Chapter 147
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Chapter 147: A Traitor Among Us!
In the peaceful and quiet town of Hillenbrand, where construction was proceeding smoothly, seven legendary warriors on Dragonspine Mountain had taken a brief respite from their fierce battle.
But the fight was far from over.
The Holy Alliance, bolstered by a Divine Artifact and a Legend Level warrior, gradually gained the upper hand. Despite being outnumbered four to three and ambushed on enemy territory, their resolve did not waver.
Finally, the Abyssal Sovereigns leading the Demon Army’s charge appeared to receive a retreat order. Slowly but surely, the demons left the battlefield.
Yet, the Fourth and Ninth Legions of the Demon Army had achieved their objective. Their prolonged skirmishes on Dragonspine Mountain had drained much of the physical and magical strength of the Holy Alliance’s legendary warriors.
Emerging from the shadow realm, the commander of South Sotua gazed at the orderly retreat of the demon forces, a sense of unease creeping over him.
“What should we do now?”
The dwarves and orcs, lacking the tactical acumen of the human legend who hailed from a large mercenary group, instinctively turned to their leader for guidance.
After careful consideration, the legendary commander made his decision.
“Advance to the West Line Anti-Demon Great Wall!”
His voice carried conviction.
“The West Line legions are still stationed on Vera Plain. Even though the demon forces delayed us, they cannot reach the Great Wall before we do.
The retreating demon legions from the Middle Line are also heading back to the Middle Line, leaving the Anti-Demon Great Wall undefended. This is our chance!”
He paused, his gaze steady and determined.
“As long as we restart the Anti-Demon Great Wall before the Western legions, we still have hope. We have not failed yet.
All troops, march swiftly! The easternmost part of the Great Wall and Molten Iron Fortress are within reach!”
His words reignited the soldiers’ morale. Officers and troops alike steeled their resolve.
It was not over yet.
The army had suffered no major losses. Time had not slipped entirely away, and the obstacles thus far were temporary.
“Keep charging!”
The rallying cry of the Orc Chief echoed through the ranks, and the army resumed its march toward the western front.
On Dragonspine Mountain, the troops encountered no further ambushes.
The caves and settlements once occupied by the Dwarves were eerily abandoned, their inhabitants having vanished without a trace.
This absence brought both relief and apprehension to the Dwarf Kings and their generals. Perhaps it was better not to meet their kin under such grim circumstances.
The mountain outposts, aligned with the Anti-Demon Great Wall, were similarly deserted. Their silence fueled the army’s hope.
“There’s no demon resistance ahead!”
“They’ve truly abandoned these watchtowers. The Anti-Demon Great Wall must be defenseless!”
The shadows of the recent ambush faded, replaced by a surge of optimism. Victory seemed within reach.
Upon reaching the towering walls of the Anti-Demon Great Wall, the commander allowed himself a smile.
“Hahaha! The demons are cunning, but their forces are limited.
If they had another fully-formed legion hidden here, we might have been defeated. But look—this is the end of their strategy!”
He directed his troops to secure the abandoned camps and assigned mages to reactivate the magic circles. The plan was proceeding smoothly.
But then, a low, ominous sound rumbled through the air.
“Buzz…”
The eerie hum seemed to vibrate through the very fabric of reality.
Dark clouds rolled in, spreading from the north and tinged with a faint red glow.
Suddenly, purple magic symbols materialized in the air, forming an oppressive field that unsettled everyone.
Spellcasters felt the chaotic interference in the surrounding magic, rendering their abilities unreliable. Fighters fared no better; their extraordinary powers became unstable. Orc Berserkers gagged and turned crimson, teetering on the brink of uncontrollable frenzy.
Figures in purple robes emerged from the sky, channeling energy into a massive magic circle.
“Abyss Warlocks…” the commander murmured, his voice trembling. “But how can there be so many?”
Before him was a fully-formed legion—a hidden force of the Demon Army, lying in wait for two years.
Within the walls of the Great Wall, demon creatures emerged, their forms writhing with dark power. They drove bloodthirsty magical beasts forward, unleashing chaos upon the Holy Alliance.
“Damn it… Another ambush!”
The commander roared, “Scatter them! Take the Anti-Demon Great Wall!”
As the battle raged, a new wave of magical power surged behind them.
Turning back, the commander saw the Illusionary Mage, the Shadow Fiend, and the troll descending Dragonspine Mountain.
The Fourth and Ninth Legions of the Demon Army had returned.
“This… this was a trap from the start!”
Realization dawned with chilling clarity. The entire operation had unfolded according to the Abyssal Demons’ design.
The plan had failed.
The commander clenched his fists, his expression grim. “There’s no retreat now.
We must survive and deliver the truth to His Majesty and the Prime Minister. There is a traitor among us.
No… the traitor must be within South Sotua itself!”
Raising his voice, he rallied his soldiers one last time.
“Brothers, fight with all you have! This is our only chance!”
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