Chapter 219 - War (7)

Xinyi stood her ground like a tigress while the prince had decided to forget his relation with her. Unknowingly, the plant net was already cast and the prince, including Xinyi, were caught inside. Seeing the huge cage overhead, Xinyi used her wind power to bring herself away from the trap. The plant Chiangdas also opened a path for her to get out from it. 

Yet, the prince wouldn't let her. With a thought, he hastily tried to bring her to his domain and trap her there, but she was prepared for this. Aside from her shield, she let her light surround her, negating the prince's invincible grabbing power. She learned how to use her powers at a fast pace based on their last bout. Mostly, she realized the slight likeness of their powers. 

Was this because they related by blood? She thought. But that couldn't be right because the other Sorceress before her had the same powers like hers, aside from her rainbow-colored soul. Or because the royal families in Platanna had this sort of power that was almost equal to a Chief Guardian? She wondered, but didn't dwell on it. This was not important for now. She stood outside the plant cage, waiting for the following attacks the Chiangdas would do.

On the other side of the war, the green-clad men pierced their spears where the plants grew, but more green plants sprouted from the land and skewered the green men's stomach, delivering them to the death god on the spot. The scared soldiers quickly moved away from the edge, astonishingly alert at all times as they got weary with the plants that might sprout out under their feet and lead them to the path their dead comrades took.

Watching their disadvantage, the prince sighed and shouted, "Prime Minister, tell your men to stop killing my people and we won't do anything." He said it as though he was using a megaphone where everyone could hear him loud and clear even by those in the forest.

Xian Lang heard him well and raised a hand up. "How can you guarantee your people won't do anything?" He yelled at the top of his lungs from the wall, not knowing if the prince could hear him. Somehow, the prince heard him alright.

The prince couldn't reply because this was war. There was no guarantee if none of his men would attack. Also, he only said it out of desperation, watching a lot of his people die in front of his very eyes.

He directly put up his shield around them, keeping the Chiangdas' vines from piercing his men. And he did nothing or move his people in his domain. Prince Zelmer waited for the black-dressed cavalrymen to arrive and watched on what Xinyi's side would do next. However, he had prepared himself if they needed to flee and escape before they got slaughtered. He had not slept last night, though, resting on the stone bed, making certain that they had an avenue for escape and to counterattack. This was war. No one could tell who'd win.

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Earlier, after Ming left Xinyi on the wall, heading for his assigned opponents, he and Nianshi, Meirga, and Shijian faced the black-clothed troops on horses — the cavalry — the last in the parade. 

While flying, Nianshi proposed they send fires to the cavalrymen to kill them instantly. But Ming argued that he'd try to use his power to control these people first and see what powers they had, for they might have a way to capture or kill the dragons. Looking at these men's faces, they didn't even go pale in fear or panic when they saw the dragons flying toward them. Instead, most of them brought out their bows, spears, and other weapons, totally prepared to fight against the legendary beasts. It seemed dragons were not something new to them. They were indeed the cream of the crop.

"Are you sure you won't lose against your power again?" Nianshi asked as they hovered over these hors.e.m.e.n.

"I can control it. But in case that happens, kill me right away." Ming said without batting an eye.

"Are you insane? Knock it off. Why would I do that? I rather call on the lady to control you," Meirga said, troubled with Ming's proposal. She hissed in annoyance with Ming. Meirga knew how it would pain Xinyi if Ming died. She even risked traveling the perilous journey to the Sacred River to retrieve Ming's body, dead or alive. And Ming simply told them to kill them? As a wife, she knew what Xinyi would feel and couldn't think of a good reason to obey Ming's command. 

"That's only a last resort, of course," Ming said it as a statement. 

He knew the risk and had been thinking of it before he rested the night. And for him, he could use his wind, which was stronger now after performing the power vein ritual back in the cave beside the Sacred River. However, they hadn't tested these new arrivals, which were using the Vesver stones. But he also knew that if he could use his power for a short period, he could make a bigger difference. Thus, he preferred to risk it all to lighten Xinyi's burdens, for his loved ones, and for Chiji.

Although uneasy and not at peace, Meirga and Nianshi listened but were watchful, extremely. They stood on guard for Ming.

They directly flew down in the middle of the road to stop the hors.e.m.e.n who were holding the horses' reins tight, keeping their horses from scurrying away because of the already in chaos red-suited soldiers in front of them, who were scattered and partly in terror because of the attacks Xinyi made while they were in parade then followed by the unmerciful Chiangdas.

When the dragons arrived above them, the horses went in a frenzy all the more. As animals, they knew the hierarchy in their beast kingdom and these dragons were at the top ranks, mostly in the food chain. The soldiers could hardly hold them still and pulled the reins to move backward, making a gap between them and the dragons, but fearlessly. No one attacked Ming, the Qilin, and the two dragons. They merely waited on what these great beings would do next. 

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Ming jumped down from Shijian's back and used his Ruler's Influence before his feet would touch the dusty road. He knew how crucial his job was. As Xinyi warned, these Platanna warriors could be powerful ones, trained for warfare, and possibly held greater powers or equal to the Chiangdas but expected a stronger outcome with the amplification of the Vesver stone. Nonetheless, Ming had to find out how powerful they were when the fight started, unless he could control them with his powers first. 

He let his Ruler's Influence come out from his chest, but he only allowed a bit as not to let it go bonkers and control him instead. Unfortunately, the effect was not as great as he wished. Rather, only a few were caught under his mind control, but it didn't discourage him. He had them attack those behind or beside them. 

The hors.e.m.e.n were still hard-pressed, controlling their frantic horses when their fellow warriors raised their weapons against them and left them in horror and defenseless. But as seasoned fighters, they evaded the attacks and jumped out from the swords and other weapons that were about to strike at them. Woefully, the controlled men stabbed the horses in their stead. They had not known what hit them at this moment. Their initial guess was their comrades got insane, but their commandant had suspected a powerful sorcerer spellbound them. 

"Galford, what is wrong with you?" The dark-brown haired commandant said to his good friend, who was mindlessly attacking him, hacking the huge ax at him. He moved agilely to avoid the ax's sharp edge and kicked his friend's stomach, tossing his friend off his horse and to the ground. Yet, his friend hurriedly stood as if that kicked and the hard fall didn't hurt at all. This proved his guesses to be on the spot. Someone cast a spell on his men. He looked at the person blocking their way — Ming. Without a shred of doubt, he believed Ming was the spell caster. And his major opponent.

Ming looked back at the slim and stout man who was the only person who wore a black cape, the commandant. From the fierce way the man's eyes stared at him, he knew this person was up to something. And he prepared himself for this fight and could be a deadly one.

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