled and said, "Lossa Khan, do you know about destiny?"
Lothar nodded slightly: "It is the will of Heaven, a matter of destiny."
"The Tatars' destiny is to scourge the entire world; this is the will of the Eternal Heaven. Anyone who stands in our way will be rejected by the heavens."
As Koko spoke, it seemed as if an ancient, flowing, illusory river appeared out of thin air in the sky above his head.
"Just like water flowing downhill, it may have some twists and turns, but all rivers eventually reach the sea!"
"You are a very capable person, but you are only one person. Don't try to stop the trend of the times."
Losa raised his head, and through the vast expanse of the heavens, he seemed to truly see the process of this nomadic people rising from the grasslands and wielding their might over the entire world.
It was like the endless, surging waves on the seashore.
unstoppable.
Wherever they went, they left behind only ruins of burning and massacre.
The terrifying Tatar cavalry, from the Fertile Crescent to Hungary and Poland, from the black soil of the distant East to the ornate water towns of Jiangnan, displayed the terror of this nomadic people with abandon. Even if they suffered occasional setbacks, they would quickly return and destroy everything in their path.
Faced with this tangible "divine will," Lothar was as insignificant as a pebble. A terrifying aura, as if cursed and rejected by the world, clung to his soul, as if he would surely suffer divine punishment if he remained obstinate.
“Kokokchu, what you are showing is the will of the Eternal Heaven, your destiny, not mine.”
Lothar looked up, but the heavy pressure from above had no effect on him: "Trying to intimidate me with something like destiny? You've got the wrong person."
The will of Heaven is like a knife; it cannot be defied.
But Lothar happens to be the one who defies the will of heaven the most.
On the grasslands, they decisively defeated the Oirat tribe, assassinated the false emperor, and seized the imperial dragon aura.
Beneath the walls of Constantinople, the Roman Empire, spanning the Balkans, Asia Minor, the Levant, Egypt, and even North Africa, was utterly defeated by the Ottoman monarch who arrived riding a dragon.
On the American continent, the once-powerful British Empire, which was destined to be lost, was transformed into the dominant power in the New World, Texas, a desolate land that was not even a colony.
There are countless examples.
He pointed to the sky, and amidst the roar of the three-headed dragon, he declared with unwavering resolve: "I am destiny, I am the tide."
An unnatural blush appeared on the aged face beneath the bronze mask. He wanted to rebuke the other party for his arrogance, but he soon realized that the "divine will" he had summoned was rapidly dissipating in the direction the other party was pointing.
"how come?"