YM778.TV Chapter 103: No Mercy
As Varkis\'s head came to a stop, his lifeless eyes reflected the chaos and destruction around him. The disciplined Ebizo soldiers moved with thousand-years-past-down experience and strategy, their formation unbroken, their resolve unshaken.
Each swing of their swords and thrust of their spears was a testament to their superior training and unyielding spirit. The Hobgoblins, who once charged with fierce aggression, were now reduced to scattered remnants, fleeing in disarray.
Even so, the human player refused to let anyone escape. He ordered his troops to hunt down and kill every last fleeing Hobgoblin, allowing no one to survive.
For such a seemingly naïve individual, he concealed a formidable ruthlessness. The Lord of the Silverstone Oasis, with his ordinary appearance and lack of martial prowess, had seemed unremarkable, almost forgettable. He didn\'t even know how to fight, and yet . . . they had lost to him.
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The Seadwellers, with their might and magic, had been merely tools in his hands, executing his orders. His true power lay not in physical strength, but in his ability to command, to inspire, and to strike fear into the hearts of his enemies.
An unassuming figure amidst the chaos, revealed a hidden cold-bloodedness. He commanded his troops, "Leave no survivors. Hunt them down and kill anyone who tries to escape."
Varkis\'s lifeless eyes captured the final moments of his army\'s annihilation. His eyes reflected the man who had orchestrated their downfall -- Rain Weathers, the Lord of Silverstone Oasis.
As Varkis\'s head rolled to a stop, his final thoughts were consumed by the bitter irony of their defeat. They had underestimated the Lord of the Silverstone Oasis, mistaking his human exterior for weakness.
But beneath that facade was a mind as sharp as any blade, a will as unyielding as steel. And it was this hidden ruthlessness that had led to their ultimate downfall.
General Varkis\'s final curse echoed in the silence of his mind, unspoken but deeply felt. His dreams of glory, of power, died with him, swallowed by the might of his enemies.
His king, his army, his cause — all lay in ruins. The battlefield, once a place of glory and honor, was now a graveyard of shattered dreams and broken bodies.
The air was thick with the acrid smell of gunpowder and the metallic tang of blood. Smoke billowed from the cannons, which had decimated the Hobgoblin ranks with relentless volleys.
The ground was littered with the fallen, both friend and foe, a grim reminder of the battle\'s ferocity. Amidst the carnage, the Seadwellers stood victorious, their blue-green armor gleaming under the harsh light of dawn.
Rain stood at the center of the battlefield, panting and heaving for breath. He surveyed the aftermath, the bodies of the Hobgoblins strewn across the field, the remnants of their once-feared army now nothing more than a testament to their defeat.
General Varlox approached Rain, his face set in grim. "My lord, the battlefield is ours. The Hobgoblins are no more."
Rain nodded, his gaze never leaving the horizon. "We\'ve won this battle, but the war is far from over. We must ensure that every last one of them is eradicated. There will be no mercy for those who threaten our lands."
The Ebizo soldiers moved through the battlefield, their movements efficient and methodical. They gathered the fallen Seadwellers, ensuring that their comrades received the honor they deserved.
The Hobgoblins were left where they fell, their bodies a stark warning to any who would dare challenge the might of the Seadwellers again.
In the distance, the warship that had carried them to victory loomed like a sentinel, its cannons still smoking from the battle.
The Seadwellers began the task of securing the area, setting up defenses to guard against any potential counterattacks.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the battlefield in a somber twilight, Rain turned to his soldiers. "As much as I want to honor the fallen right now, there\'s no time for us to rest. We will move north!"
Chi, General Varlox, and the others stared at Rain, their expressions were surprised.
"My lord, you don\'t mean to say . . ." General Varlox trailed off, eyes wide.
Rain nodded, his face as serious as his voice was resolute. "Yes, we will march north and slay the Hobgoblin King, eradicating the threat of the Hobgoblins once and for all!"
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Though General Varkis and General Gralnor suffered defeat at the hands of Rain and his army, the Hobgoblin King Kraggul the Warlord continued his relentless advance through the north of the Barren Wasteland. His conquest seemed unstoppable with a formidable army of 100,000 Hobgoblins, including four elite generals.
The first conquest on their path was the nomadic tribes of the Lizardfolk. Adept at survival and masters of ambush tactics, the Lizardfolk were formidable in their own right. Yet, against the overwhelming force of 100,000 Hobgoblins, they stood no chance. Many of their number fell prey to the Hobgoblin horde, becoming nothing more than sustenance to fuel the relentless march.
Those who survived fled north, seeking refuge and warning other clans of the impending doom.
Next on Kraggul\'s path were the Gnolls of the Dust Plains, savage tribes known for their ferocity in battle. The flat, dry plains echoed with the sounds of their fierce resistance, but even their legendary savagery could not stem the tide of the Hobgoblin attacks.
The Dust Plains became a battlefield, stained with the blood of Gnolls who fought bravely but ultimately fell before the might of Kraggul\'s forces.
The Gnolls of the Dust Plains, renowned for their ferocity and brutal combat skills, mounted a fierce defense against the invading Hobgoblin army. However, they were ultimately overwhelmed by the sheer numbers and relentless strategy of Kraggul\'s forces.
The Hobgoblins launched coordinated assaults that shattered the Gnolls\' defensive lines. Despite the Gnolls\' savage resistance, their berserker charges and guerrilla tactics could not withstand the Hobgoblin war machine. The Hobgoblin archers rained down a deadly barrage of arrows, while their heavy infantry pressed forward with brutal power, cutting down Gnolls left and right.
Flanked on all sides and outnumbered, the Gnolls were driven back, their lines crumbling under the pressure. Kraggul\'s elite generals executed flawless maneuvers, outsmarting the Gnoll chieftains and exploiting every weakness.
The Dust Plains, once the hunting ground of the Gnoll tribes, became a graveyard of their fallen warriors, marking the devastating triumph of the Hobgoblin King.