Chapter 1561: Chapter 1561
There’s no need for the entire opposition to swarm out; just three to five thousand of the vanguard army could take the City of Usmer with a single charge.
Although heading to the Kingdom of Imbutu is a retreat path, it’s still not safe. The nomadic army can still advance along the lengthy coastline of the Eastern Gulf and reach this place.
What can be safer than the Komeer Kingdom across the entire Sea of Fallen Stars?
"I knew you outsiders harbored evil intentions." Gritted Felen, the third leader of the Brotherhood of Sword Spike.
Their insidious policies would directly shake the foundation of the Brotherhood of Sword Spike in the City of Usmer. Everyone would go to serve them, who would care about the Brotherhood of Sword Spike?
From the start, they took a firm stance, blocking the entire port and not allowing the opponent to unload cargo, which was the right choice.
"This is your last chance, clear the path and open the port." Fang Chief Patralem issued the final ultimatum.
"Impossible, unless you step over our dead bodies." Felen replied defiantly, raising his head.
"Attack!" Patralem didn’t waste words. With a wave of his hand, he led his Fang Squad, charging at Felen.
"Tear them apart!" The entire Fang Squad roared thunderously, following closely.
These Laiserman seemed unruly, but once they charged, everyone noticed they were adept at tactical maneuvers.
They didn’t rush towards the Brotherhood of Sword Spike along the streets, but instead moved forward in groups of three to five Fang Squads as units. Although they didn’t wield defensive weapons, they utilized the street buildings as cover.
They did this to avoid being caught by area attacks like the Fireball Technique or rain of arrows.
However, neither the Brotherhood of Sword Spike nor the Laiserman’s Fang Battle Squad cast wide-range magic attacks like the Fireball Technique.
It’s not that they don’t have them but rather fear the situation spiraling out of control. They neither wanted to offend the forces behind the opponent overly nor ignite the city’s buildings.
Should the latter occur, there will be no victor in this battle, and the citizens of the City of Usmer would hate them to death.
For this, Gaven made preparations as well. As soon as the Laiserman entered the City of Usmer, it started drizzling, not due to natural weather changes but due to weather manipulation by an extraordinary druid. This rain would significantly increase the difficulty of setting fire to the soaked buildings.
It also made the battle extremely unfavorable for the Brotherhood of Sword Spike, like Felen, who had magic equipment deflecting raindrops half a meter away from him with an invisible magic shield. That was not common, as most in the Brotherhood of Sword Spike wore regular cotton armor, which, after soaking up water, would increase in weight by several to tens of kilograms. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩~𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖~𝙣𝙚𝙩
The Laiserman wearing either no armor or just simple beastskin armor were much less affected.
These Laiserman’s running speed was shocking—unaffected by the muddy roads.
Like ferocious tigers descending the mountain, this analogy fits them perfectly.
Though not possessing a tiger’s colossal physique, their aura matched that of the fierce tiger, with eyes filled with unstoppable ferocity and determination, swinging their wood clubs vigorously, focusing entirely on attack.
Many in the Brotherhood of Sword Spike were so intimidated that they failed to act immediately with the main force.
"Block them." Felen, equally defiant, led his elite guild members, charging towards the Fang Battle Squad, likewise paying no heed to defense, responding attack for attack.
They were not reckless like the Laiserman, but had full confidence in their armor’s defensive capabilities.
This is the sound of wooden clubs striking flesh.
This is the sound of wooden clubs striking metal armor.
This is the sound of wooden clubs striking soaked cotton armor.
The Laiserman hit by wooden clubs didn’t let out cries of pain but excited roars similar to beasts; their highland-red skin began to flush, veins like earthworms bulging under their muscles, making them appear even stronger.
The Berserkers were not just a traditional profession of the Laiserman; it was deeply ingrained in their souls and lineage. Even those yet to awaken the Berserker’s profession could enter a berserk-like state when provoked, slightly enhancing strength and constitution (both +1).
The most incredible transformation was in those Berserkers adorned with totem tattoos.
With the passionate bloodstream flowing, the magic glows on those totem tattoos flickered luminously, seemingly coming alive and crouching in their bodies in a phantom form.
This made the Laiserman Berserkers instantly swell several sizes larger, causing a tremendous visual impact. Some timid ones were subdued on the spot, instinctively cried out, and turned to flee.
These totem phantoms were not just intimidating props but possessed true magical effects, at least providing intrinsic attributes enhancement to the Laiserman, with different focuses.
Those with tiger or giant bear totem shadows gained increased strength and more robust, muscular bodies.
Those with elk or eagle totem shadows became noticeably more agile.
The Laiserman Berserkers and the Uthgar Barbarians, one from the East and the other from the West, were considered the best Barbarians by Felen.
Though separated by thousands of kilometers, with stark differences in faith, looks, or customs, they had similar approaches in their pursuit of wild power.
They not only pursued personal power but also borrowed the strength of totem spirits to enhance themselves.
This gave them an initial totem enhancement before activating their berserk ability. This enhancement was half of berserk (Strength and Constitution +2 or Dexterity +2), but without losing sanity or experiencing exhaustion.