Summoning Total War - Chapter 24
Chapter 24: Sacrifice! (Part 1)
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
That night, the moon wasn’t visible.
This was because dark clouds covered the entire sky. Occasionally, you could catch a glimpse of some twinkling stars in the distance, but even these stars were rather lacking in luster.
About thirty kilometers north of the Greek town, on a mountain peak about six hundred meters high, a slender, shadowy figure was quietly watching the fire raging in the distant town.
The shadowy figure was extremely slender, like a weak willow branch. She wore an oversized gray-black cloak that dragged behind her feet, and most of it was resting on the limestone. Underneath the cloak was an exquisite half-body armor with a mandala in the shape of a flower drawn from silver lines in the shoulder blade and the wrist brace. On the front of the chest plate was a spiral pattern, and about a third of a meter down from the delicate skin of her neck, a thumb-sized emerald gemstone in the shape of a rhombus was embedded in her chest.
Even without a lot of moonlight shining on the ground, this emerald green gemstone emitted a faint glow.
The figure’s ten fingers were slender, and the nails were very neatly trimmed. On the left thumb was a thumb ring that had a piece of bright, round white stone on it that looked like jade or ivory, or it could have been made from some sort of animal bone. There was a hint of a scratch on the thumb ring, with a translucent silk thread that extended into the woman’s palm.
A longbow was on her back. The arc of the bow was simple and unadorned. It seemed to be made of red sandalwood, or possibly something more mysterious. There were long, serpentine patterns carved into the bow, and the nock was shaped like a crescent moon. On the handle was an inverted triangular protrusion. On its two sides were finger marks. It was unclear if this had been carved into it on purpose, or if it had come about from long years of use.
There was a fluffy little thing crawling in the dark shadowy figure’s arms. It made an even breathing sound, but it was unclear what it was.
“Look, there’s light from a fire over there. There’s always an inevitable war between those things,” the black shadowy figure said, sighing softly. She gently stroked the small fluffy thing in her arms with her hand and said slowly: “Tailan Yali, I hear the cries of dead souls in the wind again.”
The furry little thing groaned, comfortable, and it opened its eyes and jumped out of the shadowy figure’s arms.
It was a pure black kitten. It was very charming with its pair of emerald green eyes, which were bright!
The kitten looked lazily at the fire in the distant town, and its hair suddenly stood on end. It pointed at the southern sky with its small paw and made a sharp cry.
“What’s the matter?” the shadowy figure asked. She stood up, and her slim figure grew long in the dim starlight. She frowned and stared in the direction the kitten was pointing at. Her face suddenly changed, and even her long, pointed ears began to tremble slightly.
“What’s going on? There are so many Karazan Hurricane Pterodactyls!” the shadowy figure said. She closed her eyes, and a strange aura emanated from her.
The shadowy figure suddenly opened her eyes, and they flashed with a silver gleam. She picked the pure black kitten up and said in a deep voice: “Tailan Yali, those Karazan Hurricane Pterodactyls’ hearts are confused. They’re filled with murderous intentions!”
“Karazan Hurricane Pterodactyls aren’t bloodthirsty dragons, and they rarely leave the Karazan Mountains! There must be some power out to destroy the very balance of nature!”
“Come. Let’s go and take a look.”
After saying this, the slim, shadowy figure leapt up and jumped from the ten-meter high limestone and landed on a tree branch, her toes lightly tapping against it. The slender woman had jumped to a branch that was more than ten meters high. Afterward, her figure was seemingly carried by the wind as she leapt between trees, hurrying in the direction of the fire!
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“Ding! Your general, Hamilton, has died in battle!”
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Courage!
Fresh blood and killing!
The Spartans were trading their lives for the enemies’ fear!
At that moment, they weren’t only soldiers, servicemen, or even just warriors. They represented the pride of their nation!
On the battlefield, where everyone’s eyes were focused, the Spartan heavy infantry ended the enemy’s life in a very powerful way—with their own lives…
The Spartan infantry was made up of about eighty people. The elite guards of the gnolls had a total of 25 gnolls.
On the battlefield, three to four Spartan infantry soldiers worked together to go against one gnoll.
The Spartan infantry didn’t fancy this method of battle at all. One Spartan soldier would fearlessly greet death, using his own flesh and body to block the elite gnolls’ guard, who was 2.5 meters tall and dressed in half-armor and armed with a heavy weapon. At the same time, the other two Spartan soldiers would stand by and attack the monster with their spears.
When the difference between their strength and the gnolls was this great, the only thing the Spartan infantry could do was trade death for victory!
Every minute there was a Spartan infantry soldier that died, and every joint attack caused a gnoll to fall…
When the leader of the gnolls, who had a height of about three meters and was dressed in heavy armor, realized he was only left with a few guards, and he finally understood what fear was!
These enemies weren’t like the humans it had seen before. These humans were even far scarier than the gnolls!
Kazats started to become afraid…
The enemies still numbered 30 to 40, but there were only three to four gnolls left. These enemies, as if they didn’t know fear, were using their own lives to kill his guards one by one!
Finally, it let out a howl at the sky and ordered the army gnolls behind it to launch a full-on attack!
At the same time, a dull horn signal sounded above the central town square!
The Greek infantry phalanx strode forward at a steady pace. The cavalries of the General Guards began to move out from either side, and the javelin throwers threw all their remaining javelins at the gnolls with everything they had!
“Peng!” A Greek infantry soldier lifted his hoplon up high and charged, slamming into a matured gnoll!
Then, the whole battlefield suddenly burst into loud murderous shouts!
Once the main attack started, command basically started to fail, and the army that had been glued to fighting the gnolls was difficult to dispatch.
Murphy led the cavalry of the General Guards, and they rushed onto the battlefield in a pointed formation, looking for every possible weakness in the enemy!
He didn’t know how he had gotten it, but there was already a deep wound on his back. The Holy Water healed his wound, but it had also caused him great pain! His face was full of blood, and his handsome face was contorted with pain. It was a terrible moment! After three charges, there were only sixteen soldiers left from the General Guard cavalry standing beside him. The rest had been drowned in the army of gnolls!
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“Ding! Your general, Hamilton, has died in war!”
When this system prompt rang out, Murphy was suddenly overcome with shock!
Was everything about to fail?
Was it going to end like this?
All right, then!
“In that case, I’ll make sure more enemies are buried along with me,” he thought.
Murphy jumped off his horse. After the three charges, the remaining horses were injured and were no longer able to charge forward any longer.
His hands had turned white from the excessive force he used to wield his weapon, and the joints of his fingers had been injured from several hard bumps and hard impacts. He could only hold onto the hilt of his sword with all his might and not loosen his grip at any time. If he loosened his grip, he would no longer be able to tightly squeeze things with his hands.
The General Guard loyally stood around him and guarded him.
When Murphy cut the head of a gnoll off with his sword, he suddenly realized that the whole battlefield had become strangely quiet!
Murphy turned around.
He saw the body of General Hamilton.
Hamilton’s chest had been penetrated by a broken spear. When Murphy looked at him, he had already breathed his last breath. Standing in front of him was the head of the gnolls, who was 3 meters tall. This huge gnoll with heavy armor resembled a wild beast, and it had torn apart all the creatures that stood in its way!
However, it was now dead…
Half of the lance that had pierced through Hamilton’s chest remained in the throat of the gnoll.
After struggling to its last breath to kill several Spartan infantry soldiers, this huge gnoll leader had finally fallen to the ground!
“SPARTA!”
A dozen surviving Spartan heavy infantry roared with blood and tears on their faces.
They knelt down on one knee and used their cloaks to cover the body of General Hamilton. The heavily injured Spartans charged toward the gnolls for one final attack!!! Some of them already had broken arms.
Murphy didn’t know how to describe his mood at that moment.
He felt something wet in his eyes, and his vision suddenly blurred…
“SPARTA!!!”
Was this a turning point in the battle?
It seemed that at that moment, a kind of faith had blossomed in the hearts of all the survivors!
They roared and rushed toward the gnolls with their weapons raised!
At that moment, all of them knew that they would definitely win and that the gnolls would be defeated.
When the leader of the Kazats Gnoll Tribe fell, the gnolls fell into disorder.
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The soldiers were all chasing the enemy.
The townspeople were cleaning up the battlefield. They had to collect the bones of the heroes who had died in battle so that they could keep their bodies intact…
Murphy walked over to Hamilton’s body with solemn strides. The new wound on his leg made it difficult for him. He limped slowly, pushing away the high priestess, who wanted to help him.
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He didn’t need anyone’s help!
He saw Hamilton.
This man with the determined face was lying quietly on the ground at that moment. The blood under his body had already dried up and hardened.
Murphy slowly closed his eyes.
In that moment!
He was speechless…
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“Ding! This person has proven their bravery to you with his life! He is a hero! He is a great person!”
“You can enshrine his name and corpse in the temple. He will turn into a hero and continue to protect this territory!”
