Chapter 17: Alley Battle (I)

  Half an hour later.

  "Don't let them get away there!"

  Amidst the shouting, a troop of wolf cavalry rode their war wolves, constantly pressing in on the crowd from behind along the narrow streets.

  "Flame War Flag!"

  Robard quickly recited a string of incantations and turned around, raising his wooden staff to gesture towards the wolf cavalry.

  Suddenly, a red flame-colored war flag appeared in the center of the street, and a large piece of flames surrounded the war flag and spread out in all directions, covering the entire street in an instant.

  No matter how well-trained the war wolves were, they couldn't dash into the fire with a straight face. As the wolf howls grew louder, the wolf cavalry at the front hastily stopped in their tracks, and the war wolves frantically scratched the ground with all four legs, trying to shed the inertia from their mad dash.

  However, the wolf cavalry continued to charge forward, and the war wolves collided with each other, causing the entire army to fall into chaos in an instant, making it impossible for them to pursue the crowd.

  "Quickly, this way." Taking advantage of the enemy's confusion, Raymond and his group turned and rushed into another street.

  Shortly after deciding to head for the Western Gate, they were ambushed by a group of lion-like humanoids. After a brief skirmish, Robard used his shamanic powers to immobilize their foes and they managed to escape.

  Afterwards, everyone's movements became more cautious, but they would still encounter enemies from time to time. Fortunately, they were all small-scale patrol teams, and after some fighting or fleeing, they managed to escape. It wasn't until they encountered that pack of wolf cavalry earlier that they were chased for a while before managing to escape here.

  "Damn it, how are we always getting found?" Robard finally felt something was off.

  "Maybe we've exposed our trail somewhere, but it's too frequent to encounter enemies, it's as if they knew where we'd escape." Raymond was also puzzled.

  "Meow, young master, that's because I wasn't by your side." Suddenly, a voice came from mid-air.

  Everyone listened, almost instinctively posing a vigilant posture, and at the same time saw a yellow shadow jumping down from the roof of the next house, landing slightly crouched, ready to pounce towards the opposite side.

  Before everyone could see what jumped down, another white shadow followed closely and intercepted the yellow shadow before it could rise. Then the two shadows entwined together, suddenly rising and falling, rapidly separating and merging, with the sound of clashing weapons occasionally transmitted in between, the speed was so fast that it had already exceeded the range that the naked eye could distinguish.

  Suddenly, the two intertwined shadows parted abruptly. The yellow shadow crashed into the wall and fell to the ground, followed by a splashing sound as a large amount of fresh blood sprayed into the air.

  It was only then that the crowd saw clearly, and the yellow shadow that had fallen to the ground turned out to be a cat-like man wearing simple leather armor. However, his throat had been cut open with a large gash, and he was already dead.

  And another white shadow...

  "Bastard!?" Raymund couldn't help but exclaim in surprise as he clearly saw his opponent.

  "It's me, the young master." The cat girl happily and energetically welcomed him.

  But before she could get close, Raymond grabbed her ear: "You still have the face to come back. So long, where did you run to?"

  "Meow, it hurts!"

  Bastard said with great grievance: "I followed your orders and went to warn Rud, but as soon as I arrived, a group of wolf cavalry came to take over the city gate, and then they started fighting. I couldn't just abandon him, so I had to help Rud first, that's why I'm late in finding you."

  Lemon was startled and let go of Catgirl's ear: "Have the Wolf Riders gone already? How is it, is there anything wrong with the West Gate?"

  Bastard quickly grabbed his ears and rubbed them vigorously: "It's okay, they've all been taken out by us. Young master, that Luz guy is incredibly fierce in battle, he's really something else."

  It was said that the city gate was safe, so Raymond put his mind at ease. At this time, Robard pointed to the dead cat-like creature and said: "It turns out it was this guy who was following us, which is why we kept running into enemies."

  Bast shook his head: "There are two, one is responsible for tracking the target, marking their position, and the other leads the army to intercept. It's a common tactic used by my tribe in battle, but I took care of that one too."

  As she spoke, her expression dimmed slightly: "The clan leader once said that one day I would kill my own clansmen. I didn't believe it, but it happened so soon."

  The number of cat people is scarce, and almost all members are scattered among the beastmen to serve as scouts. Every time the beastmen have a conflict, these cats who are loyal to their masters can only be forced to follow them with daggers pointed at their own kind, which is their fate for the cat people.

  Looking at her expression, Raymond gently patted Bastet's head: "Don't be sad. Bastet, you did a great job."

  He turned his head and said to the crowd: "Take advantage of the enemy's scouts being eliminated, let's hurry to the west city gate."

  "Master, actually there's something else..." At this point, Bastet suddenly spoke in a very soft voice.

  "Huh?"

  "When I first arrived, I saw another pack of wolf riders heading towards Rud. But I was busy looking for you, so I couldn't do anything about it and had no way to warn Rud." Bastet said, sneaking a peek at Raymond's reaction.

  "Why didn't you say so earlier?!" Raymond's face suddenly changed color.

  Bastet instinctively covered her ears: "Meow, don't pinch me again. I was just worried about Master's safety, so I didn't have time for anything else."

  Looking at Bastar holding his head, Raymon was both angry and amused. Alas, perhaps Bastar is indeed a genius, but he really lacks experience, such an important thing actually didn't report in the first time, almost got scared to death by him, don't know if I have a life to wait for the day he matures.

  He could only sigh and say: "Forget it, don't blame you. If you hadn't come to collect these two scouts, we wouldn't have made it to the city gate either."

  Luobade stroked his chin whiskers: "Then we must hurry, with the current number of people in hand, maybe we can still kill a bloody path."

  Raymond was about to speak when he saw Bastet suddenly perk up her ears and turn around with a piercing gaze.

  "What's wrong?" Raymond suddenly had a very ominous premonition.

  "Sorry, young master, I'm still a step too late." Bastard slowly turned his head: "We... have been surrounded by the enemies brought by those two cat people."

  It seems to prove her words, in a moment, with a heavy footsteps, a large number of lion tribe people appeared from the front street. At the same time, the group of wolf cavalry who were blocked by the flames also emerged one after another from behind the crowd.

  Raymond and others were actually blocked in the middle of this street.

  He ducked, the long spear passing over his head, and took advantage of the enemy's inability to retract it in time. He rushed forward with one sword, piercing the opponent's heart, and rolled away from the corpse, avoiding the battle wolf that pounced from behind. Then he threw out the sword in his hand, killing the lion man who charged up opposite him. At the same time, he picked up the long spear on the ground, turned around and inserted one spear into the throat of the battle wolf, nailing it and the wolf cavalry on its back together...

  Raymond, with a familiar motion, accurately killed the enemy in the midst of heavy encirclement. His swordsmanship was not like the human-transmitted swordsmanship, which had too much ornamentation, but rather leaned towards the practical and realistic style of the beastmen.

  However, due to physical and personality reasons, he cannot wield a sword like the Beastmen, relying on his innate wild instincts. In contrast, Raymond's swordsmanship is more rational, observing the enemy's movements calmly before striking at their weaknesses, straightforward and direct, often having a fatal effect on weaker opponents.

  After killing the wolf cavalry, Raymond was about to withdraw his long spear, but the dying war wolf suddenly went wild and rushed forward, knocking Raymond out.

  As he fell, he rolled once to avoid the corpse of the fallen war wolf. Raymond was about to get up when a shadow suddenly enveloped him from behind. His heart racing with shock, Raymond quickly flipped to the side, and at the same time, he heard a loud crash as a battle axe chopped down on the spot where he had just been, sending shards of stone flying everywhere.

  It was a tall lion-like man, who strode towards Raymond with large strides, holding an axe in his hand. Raymond, due to the sudden movement, had no time to get up and didn't even have a weapon to defend himself, putting him in extreme danger.

  Just as he was about to bring the axe down, the lion-man suddenly felt a slight weight on his back, as if something had climbed up. Feeling strange, he was just about to turn around when he felt a chill at his throat and a spurt of fresh blood shot out.

  The lion-man's eyes widened in an instant, he couldn't believe it as he clutched at his slit throat, his stiff neck turned around, seemingly trying to see what had attacked him. At this moment, a hand pressed lightly on his shoulder, and in an instant, a white figure had leapt up high from behind the lion-man's back.

  The lion man still didn't see his opponent clearly. As the figure landed, the lion man fell to the ground with a look of unwillingness in his eyes, amidst a pool of blood.

  "Young master, I'm a reliable attendant after all?" Bastard proudly said as he helped Raymond up after killing the Lion Man.

  "There's no time for boasting, just kill a few more enemies." Raymond tapped her on the head and picked up the lion man's battle axe, throwing it with all his might and sending a charging wolf cavalry flying off its mount.

  "Meow, got it!" Bastet responded cheerfully. As the war wolf that had lost its Wolf Rider's control charged closer, she flipped her body with one hand and crossed paths with the war wolf in an instant. In that moment, her dagger flashed across its neck.

  That battle wolf let out a mournful howl, struggled to charge forward a few more steps, and then fell heavily to the ground just a few paces away from Raymond.

  "Master, when you're in danger again, they'll show up once more."

  In the cat-eared girl's unique, energetic battle cry, Bastet charged into the enemy ranks, her figure darting left and right like a white specter, leaving a trail of enemies crying out in agony as they fell to the ground, showcasing a bizarre fighting style that was completely different from Raymond's, sending shivers down one's spine.

  In the eyes of the optimistic cat girl, the intense battlefield was probably just another way to play. Raymon, although he had a headache from her inappropriate cheerfulness, couldn't help but admit that with her around, no matter how bleak the situation, it made people feel like there was hope.

  This is probably one of the specialties of this muddle-headed genius too.