Chapter 1857: Chapter 1257: The Battle Begins! (Dry and Tough Salted Meat Hidden in the Zongzi)_2
"Good luck to you all."
Seeing Duanmu Huai and the others had made their final decision, Marshal Osleight didn’t say much more, simply reached out and patted Duanmu Huai’s arm.
"I will blow the horn to attract the attention of those undead creatures. You all must be careful, and if you’re losing, retreat immediately. Their army of the undead won’t pursue too deeply."
Marshal Osleight was indeed reliable. Although he thought it was nearly impossible for Duanmu Huai and his group to reclaim the Arathi Basin, he knew that some powerful individuals could single-handedly change the course of battle. And Duanmu Huai, with his imposing appearance, seemed like someone who could literally devour Death Wing alive; maybe he could actually do it?
Why not give it a try? There would be nothing to lose from a failure. Moreover, these adventurers were so brave, and Marshal Osleight couldn’t just do nothing at all. Although as a commander, he couldn’t just send his soldiers to risk their lives for a few adventurers, he had no problem portraying a stance of being ready to attack at any moment to contain the undead army.
After all, the undead also knew the current status of the Arathor Coalition Forces and would naturally suspect whether they were really desperate enough to take rash actions, hence they’d be somewhat prepared.
"Then please take care."
Duanmu Huai nodded at Marshal Osleight, who then retracted his gaze and looked forward, issuing a command.
"Blow the horn, open the gate!"
"Woooooooooo!!!"
With Marshal Osleight’s command, the heavy horn sounded, and at the same time, the tightly closed iron gate opened. Duanmu Huai gripped his War Hammer and dashed forward like an arrow. Simultaneously, the other girls scattered, charging towards their respective targets.
The undead were naturally prepared for the attack initiated by Duanmu Huai and the others. Long before the gate opened, the undead sentries had already noticed the unusual movements of their enemies. Seeing Duanmu Huai and his group charging, they quickly reacted.
As Duanmu Huai charged down the slope and reached the beast pen, the ground before him suddenly turned snow-white, large chunks of ice emerging to envelop him. Meanwhile, undead guards wielding swords and shields also surged forward, charging directly at Duanmu Huai.
"Get out of my way!"
Unfortunately for them, these obstacles were virtually nonexistent in Duanmu Huai’s eyes, unable to delay him even for a millisecond. Duanmu Huai took a step forward, shattering the constraining ice instantly, and swept his War Hammer horizontally, smashing the charging undead warriors into fragments. The resulting gust turned into a roaring, explosive wave, directly launching the undead mages and hunters, who were preparing spells in the rear, into the air, flipping off the beast pen’s roof as well—well, can there be battles without losses, right?
With a successful strike, Duanmu Huai didn’t linger, boldly charging past the animal pen and leaping towards the blacksmith located in the middle of the lake.
Though Duanmu Huai’s blow shattered most of the undead guards at the beast pen, some of the undead were lucky enough to escape. As they regained their composure, they attempted to attack Duanmu Huai once again. However, before they could prepare, Mugeng, who had been following closely behind Duanmu Huai, wielded his Demon Sword and rushed in, engaging the undead in battle.
Duanmu Huai was like a rampaging tank, crashing directly through the middle lane. Whether it was the undead guards at the blacksmith or the farm, none could stop his steps. In a moment, Duanmu Huai arrived at the entrance of the Desecrator’s Lair.
However, it wasn’t Duanmu Huai who decided the first victory; it was Homura Akemi.
The ability to pause time was truly a cheat.
As a strategy, the sawmill was located at a high elevation, with undead mages and hunters stationed up there to look out and support the blacksmith in the middle. If anyone tried to reach it from below, it would indeed require great effort.
Honestly, there was nothing wrong with this setup, but it couldn’t counter someone who could stop time.
When she charged to the base of the mountain, Homura Akemi activated time-stop and calmly reached the sawmill, taking out her Bomb Gun and blasting every undead soldier into pieces one by one.
Before the battle, Homura Akemi had curiously asked Duanmu Huai why these undead creatures, who were supposedly dead, could still die from gunfire. Unfortunately, Duanmu Huai couldn’t answer her question, and since the person most skilled in magic, Anyou, remained in Tirisfal, the question went unanswered.
But for Duanmu Huai, that didn’t matter. No matter how you revive, as long as you can be killed again, it’s enough!
With the Bomb Gun in hand and the ability to stop time, Homura Akemi was the first to clear her side of the foes. Then she leisurely picked up a sniper rifle, positioned herself on the high grounds of the sawmill, and started picking off the undead below. The power of the bomb was no joke; any bomb that struck an undead would blow its already frail body into two. By the time Duanmu Huai reached the entrance of the Desecrator’s Lair, Homura Akemi had completely pinned down the undead forces attempting to regroup, keeping them suppressed within the ruins of the blacksmith shop, not daring to step out.