Chapter 14: The Fierce Battle at the Mountain Top

  Before long, the group arrived at the edge of the square, where the downward slope was, and in the middle of the slope was the huge stone steps that normally came and went to the temple. However, due to the chaos, not only were the stone steps crowded with people, but also the slopes on both sides were full of beastmen who were eager to escape, and as far as the eye could see, it was densely packed.

  Looking from here, the city of Langya at the foot of the mountain is no longer calm. Many places in the city have ignited flames, and the sound of noise can still be heard vaguely. The camping grounds of the wolf-like tribe and the cow-headed tribe outside the city are even more chaotic.

  "The werewolf tribe's army has indeed made a move, but we Minotaurs are not to be trifled with either. As long as we rescue Your Majesty and reunite with the army, Verona's rebellion may not necessarily succeed." Robard grunted.

  Raymond shook his head: "It's not just the werewolf tribe, the lion tribe's army is also involved in the rebellion. With the temptation of Elder Kote and Haken, we are probably divided into two factions like the Mongols. In short, this time Verona is well-prepared and won't let us turn the tables so easily."

  Raymond's astute analysis made the old bull-headed man flash a look of surprise in his eyes. However, he soon burst into hearty laughter and said: "Interesting, it's been a long time since I've encountered such a precarious situation since the rebellion 20 years ago. So, Your Highness, what do you think we should do?"

  "Only by escaping from Langya City as soon as possible and joining forces with the troops stationed on the border can we have a chance of winning. I believe that the leader of the Mo Luo tribe will not betray us."

  Robard proudly puffed out his chest: "Of course, we Minotaurs are forever loyal to Your Majesty."

  Romont nodded: "But now the werewolves are probably starting to seal off the city, just hoping that Rud can receive Bastet's warning in time..."

  Before he could finish speaking, a cow-headed man shouted: "Your Majesty is over there!"

  Raymond and Robard hastily looked over, only to see a large group of wolfmen and lionmen soldiers surrounding the middle of a gentle slope below, although it was too far away to see the situation in the middle, but the tall white figure of Verona standing on the periphery commanding was very eye-catching.

  "Her Majesty must be there, let's go and rescue her." Robard raised the wooden staff in his hand and was about to charge down.

  "Wait a minute!" Raymond hastily stopped him: "We are too few."

  Even with Robard's meeting and afterwards, the number of Minotaur warriors around them did not add up to 30, compared to the dense black mass of wolfmen and lionmen soldiers below, it was basically negligible. Even if they took advantage of the terrain to launch a sneak attack from behind, it would be difficult to shake the enemy.

  Although he was anxious in his heart, Lobard was not stupid. He knew that Raymond was telling the truth. Taking a deep breath, the old ox-headed man calmed down: "What should we do then?"

  Raymond was also extremely anxious in his heart, but his own strength was too weak and he absolutely couldn't force it. Just as he was thinking of a solution, another sudden change occurred behind him.

  "Raymond, you're here!" Suddenly, a thunderous roar came from behind the crowd, and at the same time, several beastmen in the crowd let out miserable cries as they were thrown into the air.

  "It's Haken." At the sound of this voice, Raymond couldn't help but smile wryly and immediately knew who had arrived.

  After merging with the Halflings, their numbers increased, especially the tall old Ox-heads, who were very conspicuous in the chaotic crowd and soon discovered by Haken.

  Raymond turned his head and saw that more than a hundred meters away, the furious Bimon beast was sweeping away the beastmen around him like wooden blocks, while taking big strides towards here. Behind him, a large group of wolf-like soldiers were following.

  If they were caught up by this guy, not only would they be unable to save Amada, but their own lives would also be in danger.

  "Your Highness, please hurry up and leave. As you said, leave the Wolf's Fang Castle and find the army of the Moro tribe's chief, come back to avenge us." At this time, Robard said in a low voice: "The bloodline of Your Majesty cannot be cut off, I'll take care of it here."

  It seems that the old ox-headed man has decided that they are out of options, so he is determined to die here in battle and cover Raymond's escape. However, Raymond apparently does not want to give up yet.

  "Good grief, let Rude make so many arrangements, I'm not just running away for myself." He scratched his head in frustration.

  Raymond's gaze then fell upon two gigantic statues. The two war gods' sculptures stood at the top of the stone steps, on either side, and if one were to ascend up the steps, it would be as if they were being welcomed, filled with a sense of religious majesty. However, at this moment, Raymond had other plans for them.

  "High Priest, can you find a way to stall Haken for a bit?" Raymon said to Robard.

  Seeing him show no intention of leaving, Robard hastily said: "Your Highness, what are you going to do? Haken is catching up quickly."

  Raymond smiled and said, "High Priest, a good son wouldn't abandon his old mother to escape alone. Don't worry, I haven't planned on letting Verona get her way yet."

  Looking into Raymond's confident eyes, the old cow-headed man felt that he was not speaking empty words. A surge of heroic passion arose in his heart, and Robard burst out laughing: "Well said, then let me lend His Highness a helping hand!"

  As he spoke, Robard turned around and recited a few lines of incantation, his wooden staff waving towards Haken from afar: "Crow Swarm Technique!"

  In an instant, a large flock of ravens suddenly flew out in the air, like a black curtain, pouring towards Haken. The ravens surrounded the clumsy Bimon beast, flying around it and pecking at it frantically, although they couldn't hurt it, but making Haken feel extremely annoyed, involuntarily stopping his footsteps and flapping his hands to drive away these annoying things.

  Haken was blocked, but those werewolves took the opportunity to rush over. Robard shouted: "Cover the lord!" and led the soldiers to meet them.

  As Robb Stark was about to engage in battle, Ramon ordered the cow-headed man beside him: "Quickly, push those two stone statues down the mountain."

  Several Minotaurs stared at each other, but none of them moved. The beastmen were all faithful followers of Phryes, and now that they had been ordered to destroy the statue of the war god, for a time no one dared to make a move.

  "Your Highness...this is the God of War..." a minotaur said cautiously.

  "Of course I know, but just treat it as an ordinary stone for now," said Raymond.

  "But..." The Minotaur still hesitated.

  Raymond's anger flared up, one hand grasping the cow-headed man's leather armor, and the other pointing down the mountain: "Do you see? My old mother is in dire straits. And this is what Verona has accomplished by borrowing the name of 'God' to deceive the masses."

  "Our reverence for the War God is not based on these stones, and if Phoebus has a spirit in heaven, he will not mind us borrowing his statue to give those who truly desecrate the gods some lessons."

  "So, get it done quickly!"

  The Minotaur gritted his teeth and steeled himself, saying to his companions: "For Her Majesty the Queen, let's do this!"

  Several Minotaurs raised the battle-axes in their hands, aiming at the base of the statue and striking it fiercely. Amidst the flying stone chips, the crack continued to expand, and the statue slowly began to shake.

  Just then, a tall wolf-like creature appeared on the slope below and spotted Raymond and his companions. His eyes lit up with excitement as he let out a loud howl and charged towards them alone.

  Seeing the werewolf, a Minotaur soldier exclaimed: "No, the big wolf is more fierce!"

  "What? Who?"

  "He is a famous warrior of the werewolf tribe, because he was born tall and strong, and fights very fiercely, so he got such a nickname." A Minotaur soldier explained.

  Another one lamented: "It's all over, this guy is extremely sharp, even the Mongol warriors are no match for him. Your Highness, quickly call the Grand Priest to come and support us."

  At this time, the werewolf called Da Lang, who was relatively fierce, had already rushed to the edge of the mountain slope. He stood still, struck a majestic pose, and let out a long howl: "Raymond, I want to duel with you one-on-one, your head is mine today, Aroo!"

  "Your Highness, you can't go into battle!!" The Minotaur soldiers exclaimed in unison.

  "Cut it out, who's bird is he?" Raymond kicked the stone statue without any courtesy.

  With a loud rumble, the giant stone statue suddenly collapsed and rolled down the mountain slope towards the werewolf. At this time, the werewolf was still changing poses and couldn't dodge in time, and could only stare blankly as the statue smashed down on its head.

  "Huh? Wait a minute, this is too despicable! Wow!"

  With a loud crack, the famous warrior of the werewolf tribe was turned into a puddle of minced meat and stuck to the body of the war god.

  Then, the statue charged down with a momentum of thunder and lightning, directly crashing into the werewolves besieging Amada. A burst of screams and wails was heard, and in an instant, the surface of the statue was stained crimson with countless blood and flesh fragments. The werewolves were caught off guard, suffering heavy casualties.

  Then, Raymond kicked another stone statue with one foot. As the statue fell down, he drew his sword and shouted loudly: "Save Her Majesty the Queen, charge!" Then he followed the rolling stone statue and rushed down the mountain.

  Those Minotaur warriors were also moved by this, and they all loudly bellowed, swinging their battle-axes as they followed.

  "Everything is in sight, Robard burst out laughing: 'Well done, Your Highness, we can't fall behind either.'"

  He swiftly chanted a string of incantations and swung his staff: "Ophthalamyophobia."

  Suddenly, a huge transparent python emerged from among the werewolf soldiers. The python had no physical body, only a pair of eyes that presented a terrifying blood-red color. With its body coiled high up, the python glared at the werewolves below with its eyes, and let out a frightening hissing sound from its mouth.

  All the werewolves felt as if the python's eyes had pierced through their bodies, and they all felt a chill run down their spines. In an instant, their will to fight dissipated, and those with weak will turned around and ran away. Even those who could still hold on became limp and powerless, their combat strength greatly reduced.

  He used two advanced shamanic spells in a row on Haken and the werewolf soldiers, leaving even Robard feeling drained. But the Minotaur's robustness allowed him to quickly rally his spirits, leading his soldiers to break free from the werewolves' entanglement and charge down the slope.

  As Robart moved away, the crows that had been disturbing Haken gradually decreased in number. When it finally became quiet in front of him, he suddenly discovered that Raymond and his group were nowhere to be seen.

  "How detestable! I've been fooled by that despicable guy again!"

  Unable to bear the shame and anger, Bimon Beast let out a loud roar, swung his claws and slapped the werewolves beside him into pulp, stared at the slope with red eyes, and pounced down violently.