Elden: Ring of Calamity

Chapter 289 Hell
"Who are you!"

"Let her go!"

"please"

"my child--"

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Countless chaotic and painful wails intertwined together, but were crushed in the howling wind and snow by the even more tragic sounds of burning and sharp blades piercing flesh. The flames melted the ice storm wrapped around the Samir people, and the hammers and swords chopped through the burning bodies, leaving only charred and broken corpses on the ground.

The main force of the Kuroros clan had already rushed to the front line of Lannia a month and a half ago, and fought against the two earl families together with the coalition forces of the other fourteen clans. Only less than three hundred old and weak soldiers were left behind.

Faced with a mixed elite cavalry of more than a thousand Wolf Hunter Knights and Flame Monks, and especially in an unprepared night attack, the Samir people's hastily organized defense quickly collapsed, followed by a one-sided bloody massacre.

The leading knight was wearing a pitch-black cloak, holding a giant black steel sword covered with sharp teeth in each hand, and swinging his sword like a meat grinder, tearing into pieces everything he encountered, regardless of whether they were old, weak, women or children.

Blood splattered on the iron surface under the wolf helmet, accompanied by hot air. The knight let out bursts of hysterical laughter, mixed with many inaudible prayers and chants.

It was a woman's voice.

The one who led the army to bypass most of the front line and attack the village of Kuerlos was none other than the current head of the Celia family, Countess Gran Celia.

The earliest deeds of this notorious and infamous war lord can be traced back to the Battle of Moon Tree. Gran Cilia used countless military exploits and achievements to raise the title in front of his name from Baron to Earl.

However, it was precisely because of her indiscriminate slaughter during the war that Gran was hunted down by the fifth Sikaria Knight, the "Star Warlock" Orlanvinia. Although she escaped with serious injuries, she was completely disfigured in the battle, and her vocal cords were mostly shattered by a broom magic that passed by.

Some people say that if Gran Cilia had not retired from the war prematurely due to injury, her military exploits and title would have had room for improvement. However, it was precisely because she had offended the Carlia Dynasty too much that when Radagon married Queen Reinara to end the war and succeeded as King of Elden, the Countess became a political victim of the Golden Dynasty's attempt to appease the Carlia people, and was exiled to the Arctic Ice Field along with the Cilia family's territory in Atan.

What is even more "coincidental" is that Olivia, the sixth archbishop of the Flame Temple, is the younger sister of the astronomical sorcerer who almost took her life. Although there have been several defenders of the northern border over the years, the Celia family has never had a good time. Glen Celia's already cruel and violent character has become more and more distorted with age, until today.

She rode her horse through the central square, laughing wildly. The wolf hunting knights had inserted hundreds of sharpened wooden stakes here, which were filled with the corpses of Samir people. There were also seriously injured people who were not yet dead. They clutched the sharp wooden spikes that pierced their abdomens and let out heart-wrenching howls.

Suddenly, an icy storm swept up from the shadows at the back of the square, and several cold and swift figures shot out. They brandished scimitars designed with freezing ice wind as their prototypes, and slashed out an ice storm mixed with wind and snow, instantly freezing several knights around Grant into ice sculptures!
The cold frost also covered Ge Lan's armor, but she just sneered, and a layer of golden light emanated from her body, which suddenly shattered the spreading frost, and then she calmly held her sword to block the oncoming attack!
The sharp sound of swords clashing hit the eardrums of both sides, and the attacker flew backwards, exposed to the eyes of the Wolf Hunter Knight and the Flame Monk.

Those were the last ten remaining Samir knights of Kuerroth, led by none other than Kuerrov and his son Callister.

They were all wounded, and the edge of Samir's scimitar was covered with cracks. The frosty aura emanating from behind the mithril mask was no longer cold, but mixed with hot blood.

“Kulrov!” Gran Cilia shouted the village chief’s name loudly, her voice as harsh and unpleasant as the friction of gravel. “Twenty years ago, it was Her Majesty Marica who granted you, the sinners, permission to live here for generations. Ten years ago, it was Archbishop Xiren who went a step further and used a covenant to guarantee your survival. Tell me, who gave you the courage to harbor rebellion under the watchful eyes of the Northern Garrison and the Flame Temple?!”

"I don't understand what you mean—" Kurlov made an inconspicuous gesture towards the darkness behind him and gritted his teeth and said angrily, "We did take in a seriously injured fire monk, but that was the result of the Bishop of the Hiero Branch Temple personally asking us for help. Even if he did something wrong, it was an internal dispute of your Flame Temple. Why did you massacre my people indiscriminately!"

"Ha" a sneer of contempt came from the crowd, and another knight with a bloated and inhuman body stepped out from the team. He took off the bowl-shaped helmet on his head, revealing a familiar face that made all the Samir people present stare with bloodshot eyes.

"Kurrov, you were a hero when you were young. How come you become such a joke now that you are old because of your fear of death?" Bishop Julian of the Hierro Branch Temple said with disdain.

"Ask you to help rescue the Fire Monk in distress? Don't flatter yourself. The monk's name is Adam - the most despicable fire thief, the most wanted criminal of the Flame Temple and the Northern Guard House! You're not going to tell me that you Samir people have never seen his portrait, right?"

"What a bullshit portrait! When did you humans find the time to cooperate with us Samir people in your wanted operation?" Callister pointed a knife at Julian's nose and cursed, "The people of the Flame Temple have mixed up with the Xilia family, and you still have the audacity to slander us for harboring traitors. Die!"

Before he could finish his words, Callister rushed out and swung his knife straight at Julian's face!

At the same moment, nine Samir knights including Kurlov launched a desperate charge towards Gran and the surrounding knights. The ice storm they rolled up overwhelmed the howling wind and snow, like a surging white wave pressing down on them!

Julian pulled out a flaming fire hammer from behind his horse, and with his strong arms, he swung out a high-temperature fire tornado, engulfing all the surrounding Samir knights.

Glenn Cilia stepped on the stirrups, and her tall body leaped up, with two huge swords raised above her head. She looked down at Kurrov with a slash that tore through the air!

In an instant, it was as if a loud thunder exploded in the flames, and the violent shock wave overturned the nearby wooden houses. Even the wolf hunting knights and fire martial arts monks who were closer were knocked to the ground!
In the center of the battlefield, Julian dismounted and dragged Callister, whose half body was burned by flames, to the open ground. He then dragged the other eight Samir knights, alive or dead, over one by one, piled them up, and then smashed them down with a hammer.

In front of Glenn Cilia, Kurlov's old body still maintained the posture of swinging the knife, with only an imperceptible crack spreading from the mask on his forehead.

The next second, a crisp click sound was heard.

The mithril mask shattered first, and then countless cracks burst out from his body, and blood gushed out like a fountain!

Grant took two steps forward, grabbed the old man's gray hair, tore off the remains of the mask with his left hand, and pulled up his broken upper body from the ground with his right hand. He whispered in his ear: "For the sake of a dying man, I will tell you a secret, Mr. Kurlov—"

"I've always known that you were stalling for time. After all, negotiating with executioners like us is not the style of a famous hero like Samir. Don't worry, Ms. Vichy and the children she brought with her will soon reunite with you in the kingdom of the dead, hahahaha."

Amid her hoarse laughter, Kurrov's bloodshot pupils suddenly widened, but before he could even utter a resentful curse, his head was chopped off by a sword.

"Pass my order, kill everyone here and make sure no one is left alive," Grant roared, "Finally - burn this place down!"

(End of this chapter)