Why did the lord rebel

Chapter 503 Chapter Fierce Duelist

It only took two seconds for the expression on Damian Wakema's face to change from astonishment, to anger, and then to determination.

Then, he turned around, drew the sword from his waist, and chopped down Xiahou Yan on the head without hesitation.

  Although he had anticipated the possibility of a fight, Xiahou Yan was still shocked by the reaction speed of the orc officer in front of him;

What shocked him even more was that, as a high-ranking general who would never go to the battlefield in person, this guy's skills were so good!

  Damian's blow seemed simple, but it was powerful, fast, and extremely smooth. It was undoubtedly the work of a martial arts master!

Xiahou Yan hastily raised his crowbar, barely blocking Damian's chop with a loud bang. Damian's move was blocked, but without pausing, he pressed down with his blade, used his arm to gain leverage on Xiahou Yan's crowbar, and raised his leg to kick Xiahou Yan in the lower abdomen.

——Orcs are inherently much stronger than humans, and Damian not only flexibly executed two moves, but also kicked out with great force and power, which seemed to be enough to rip open an iron rhinoceros.

Xiahou Yan didn't dare to take the kick head-on, and quickly used his magic power to fly up, floating back three meters away, and then landed lightly at the door of the general's office.

The most common misunderstanding about the magician profession in Haven Continent is that "magicians are all powerful in attack, but are like glass cannons that can be easily slaughtered if approached."

  ——This conclusion is probably only true for low-level magicians. Once a magician is promoted to an intermediate magician or above, the flying and hovering abilities brought by the magic energy protection are their greatest asset for invincibility in close combat:

Take Mr. Xiahou as an example. The mediocre kung fu he had honed on the wooden stakes in his territory and on various girls was just enough to deal with a few noble dandies in the imperial capital, but he would never be able to withstand a single move from real masters like Clement and Alice.

If it was still the same Xiahou Yan from the past, this kick from General Damian Wakemar would be enough to turn him into Zhang Xu pro max plus and write forty-eight stomachache posts in one breath;

However, with the protection of the magic power of the mage level, he only needed to fly back lightly, which was enough to eliminate Damian Wakemar's fierce attack.

No traditional warrior has the ability to deal with such a high-level magician who flies around at no cost in close combat: their end will only be running around without being able to even touch the hem of the magician's robe, and eventually dying from rounds of long-range magic bombardment.

  When an ordinary warrior encounters a high-level magician, it's like the Eight Banners Soldiers encountering a bomber, the freeloaders encountering a krypton gold sow, and hand-rolled cigarettes encountering the fifth generation of Ruike. What they are facing is a technological gap in the dimension of combat means that they cannot counter at all!

It was precisely because of this extraordinary magical advantage that Xiahou Yan dared to go alone into danger and walk freely in the Thorn City;

Of course, he also planned to use the same advantage to quickly kill the super-capable orc senior officer in front of him.

As he floated into the air, Xiahou Yan had already silently recited a very familiar Iolian ancient magic spell. As soon as he landed, he immediately slapped out his right hand and threw the "Netherworld Bite" that he had already prepared in his palm towards General Damian Wakemar.

The "Netherworld Bite" that was secretly learned from Bartholomew de Hashi has helped a certain unscrupulous lord kill countless powerful enemies so far. This high-level magic move can directly stop the victim's heart. The highlight is that it is absolutely fair that no matter whether the opponent is a commoner or a ninth-level holy wizard, as long as he is hit, he will die immediately.

A lion needs all its strength to fight a rabbit. Facing this extremely fierce orc officer, Xiahou Yan of course chose to use his killing move right from the start in order to quickly end the battle.

The purpose of his trip was to follow the traces left by the magic crystal to find the location of the orc military headquarters, and then follow the clues to find a senior officer and kill him and turn him into a zombie in order to get some valuable information.

As for which orc officer in the Glorious Federation Army he was going to kill, Xiahou Yan himself had not decided in advance. He would just let fate take its course. After sneaking into the orc camp, whoever he ran into would be unlucky.

After all, all he needed was a zombie who held a high position in the federal army and could provide a lot of useful information, and the other party's name was irrelevant.

However, thinking back on that night afterwards, Xiahou Yan couldn't help but admire his "good luck". Why did he choose Damian Wakemar, such a tough guy!

  This young green-skinned general was not like other opponents he had encountered, who were first hit by the "Netherworld Bite" and then fell to the ground with a sudden cardiac arrest;

On the contrary, when the "Netherworld Bite" formed by countless resentful souls was still flying in the air, Damian Wakemar shouted and stretched out his hands.

The icy shadow of Frostheart Andrea suddenly appeared above Damian Wakema's head.

A round of snow-white purifying halo spread out from Damian, instantly covering the entire office with a layer of holy pure white frost.

The "Netherworld Bite" thrown by Xiahou Yan didn't even touch the corner of Damian Wakema's clothes before it was stopped in mid-air by the purifying halo of "Frost Heart" Andrea, and then melted and dissipated in an instant under the shining light of the war song, like snow meeting the sunrise.

With the snow-white shadow of Frostheart Andrea above his head, Damian Wakema stretched out his hands and struck a stance, staring fiercely at the Lord of Frost Maple Ridge at the door like a tiger descending from the mountains or a furious King Kong.

Xiahou Yan was saying "Fuck your mother! Fuck your mother" in his heart.

He never expected that this orc general who looked too young was not only an extraordinary fighting master, but was also a genuine shaman priest!

——Judging from the fact that he can silently or even almost instantly cast the war song, his level is definitely not lower than that of the Lionheart Shaman!

  Xiahou Yan suddenly realized that he had made a serious misjudgment of the situation due to his fixed mindset: since most of the high-ranking officers on the imperial side were academics who graduated from military academies, or imperial nobles with hereditary titles, he subconsciously believed that the orc officers he was going to behead and assassinate were also ordinary people who were weak and could be easily taken down with just a casual move;

However, in the Glorious Federation with abundant martial virtues, those senior military officers can also be top masters who can kill one person every ten steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles!

In terms of Damian Wakemar's martial arts skills, he can only be considered an elite warrior from a training family. Although he is indeed good and can deal with the Lord of Frost Maple Ridge, he will be defeated if he really meets a master of Eldridge's level, let alone fighting against a master warrior of Alice Comstock's level;

However, the orc general's accomplishments in shaman war songs made Xiahou Yan pay extra attention:

"Frost Heart" Andrea's Song of Purification is truly the best weapon against necromancy among all the elemental forces on the continent. The undead forces of Frost Maple Ridge have suffered losses more than once at the hands of high-level shamans who sang the song of purification.

To deal with this kind of shaman, the usual strategy of Frost Maple Ridge is to rush forward in large numbers on the battlefield, using a large number of undead, projectile weapons, and high-altitude bombing to strike in a three-dimensional manner, leaving the opponent no time to defend, and ultimately physically destroying the shaman's physical body;

But at this moment, Xiahou Yan had no troops to help him, he was all alone!

  After the tricky advancement journey in the Hesse Swamp, although his magic rank was raised to the level of senior magician, it was purely a false prosperity created by forcing things to grow. His magic combat skills were still at the beginner's level!

Could he really defeat a high-level shaman of unknown strength in a serious duel between elemental power users?

——Xiahou Yan must have doubts about this issue.

  Therefore, he immediately decided to use the most traditional method of Frost Maple Ridge to overcome the difficulties:

As far as he knew, in the many planes between the Void Black Domain, there was no problem that could not be solved by spending money!

While Damian Wakemar used the Song of Purification to block the "Nether Bite", Xiahou Yan had already taken out a continuous-fire Himas crossbow from his back and fired three "Thracian Annihilation Arrows" that had been loaded at the opposite orc general. Back in the early days of Frost Maple Ridge, for the impoverished Igor Territory, "Thracian Annihilation Arrows" were still a national treasure that was used up one by one, and wasting one was enough to make the Lord and Mayor Joel feel distressed for a long time;

However, now Mr. Xiahou has already become rich, and shooting a few "Thracian Annihilation Arrows" is as easy as sprinkling water for him.

However, these expensive annihilation arrows still failed to work.

After dealing with the "Bite of the Netherworld", Damian had been observing the movements of the uninvited human guest opposite him. As soon as Xiahou Yan drew out his crossbow, he immediately fell to the ground and rolled sideways three times. It can be said that he leisurely avoided the three crossbow arrows that were whizzing towards him.

The "Thracian Annihilation Arrow" failed to hit Damian, but exploded on the filing cabinet behind him. Countless military documents suddenly caught fire, turning half of the room red.

Xiahou Yan secretly cried out in regret: If it were the sharpshooters of Igor's pioneering army, they might be able to predict the movement of the orc officer and hit the target, but the lord himself, who had not been to the shooting range to practice for a long time, obviously did not have this ability.

As the three annihilation arrows missed the target, the fierce and tense battle in the room finally eased for a moment.

The fiercely burning filing cabinet made a harsh crackling sound, and the blood of the orc adjutant was still flowing on the floor.

Damian Vekmar hunched his waist slightly, ready to attack and dodge at any time. He looked at the filing cabinet that was engulfed in flames, and then looked at the Himas crossbow in Xiahou Yan's hand.

“People from Frostmaple Ridge?” Damian Wakemar hissed.

Xiahou Yan remained silent without comment: The Igor family is now so famous that knowledgeable military experts can guess their origins based on the equipment models alone.

However, he didn't intend to hide anything - it was clearly a corpse speaking to him.

"Who are you from Frost Maple Ridge?" Damian didn't get a response, so he continued to ask, "To have such magical attainments... Who are you from the 'Northern Blizzard Mage Group'? Calvino Linge? Victor Lowry? Moliere? Historia? Ivan Grey? Novenson?"

Damian listed the names of several top masters in the Frost Maple Ridge mage team one after another, which surprised Xiahou Yan a little: this young orc general's understanding of Frost Maple Ridge has obviously exceeded the level of a normal federal officer.

However, Xiahou Yan still shook his head and insisted:

"…No, I'm Professor Kirlian Andropov from the Hermetic Society."

Damian Vekmar immediately put on a look of astonishment: No one would believe that a scholar and "professor" from the Hermetic Society could also be a high-level magician, assassin, and murderer. What made Damian speechless was that the human opposite him didn't even have the intention to make up a lie or pretend to be more convincing. It was obvious that he was just fooling him.

Damian said coldly:

"You are from Frost Maple Ridge. No matter who you are, I will tear off the mask on your face and hang you on the top of Thorn City for public display... There must not be many masters like you even in Frost Maple Ridge. Elliot Igor will regret sending you to assassinate me."

Xiahou Yan thought to himself, is this true? I don’t believe it.

"But I am not a hypocritical human like you. Before we fight, I want to tell you my name." Damian raised his head proudly. "You are facing the son of Tiberius Wakemar - General Damian Wakemar, deputy commander of the Desolate Watch Division of the Glorious Federation. Remember this name in the last moments of your life...human."

Xiahou Yan secretly said wow: I originally wanted to find a random orc officer to kill, but I didn’t expect to run into a big shot: Damian Wakema is not only a descendant of the Wakema clan of the "Clan of the God of War", but also the deputy commander of the "Desolate Watch" division!

A general's family always produces a talented son, and a great general is never incompetent. Such a prominent background and status may partly explain Damian Wakemar's excessively powerful strength.

Xiahou Yan and Damian Wakemar stared at each other across the orc lieutenant's body, and then, as if they had telepathy, they attacked at the same time:

Damian Vekmar sang the sublime ancient syllables of the Lightning Chant of the Punisher, Sayatis, in a high-pitched voice. The orc general, who also served as a shaman, raised his right arm high, letting the thunder and lightning circling around him like a flying dragon. His distorted face was illuminated by the lightning, and he looked as majestic as the god of thunder.

Damian suddenly swung his arm down, and the mighty thunder around him rushed towards Xiahou Yan like a wild horse or a free-spirited horse, with the overwhelming power to crush and destroy everything.

Then suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Damian Wakemar stood there in a daze for a while before he noticed that the anthropologist opposite him was holding a dry, black, and ugly skull in his hand.

The room was filled with electric sparks, but once they got within two meters of the skull, they would scatter like ants encountering their natural enemies.

"In a sense, it's an act of usurpation for you to use the Shaman War Song against me." Xiahou Yan shrugged. "Do you know Golsa, the disciple of the God of War Edwin? He's my buddy. Thanatus!"

Endric Thanatus's ghostly figure quietly appeared behind Damian Wakemar. The Death Priest slowly reached out his hand and grabbed Damian's throat, then slowly laid the orc general to the ground, who was at a loss and had no time to resist. His movements were so gentle and graceful that it seemed like a sacred ritual was being performed.

Xiahou Yan walked up to Damian Wakema, took off his mask, and revealed a harmless smile.