377 Liom: Deadlands

Far north of Del Lagos, Prince Victor Del Lagos had led his 30,000 humans and 20,000 elven armies to annex the dozens of castles, keeps and structures that were infested with monsters and beasts. Managing to clear out the majority of Varvylon, the lands just above Del Lagos and Geizan, the lands adjacent.

Now slowly marching his armies further north, into Liom. A vast land that could easily fit multiple kingdoms in, just south of Armenes, the kingdom and island of dekans. To ensure his supply lines were well properly defended and secured, the prince had carefully designated thousands of men and soldiers in protecting the caravans and their cargo, as well as the numerous old castles that outlined their path back.

Filled with confidence in his progress, and having bested and defeated multiple swarms of beast armies. In addition to the report he received from home, that notified him of the fall of Par'Talucca. Victor Del Lagos now believed his army to be enough to defeat the dekans as he no longer had to worry about the assassins and their rat-like stealth tactics that had plagued his armies prior.

That was all entirely true, or so he believed. Until he found himself facing an equal number of hostiles beyond the horizon. A force of 40,000 dekans had marched from their island, marching south to meet the foreign menace that encroached upon their lands. Flashbacks immediately replayed within the prince's mind, as he remembered how he had been beaten by a single dragonic dekan. And yet, he now gazed over the horizon with mana imbued eyes to find 1,000 large dragonic dekans at the rear, commanding the 39,000 lesser dekans who appeared in humanoid forms.

Being that of light blue skin, gills upon their necks and rather than wielding their long dastardly claws, they utilized spears and polearms that were designed to thrust, hook and remove shields as well as heads. The elites who were closer to the large dragon forms wielded double-sided polearms. Something Victor believed would be entirely difficult to wield in such chaotic melee scenarios, yet didn't desire to test his theory out himself.

"This isn't the right battlefield, we can't beat them on equal fields. We must utilize our greater intelligence and wit to outsmart them Your Highness!" Istvan, was entirely correct.

"Damnit! What happened to our blasted scouts!?"

"Your Highness, even if we order them to build them now, the siege weapons won't be ready in time!"

The kingdom of humanity needed to efficiently utilize their cards correctly and with utmost precision. The dekans simply being created, designed, born and bred for battle by Craut, outclassed and outmatched both the humans and elves. Having access to large pools of HP that in turn increased their size and unlocked their awakenings. Evolutions that allowed them to utilize the hidden dragon-blood within their bloodlines to literally becoming dragons, albeit lesser forms of the real deal.

Allowing their enemies to chose the location of battle was easily hind sighted as foreboding. Rather than causing all 50,000 of his forces to perish, Victor decided to place his life on the line, to ensure that as much of his men as possible could return and reinforce the closest stone castle. In preparation for the dekan's marching army, with catapults, trebuchets and the elven added grand-crossbows.

Having marched such a large force out himself, even if he were to give the order to retreat now. It would take the message a couple dozen minutes just for the rider or even flag signals to travel back to the rear, in which the wagons and supplies at the back would have to perform their U-turns. As such, Victor decided to fight.

Victor thought back to the report that stated Duke Trichia's battle. 1,000 against 5,000 undead and then immediately thereafter 10,000.

"If he could survive, I can too right?"

"Templars! Auxiliaries! On me! Hold the line, and signal the rear to retreat. As of now, we're the rear-guard."

""Goddess wills it!""

""For kingdom and glory!!"

As the humans quickly shuffled into ranks, forming shield walls across the barren fields of Liom. The dekan army slowly marched onwards. Enjoying the rising tension, the rising fear within their targets as they immediately noticed the forces at the back of the human armies shuffling messily in retreat. 10,000 human and elven knights fortified their new rear-guard, whilst the 40,000 prepared to retreat.

...

The armies met, spears bashing, digging and yanking off shields and helms. The dekans roared and chanted, paying homage to their god.

""CRAUT. CRAUT. CRAUT. CRAUT.""

Whilst the armies from the south focused on defence entirely. Thankfully, the humans had Victor Del Lagos who was single-handedly carrying their defensive efforts by funnelling [Group Euphoria] throughout. Rather than just hide behind the shield, the human prince consistently risked his own neck by trading blows and strikes. And no matter how many cuts and blows his body received, he shrugged the pain off. As the pillar of humanity, his golden aura spread across his ranks, helping them survive whilst his mana stores could last.

"VOLLEY NOW!"

[Loha's Mace]  [Loha's Mace]  [Loha's Mace]  [Loha's Mace]  [Loha's Mace]  [Loha's Mace]  [Loha's Mace]  

"Lances now!"

[Marea's Wrath]  [Marea's Wrath]  [Marea's Wrath]  [Marea's Wrath]  [Marea's Wrath]  [Marea's Wrath]  

Dozens of magical golden hammers flew over the backs of the humans whilst the elven casted their own form of artillery, slamming all forms of magical onslaught into the masses of dekans. And whilst the lesser dragonkin took damage, the stronger foes appeared entirely unfazed. Some of the dekans at the forefront even began to perform cannibalism on their own kind, consuming the flesh of their fallen to recover their HP.

"What the actual fuck!"

For a species designed and born for total war. They had no places for morality in their culture. The weak died, and that was that. It was only then did the elven knights begin to fear for their lives as well as the templars. Seeing such absolute monstrosity roam the battlefields, they felt their conviction shake.

"Your Highness, leave the rear-guard to me. Please, begin to make your way. Your people need you at the front to guide them!" Istvan urged and urged, but Victor remained adamant on staying behind. "Please Your Highness! We can't lose you here!" His other templars also join in, urging the man. Endeavouring to sacrifice themselves to buy time.

It was then, that suddenly, across the masses of dragonkin. Two petite looking girls riding upon the back of a lycan who had both tears and snot streaming from its face, were racing into the masses from the flanks.

"OUT OF THE WAY YOU NPCS!! MY PURITY IS AT STAKE HERE!"

Bethel and Mel, desperately clung to Terry's long fur, as the beast was now running on all fours as if he was a horse. Behind him were thousands of muscle-clad giants, desperately chasing them on their two feet. The sheer muscle, endurance and size of their bodies allowed them to run and sprint much quicker than Bethel had imagined possible.

"Thank you for coming back for me Rambo! I knew I could count on you!"

"Rambo!? You named me Terry!" "Awooooof!!!"

"Here, have another stamina potion! Don't worry about paying me back!" Bethel poured another potion upon the poor lycan's head, whilst wondering to herself whether or not it would be more effective if she shoved the contents down his ears instead.

The lycan caught the dekans off-guard even with their announcement. Prancing, dashing and stepping upon their backs and heads. Swiftly leaping over the river of bodies and even crossing the templar's shield wall.

Prince Victor Del Lagos almost staggered, as he continued to tried blows. Having no chance to speak, he could only catch a glimpse of Asai de Trichia's insignia that was engrained upon the girl's cloak before shifting his gaze forward once more.

The thousands of giants that were the size of the large evolved dekans now engaged in battle. Seeing such a large number of warriors clad in armours, carrying battle-axes and giant great swords. Naturally, the dekans turned to fight, now stuck between two hostile forces. The pressure upon the human army lessened.

Whilst the giants had no hostilities towards the dekans, they were now currently standing in their way and apparently helping the human girl escape. Their king had given them a royal decree, to bring the warrior back at all costs. And as such, they didn't hesitate to swing their mighty weapons.

"The giants are friendlies! Reinforcements from Duke Trichia! Fight on! Fight for Loha!" Victor funnelled mana into his voice, ensuring his voice echoed out for all of his men to hear. Ensuring they wouldn't attack their new friends.

""Goddess wills it!""