Chapter 499: Berserkers
Chapter 499: Berserkers
Chapter 499: Berserkers
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
“Hmph, capture all of the culprits, kill whoever tries to resist!” After letting out a cold grunt, Yang Ling gave a decisive order without a hint of hesitation as he stood up.
Even though he knew that there were several conflicts between the duchies and large territories in the Gold Coast, he did not expect there to be someone who would dare cause trouble in the Magical Beast Territory. Fighting in public was forgivable, but daring to barge into Shangri-La to commit murder was basically asking for death! However, come to think of it, this was also an opportunity. They had given him a great opportunity for him to punish one as a warning to many.
Even though the many duchies had sent envoys to bring over a large number of gifts as a tribute, with some emperors even making the trip themselves. However, he had to display the powerful battle capabilities of the Magical Beast Territory if he wanted them to submit to him truly!
Under the guidance of his troops, Yang Ling led a large group of soldiers quickly toward Shangri-La. The envoys of various countries followed closely behind him, each with their own ideas. Along the way, with tactician Goode’s explanation, Yang Ling quickly understood what was going on.
As it turned out, the Moroca Duchy and Tilan Duchy were the two largest duchies in the Gold Coast. They had a vast territory and a massive population. In order to seize resources at their borders such as crystal mines and stone mines, countless conflicts have erupted over hundreds of years.
The Moroca Duchy was situated to the northeast of the Gold Coast, with most of the population in their borders being humans. Amongst them were a tribe of Berserkers who had alarming battle capabilities, hailed as being able to defeat an army of orcs with their bare fists. An average Berserker had abilities above that of a high-level Swordsman and would become even more powerful after they went into a frenzy. The battle capabilities of several thousand or even tens of thousands of Berserkers forming an army was alarming, contributing greatly to the Moroca Duchy.
The Tilan Duchy was situated in the south of the Gold Coast. Other than the extreme lack of humans, most of the population in their borders was made up of races discriminated against by humans, such as Beastmen, Dwarves, and Gnomes. Even though there was a constant stream of conflict between the tribes, the entire duchy would unite against a foreign enemy when they are pressured, and all of them had a natural animosity toward humans. Through the cooperation between the brave warriors from various tribes, they were evenly matched with the Moroca Duchy for the past millennia.
Because of the conflict between the different races and the fight for resources, the contest between the Moroca Duchy and Tilan Duchy was always very fierce. Originally, if the Church and Borg Empire could intervene, it was not impossible for them to alleviate the conflict between the two duchies with their strength. Unfortunately, after failing to spread their faith multiple times in the Tilan Empire, the Church became furious. Not only did they not step forward to alleviate the conflict, they instead supported the Moroca Duchy in secret, causing the conflict between the two duchies to escalate.
“Sir, according to the information relayed back by Sir Roke, not only did the secret communication between the royal family of the Moroca Duchy and Church not decrease, they instead increased. The armies assigned to the various lands are being mobilized as if they are preparing to unleash some secret plan. Do you think that they are trying to test us with their actions in the Magical Beast Territory this time?” Thinking back to the magical message the Corpse Wizard King had sent back from the Gold Coast, Goode was extremely worried, sensing a plot.
“Hmph, they are simply asking for death!” Yang Ling let out a cold grunt and said in an icy tone, “In front of absolute power, any plot would not be able to succeed!”
Goode was extremely worried about the partnership between the Moroca Duchy and the Church, but Yang Ling did not pay too much heed to it. With the current abilities of the Magical Beast Territory, the Moroca Duchy would not be able to last against them no matter how many Berserkers they had. There was only about a month before he entered the Graveyard of Deities and Demons. Time was getting tighter, and he no longer had time to waste on these chaotic duchies. Since the Moroca Duchy was asking for death, he did not mind exterminating the duchy with the force of lightning, completely shattering their plot with the Church.
The group took action quickly and soon arrived at the Shangri-La Inn. Even though Wissen Town had developed quickly, transforming from a small backward town in the past to the present bustling city, the Shangri-La Inn that had been named personally by Yang Ling was still the most unique building in the Magical Beast Territory. After rounds and rounds of upgrades, only nobles and great merchants from the various lands could afford a room here. The inn had become the highest quality and most expensive inn in the territory.
After multiple refurbishments, there was now a plaza in front of Shangri-La. On an average day, the plaza would be crowded with several premium warhorses and exquisite carriages. However, today, it was occupied by a bunch of muscular blokes about three meters in height, all of them baring their upper bodies. They all had bloodthirsty red eyes, the muscles on their bodies towering high. They wielded sharp giant axes, consumed with bloodlust.
“Hahaha, Steve, I have said that you will one day fall by my hands. Let’s see who can save you now!” After wiping off the fresh blood on his face, a ferocious Berserker spoke as he charged toward a dozen Beastmen, lifting his heavy and sharp giant ax high into the air.
“Magloire, this is the Magical Beast Territory. Are you not afraid that the lord would chop off your wretched head when he arrives if you continue this insanity?” Looking at the Berserker press in toward them, the Foxman by the name of Steve swallowed with difficulty, hoping that he would be able to avert the crisis with Yang Ling’s name.
After the Gold Coast fell under the control of the Magical Beast Territory, an uproar had swept past the Moroca Duchy, which had close connections with the Church. They had sensed an unprecedented amount of pressure, unwilling to hand over the rich resources in their hands. On the contrary, the Tilan Duchy had been elated, quickly forming a team to bring a large number of gifts over to the Magical Beast Territory as a tribute, hoping to receive Yang Ling’s support.
On the Tailun Continent, duchies and territories occupied by humans discriminated against and heavily restricted various races such as Beastmen, Orcs, and Gnomes. Only the rapidly developing Magical Beast Territory treated all of them as equals. The minority races that have been to the Magical Beast Territory were all very envious of the Black Water City that was governed by the Beastmen. They would excitedly spread the word when they returned to their tribe, some of them even bringing their entire families into the Magical Beast Territory to live in permanently.
After understanding the situation of the Magical Beast Territory through various means, the Tilan Duchy that had been oppressed for thousands of years finally saw a glimmer of hope!
In order to arrive at the Magical Beast Territory successfully, their tribute team did not mind taking the long route, traversing on a thousand miles of mountainous roads. To think that after having successfully arrived at the storied Magical Beast Territory, their prince had just gone to visit Yang Ling at the Wissen Castle with the gifts when their entire fleet became heavily surrounded by the Berserkers who had just arrived. Caught off guard, most of the brave warriors following the tribute team were wiped out, their casualties heavy.
“Hehe, no one can save you this time around, go and die!” Seeing the group of people moving in from the direction of the Wissen Castle, a large team of knights rapidly approaching them, the leader of the Berserkers by the name of Magloire attacked decisively.
The Foxman, by the name of Steve, had no abilities, but was naturally scheming and crafty. He was not only a close follower of the Tilan prince, but was also one of the few high-level tacticians in the Tilan Duchy. Over the years, the Berserker Magloire had led an army to attack the Tilan Empire multiple times, but would always fall for Steve’s schemes at the critical moment, wasting all of his efforts. Now that he had encountered such a rare situation where the other party was alone, how would he easily miss this opportunity?
Roar...
Under the guidance of the leader Magloire, over two hundred Berserkers roared like wild beasts, manically pouncing toward Steve and the rest of the Beastmen after slipping into a frenzy. There were cold gleams of light on their giant axes. Veins popped out of their muscles, their eyes red with bloodlust, making them look exceptionally ferocious.
“Tsk tsk, these are the Berserkers of this continent? My God, they are basically inhumane Magical Beasts!”
“That’s right. They chopped even a little ten-year-old girl in two. They are just too cruel!”
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Seeing the Berserkers erupt with bestial qualities, the people witnessing the spectacle for far away pointed fingers and engaged in a discussion. Some of them hid at the side in fear, afraid that they would be dragged into the battle. Some shook their heads with pity, full of sympathy for the injured people from Tilan...
Whir...
Just as the injured people from Tilan closed their eyes in despair, a screeching sound suddenly spread through the air. When they opened their eyes, all they saw was that Chilly Ice Arrows had been shot into the battlefield like a wave of Wind Daggers, turning the dozen Berserkers in front into porcupines!
At the critical moment, Yang Ling had arrived with his army, waving his hands to unleash an Ice Wind Storm and saving the dozen Beastmen in despair.
His Lordship?
Seeing the rest of the people bow respectfully toward Yang Ling, the leader of the Berserkers Magloire who had luckily managed to avoid the attack, trembled, then looked at the Foxman Steve not far away indignantly, “Sir, the Foxman Steve is the greatest enemy of the Moroca Duchy. In order to slice off his head, we, the Moroca Duchy, is willing to pay any price!”
To dare spout these insolent words even though death was approaching him, was he too brazen or too foolish?
Looking at the ferocious Magloire and the bloodthirsty Berserkers behind him, Yang Ling let out a cold smile, “Price? How big of a price can you pay?”
“Ores, crystal coins and beauties, as long as you hand over the detestable old Foxman, I will represent the Moroca Duchy as well as the tens of thousands of Berserkers in giving you a generous gift.” Seeing Yang Ling’s ice-cold expression, Magloire instinctively felt an unprecedented amount of pressure and danger. However, seeing the heavily injured Foxman Steve, he felt indignant that he had to pass up such a great opportunity.
The Magical Beast Territory was strong, and the leader Yang Ling had advanced to the divine level, becoming the true master of the Gold Coast. However, in Magloire’s eyes, Yang Ling would have to count on the strength of the Moroca Duchy in order to gain full control over the Gold Coast just like the Church and Borg family had done. He had no choice but to obtain the support of his Berserker tribe.
According to the secret order from his king, while he had come to the Magical Beast Territory to offer tribute on the surface, he was actually here to ascertain the strength and plans of the Magical Beast Territory, so as to further prepare for the next step of the duchy’s plans. Of course, it would be even better if he managed to kill the prince of the Tilan Duchy and his top-notch tactician Steve along the way.
“Hmph, ores, crystal coins, or beautiful women will not be able to save you, no matter how many of them there are. No matter the person, there’s only one outcome if you dare recklessly commit murder in the Magical Beast Territory!” Looking at the arrogant leader of the Berserkers Magloire, Yang Ling’s expression turned ice-cold, “Kill all of them, don’t let any of them go!”
Whir...
With Yang Ling’s order, the soldiers wielding Pear Blossom Crossbows behind him shot out a rain of arrows. The arrows fell onto the Berserkers, the tips of the arrows flickering with an eerie light, clearly coated with a terrifying poison.
Magloire and the Berserkers behind him had undergone hundreds of battles and had thick hides and muscles. Both their offensive and defensive capabilities were alarming after they slipped into a frenzy, and an ordinary arrow would not be able to pose as a lethal threat to them. Unfortunately, what they were facing was the Pear Blossom Crossbow unique to the Magical Beast Territory! The concentrated rain of arrows left them with nowhere to hide, and the strong penetrative force of the arrows instantly broke through their physical defenses, the terrifying poison leaving them numb in the blink of an eye...