Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 1118: Initiative

"Mr. Stark, are you leaving?"

Hawson stands beside an unmarked carriage at the entrance of a manor in Oliska. The carriage window was opened, and Stark's perfect profile appeared in the Eldest Prince's eyes. He smiled meaningfully, "Staying in the imperial capital will not fulfill my promise to you, Your Highness the Prince. I left just to fulfill my promise. Of course, please don't forget what you promised me."

"You can rest assured, as long as …"

Stark raised his hand and didn't let Hawson finish his sentence, "Well, I'm sorry to have to borrow Mr. Diego from you. I found him very suitable as a coachman."

Hawson looked at Diego on the throne and said calmly, "It's his honor."

The corners of Diego's mouth twitched and he buried his head. Stark's voice rang out in the car. "Let's go."

The carriage gradually moved away from Hawson's line of sight and left Olisga along King's Avenue. Because of Hawson's warrant, the guards at the city gate did not conduct a thorough investigation. They did not know who was sitting in the carriage at all. When he was walking on the grasslands outside the city, Diego cleared his throat and asked, "Lord Stark, where are we going?"

"Gushan Ice Plains, Blaze Fort."

"To Blaze Fort?" Diego asked in surprise, "Is there a war over there?"

"Count Allen is there, so I'll go there. Besides, there's another important thing to do." After saying this, there was no sound in the carriage. Diego knew that he would not answer any more questions, so he could only shrug his shoulders and urge the horse to pull the carriage towards the Lonely Mountain Ice Plains. On the throne, Diego remembered what Stark had said to him last night.

"Tell me everything about Alan."

Diego didn't know why this man was eyeing Alan, but he knew that it would be unfortunate for anyone to be eyed by him. This Stark's strength was at least at the Ten Saints level, or at the level of the Great Admiral of the Shadow Duchy. From his words, Diego could not tell that he had any good intentions towards Alan.

He was somewhat gloating over his misfortune, but he was not happy at all. After all, Stark had at least targeted Ellen, and he? Only coachmen can do things!

In the carriage, Stark slowly closed his eyes. He carefully did not touch the Calamity Circuit, because he did not want Alan to notice it too early. The smile at the corner of his mouth gradually widened. Stark had to try his best to restrain himself, so he didn't break out of the car and rushed to Blaze Fort at full speed.

Now is not the time.

After returning to the palace, Hawson arrived at Sovereign's Landing Hall. As expected, he was stopped by the head waiter in front of Tangerio, just as he had expected. The waiter used his hand to gently block Hawson's face, a smile on his face. Hawson snorted, "Is Father's injury still unhealed?"

'"The gods are here. I wish I could be injured on behalf of His Majesty. Unfortunately, the gods did not give me this chance. So yes, Your Highness, His Majesty still needs to rest. You'd better not disturb him." The waiter always gave off the impression that he wasn't laughing when he smiled. It was as if he was wearing a human skin mask.

Hawson had disliked the manager since he was sensible, but Tangelio trusted him. So he stopped Hawson from barging in, but he still said unwillingly, "It has been so many days. With Father's ability, what kind of injury can let him recover for so long? Or is Father not even in Sovereign's Landing Palace?"

The waiter let out a rooster-like laugh, and he giggled, "My dear little prince, the one who hurt His Majesty is Rabian the Chaos, and Marsen the Sword Lord." If it was you, I'm afraid you wouldn't even have a chance to recover. "If you have any questions, why don't you ask His Majesty personally and I won't stop you? Don't blame me for not reminding you. The Great Emperor's mood isn't very good right now."

He leaned sideways to make way for the passage to the depths of the palace. Hawson narrowed his eyes and stared at the passageway for a long time before finally deciding not to bet on this one: "Say hello to father for me."

"I will definitely bring it."

Hawson stared at him in disgust and turned to leave.

When he returned to his palace, he suddenly discovered that there was no peace in front of the palace. Before the spring hunt, it was packed with loyal people, either vulgar, loud, and alcoholic. However, at the very least, it brought vitality to the palace. At that time, he also knew what he was going to do and what to do next. But now? Apart from Diego, everyone else had either died or left. The woman from the Lion King's Army was also sent back. With Stark as a top expert, what was there to do with an ordinary elite in the army?

But in this way, Hawson was somewhat confused. Stark promised him that he would help him become the crown prince, or even the new king of Baylor Gorge. At that time, Hawson had to promise him one thing in return. However, Stark didn't say anything. He only said that Hawson knew when the time came. Hawson's goal hadn't changed, but now he could clearly feel that the initiative had passed from him to Stark.

He had no idea what the man would do or what he would do. He could only passively wait in the palace. Waiting was not Hawson's style, but at this moment, he was helpless.

"Perhaps, I don't dare to recruit a fellow that I can't control." Hawson thought, but at that time, did he have a choice?

He had no choice.

Either work with Stark or die.

Hawson wanted to live, and live as long as possible.

In the palace, he sighed softly.

The war drums rang out in this wilderness, heavy and filled with a sense of strength. The earth seemed to be trembling slightly, because it could not withstand the weight of the torrent of steel flowing over its body. The armored strong warrior strode forward with almost one step forward. The eyes under his helmet looked straight ahead, and the swords on his body let out a cry of longing for blood.

The brilliant afternoon sun reflected a dazzling halo on the armor. The golden twin lions embroidered with golden threads roared silently on the flag. The wind fluttered the flag, and the golden threads emitted the brilliance of flames under the sun. Groups of warriors lined up and advanced. They did not make any noise. Just the momentum of the march was enough to shock the enemy.

The army came to a halt when Woodrick raised his hand. Thousands of people stopped neatly, and the scene itself was filled with shock. Woodrick narrowed his eyes and looked ahead. Behind the desolate stone plains was an army of about two thousand. However, the colors of the army's flags were different, and their armors were blue and red, making them look extremely messy. Compared to the imperial army, the difference was not a bit. Behind the army was the town wall. The town wall was already four to five meters tall, and there were arrow towers built on it. Then there was farmland and the faint outline of the town.

Looking at the opposite side, Woodrick shouted, "Where is Mason?"

One of the riders stepped out of the enemy formation. The knight's armor was gorgeous, his cloak was bright, and he even had brightly colored feathers stuck into his helmet. He replied arrogantly, "Lord Mason is waiting for you at Blaze Castle. Of course, the prerequisite is that you can reach the bottom of the castle."

Woodrick nodded, "Alright, then I'll give you a chance to surrender now. Disarm and die!"

"Surrender!"

The soldiers of the dragon army echoed in a row, their voices overflowing into the sky.

The enemy knight's expression was a little ugly, but he still pulled out his saber and abruptly waved forward, "Kill!" Instead of answering, he moved. The hooves of the horses behind him rang out loudly. A tall warhorse carried a knight wrapped in heavy armor over the commander. Then, more knights swept past him from left to right. The enemy troops took the lead in charging forward. The multicolored armor refracted the sunlight like a muddy current.

Woodrick wasn't surprised at all. He raised his hand and the giant sword let out a cold roar of anger and ran into the general's hand. The Ice Soul Cold Crystal on the ice lit up from the inside to the outside. Instantly, a pillar of Ice Wind rushed up from the tip of the giant sword, becoming an extremely eye-catching signal. Seeing this Ice Wind, all the dragon army knights pulled down their helmets and masks, and Woodrick forcefully drew down their giant swords. Ice Wind rushed forward and the general roared, "Charge!"

The dragon army knights clutched their horses tightly, pulled out their sabers, picked up their spears, and swept past Woodrick. The general also rode his horse and sprinted forward, bringing the knights behind him to meet the enemy. The dragon army knights' cloaks were better than the snow. From afar, they looked like a mountain avalanche, a snowstorm surging down from the peak of the mountain. The momentum of the two thousand dragon army knights charging forward was suffocating.

Alan's chest rose and fell. Before this, he had only seen the scene of a large cavalry group charging forward. That was when he defeated the unicorn cavalry. But at that time, the unicorn cavalry was only around five hundred men. But now, the cavalry on both sides were close to four thousand men. With the vast wilderness as the background, the cavalry on both sides were like two tides of steel gathering at a distance. The spectacular scene was indescribable.

Very quickly, the two waves met in the middle.

The moment they met, there was a collision between steel and swords. When the entire line of the flood peak met, countless waves of death immediately erupted. However, Mason's side was still a miscellaneous army, and their courage was commendable. Whether it was combat strength, equipment, or even the quality of individual soldiers, none of them was comparable to the Giant Dragon Army. After the first collision, the turbid roll on the other side collapsed. The raging snowline of the Colossal Dragon Army continued to penetrate deeper and deeper, as if a dozen or so weapons had been poked out to cut through the enemy formation. josei

At this moment, the sound of the cannons came late.

The cannons of both sides began to fire at each other. The cannonballs let out sharp whistles in midair, pulling flames towards their respective positions. Cannon fire and smoke made the sunlight pale, and the fireballs that exploded became dazzling colors on the battlefield. At this time, the advantage of the number of experts on both sides began to manifest. The ordinary officers in the Dragon Army also had a strength of Level 17 or 18. They were divided into the entire army. Once a cannonball landed, they would intercept it and detonate it in mid-air. Therefore, the impact on the advancement of the knights of the Dragon Army was not significant.

There were obviously fewer experts on Mason's side, and quite a few cannonballs landed in the muddy current, blasting out fireballs one after another. However, when he saw the Origin Energy flames from those experts, Allen knew that it was time for him to act.