arcane emperor

Chapter 286 Our mission has been completed (3 updates)
Hallel rushed into the crowd like a strong wind. The two scimitars seemed to come alive in his hands, beating and flying continuously.

No one can stop his progress!
He alone tore open large holes in the protective rings surrounding several medium-sized tribal leaders.

The soldiers behind him swarmed up, swamping the panicked medium-sized tribe leader.

After these leaders were eliminated, the others immediately became a mess, divided and strangled by the army commanded by Hallel.

The old, weak, women and children in the rear looked horrified and could only watch as Hallel killed their relatives.

Seeing that the situation had been decided, Hallel's eyes showed deep fatigue.

But he did not show it, ignoring the cries of other barbarian soldiers for mercy, and solved and killed them all.

The ruthless Hallel slowly raised his head, looked at Yaya hovering in the air, and walked into the surrounding of the guards.

"Let's go, the "cooperation" is over."

"Our mission has been completed."

Matthew looked away from the chaotic battlefield below, and returned to the camp with Yaya.

After experiencing this series of events, although the number of barbarians has decreased by nearly 1.5, the threat has greatly increased.

From a scattered barbarian group, it became a barbarian tribe controlled by Harel alone.

A raging soldier, and a raging nest.

The strength and means shown by Harrell left a deep impression on Matthew.

However, although Harrell's methods are strong, he can't hold on for long.

The "severe injury", "deep poisoning", "weakness" and other conditions that were clearly visible on his head showed that he was already a dying person.

Seeing Matthew coming back, Angela glanced at the chaos in the distance and asked without thinking:
"Are they ready to retreat?"

Matthew shook his head: "No, but they will take a detour."

Hallel is very smart and will not do anything that he is not sure about. Matthew is too lazy to continue "dealing" with him:

"Inform others that we have killed 1 barbarian soldiers. The soldiers are exhausted and unable to fight anymore."

"The remaining 4.5 barbarians will immediately cross the Silver Moon River, and our troops will be unable to stop them."

"By the way, tell them the route of the barbarians."

Angela nodded, looked at the other side where corpses were strewn, nodded silently, and said to Beelzebub next to her:

"Let them surrender as soon as possible."

The barbarian soldiers on the bridge also saw the scene on the other side and simply chose to surrender.

They were somewhat fortunate at this time. Although it was embarrassing to be captured, it was at least better than falling into the hands of Hallel.

Even though the ants are living an ignoble existence, they also want to live!

The Gulf Territory soldiers, who had been fighting for nearly two days, escorted the prisoners and returned to the camp to repair themselves.

Even the golem will suffer from insufficient energy and damaged limbs, let alone these soldiers.

Even if there were plans later, Matthew would not overload them.

A closed fist will be more powerful!

The barbarian who had been beaten so hard must have been holding back his anger, and he just wanted others to take a stab at him first.

Did the Gulf Colliers win?

Killed more than 1 barbarian soldiers?

Other barbarian soldiers took a detour to the seaside and were charging towards them?

The first reaction of the nobles in the second region after receiving the news was disbelief.

"With just a few thousand of them, they not only blocked tens of thousands of barbarians, but also killed and injured more than 1? How is that possible!"

"This must be fake news, right? Maybe it's a small victory..."

"That's right, maybe just take the heads of hundreds of barbarian soldiers and start blowing..."

"Don't worry about it for now. Are those barbarians really coming?"

"I think it's very likely to be true. As for their record, it must be false..." "I know they are unreliable, so they still have to look at us!"

"With Lord Harley here, we will definitely win!"

"..."

Listening to their nonsense, Harley's eyes were filled with deep vigilance, and he was carefully browsing the detailed information sent by 343.

The leading nobles noticed something strange about him, their voices gradually became lower, and their eyes were alert.

The nobles who can come here, even those who are pushed out by their families as scapegoats, are not real fools, otherwise they would have died long ago.

After noticing the strangeness of Harley Rider, they quickly lowered their voices and looked over.

Putting away the information in his hand, Harley's tone became a little solemn, and he looked to the north and said:

"Our enemy is not weak."

"The leader is an extraordinary chief, with more than 2 soldiers capable of fighting."

"They have an organized army, a large number of professionals, and at least 3000 barbarians and warriors..."

"And there are a lot of high-level beings..."

As soon as these words came out, the entire military camp immediately became quiet.

Noticing Harley's solemn expression, no nobleman was stupid enough to object now.

However, even if Harley Knight said it in such detail, they still didn't believe it.

It's not that they have never come into contact with barbarians. They have all come into contact with barbarian slaves to a greater or lesser extent, or have cleaned up barbarian wanderers.

In their impression, barbarians are no different from kobolds and gnolls, they are just enemies that can be easily dealt with.

Therefore, even if they knew that there were many of them, they did not pay too much attention.

After all, they have the Harley Knights at their disposal and the Blood Moon Knights to protect them, so they don't feel much psychological pressure.

However, they never expected that the barbarian wanderers they encountered this time were so different.

"Fortunately, the information was sent in time. If it doesn't arrive until the time to fight the barbarians, we would be in big trouble!"

Harley Knight shrugged his shoulders slightly and glanced at the others indifferently.

Every leading noble felt considerable pressure and lowered their heads subconsciously.

"Why are you so downcast? Aren't they just a group of barbarians?"

"It was here that we drove them away and established the Eastern Province. Now we are just some defeated soldiers!"

"The Gulf Territory did a good job, severely dampening the energy of these barbarians and buying us enough time."

"It also provided important information, roughly finding out the direction of the barbarians' advance, and judging that they did not have many horses."

"Notify the reserve team and ask them to come over as soon as possible for reinforcements."

"Triple the number of sentries and find their specific locations as soon as possible."

"The others are repairing the camp and blocking them at the place they must pass on their way south to Blood Moon City."

"If they find the plain below, we will be in trouble if we try to clean them up."

"..."

Harley Knight spoke, barely stabilizing the military morale of these leading nobles, and called for support without hesitation.

He knew very well that instead of taking the initiative to attack the barbarians northward, it was better to use space to weaken their combat effectiveness.

The barbarians have come from afar and without supplies of personnel and materials, they will become weaker the longer they delay.

Here we are silently waiting for reinforcements. The stronger the strength, the greater the chance of winning.

Moreover, Harley Knight believes that the Gulf Territory, which has fallen behind these barbarians, will definitely not miss the good opportunity to continue to reap the rewards.

He can wait!

(End of this chapter)