I was a knight in the Middle Ages

Chapter 459: Enemy Ambush, Druid's Sneak Attack

The scorching sun at noon burned the grassland into a state of distortion. Da Gama's horse suddenly reared up, and the sweat oozing from its mane left dark spots on the sand.

The former frontier sergeant tightly grasped the reins, his knuckles turning white from the effort: "Sir! This hollow...even the wind smells of blood."

His voice was torn into pieces by the howling hot wind. In the distance, the outline of dark red rocks was faintly visible under the undulating grass waves.

Alpha tapped his knee, and the sleeping stars jumped up like a frightened deer.

The girl hurriedly took out the cowhide map from the storage box. The moment the sheepskin scroll was unfolded, fine beads of sweat slid down her neck into her collar.

"Oval depression, short axis 34 kilometers." Alpha's fingertips ran over the crooked markings on the map, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

"It would take three times longer to go around, and..." Alpha suddenly raised his head, his eyes sweeping across the flock of vultures looming in the distance, "I'm afraid it will put the mining city in danger."

"Rest here!" Alpha slammed the map shut, and the metal wristbands made a clear sound. "Send the order down, cook, and set off in an hour."

Alpha fastened his cloak neatly, and the Bloodthirsty Spear at his waist glowed dark red in the sunlight, as if it had smelled the scent of prey.

When the twelve knights of the guard spread out in a fan shape, Da Gama was already kneeling on the hot sand.

He used a dagger to cut open the surface soil, and dark red mud immediately gushed out: "My lord, please look—"

Da Gama's voice trembled with awe, "This is the 'Valley of the Destination'. During the rainy season, the entire basin will turn into a deep pool. Now the surface is dry, but there is quicksand underneath."

Alpha looked in the direction he pointed and saw that the concave basin bottom was covered with spider-web-like cracks. Occasionally a lizard would dash by and be immediately swallowed by the suddenly cracked sand pit.

What's even more strange is that all the naturally formed slopes are strangely tilted inwards, as if they are being pulled by an invisible giant hand, guiding all living things towards the dark blue water in the center.

"A perfect trap of gravity and terrain." Alpha squatted down, the stigma on his forehead slightly hot.

He grabbed a handful of sand and let it slip through his fingers. The fine sand unexpectedly flowed to the bottom of the valley, "If the pursuers catch up here..."

Alpha's eyes swept across the steep cliffs, which were covered with gnawed bones. "The enemy only needs to set up a catapult high up, and we will be trapped."

Da Gama suddenly trembled violently, digging his fingers into the sand: "Three years ago, the Seventh Light Cavalry Regiment... was annihilated here. The survivors said that the lake would wail at midnight, swallowing up all struggling souls..."

Before Da Gama finished his words, a gust of cold wind blew by, and the branches of the dead trees in the distance made a teeth-grinding creaking sound, as if countless wronged souls were wailing.

Alpha's thumb repeatedly stroked the uneven mineral patterns on the hilt of the dagger. The coolness of the metal spread along his palm, as if bringing the cold air from deep underground to this desert.

The lead-gray clouds were like a heavy iron curtain, suffocating the skyline.

Three crows circled overhead, their sharp cries piercing the dead silence.

Alpha looked up at these ominous signs, and the hair on the back of his neck instantly stood up - the enemy's reconnaissance network was like an invisible net, quietly tightening.

"No, it's too late!" Alpha suddenly tightened his grip on the reins, his leather gloves rubbing against the metal buckles, "This detour will take at least one or two more days, and it's not necessarily safe."

The strong wind swept the grass and trees, hitting the goggles heavily. The undulating grass and trees in the distance were looming in the haze, as if hiding countless dangers waiting to strike.

Just as Da Gama was about to argue, Alpha raised his hand to stop him.

The commander took off his goggles, revealing bloodshot eyes, with a complex light of hunter and prey burning in his pupils.

Years of combat experience had already made Alpha's eyes like a poisoned blade.

"Move forward at a 34-degree angle." Alpha's fingertips traced the contour lines on the tactical tablet and stopped heavily at a cliff.

"Use absolute speed to break through here. You must pass this area before dusk."

Before he finished his words, the ground suddenly shook violently and in the distance came the unique whimpering of wolves, like the moan of death - the enemy's sense of smell was more acute than expected.

"Send the wolf riders to conduct reconnaissance five miles ahead," Alpha pulled off the dust cover, and the vision seemed clearer, "Set up secret sentries every hundred meters to build a dynamic warning circle."

Alpha's voice was calm and firm, and every word sounded like a steel nail that had been tempered through thousands of hammers.

The team slowly drove into the depression, and the horses trampled on the withered grass, groaning in despair.

Alpha looked back to the southeast from time to time. Although he knew it was just an illusion, he seemed to really see the mining city's iconic mining tower standing in the distance.

That's where Alpha's dream began, and also where his fight against fate began.

While the team took a brief break, Alpha climbed up the highest grassy slope alone.

The afternoon sun stretched his shadow so long that it almost touched the mining town on the other side of the horizon.

"We'll set off in an hour!" Alpha shouted to his guards, and the order quickly spread among the team, "Go full speed towards one o'clock, and don't let any obstacles stop us!"

Alpha's voice was full of determination, as if it was going to shatter the entire grassland.

At four or five o'clock, the grassland was torn apart by the sound of horse hooves, and the huge team was winding forward like a long black snake.

Alpha's tense nerves suddenly trembled violently - the three crows circling overhead were still there.

The tip of the dark red beak was dripping with saliva, and the pitch-black wings drew a strange arc among the clouds, like a pointer of fate warning of something.

"Lord Alpha, those crows..." The elf princess Evelyn suddenly rode closer.

The silver ornaments on her ear tips jingled with the bumps, and her emerald eyes were filled with worry, "They have not left since dawn, as if they were guiding the way to some invisible enemy."

Alpha gripped the reins, his knuckles turning white from the effort.

Isn't Alpha aware of the threat posed by these ominous birds?

The chamber of the magic gun was already empty, and the metal shell was shining coldly in the twilight, silently telling of the embarrassment of running out of ammunition.

"Is there any way to shoot them down, or at least divert them?" Alpha's voice was filled with a hint of barely perceptible anxiety.

Evelyn bit her lip. The natural magic that the elves were good at seemed particularly weak when dealing with aerial targets.

The elf turned around and shouted behind him: "Melven, Carl, Melissa, can you shoot down those crows?"

Before she finished speaking, Evelyn suddenly realized the change in herself - she used to feel bad even if she stepped on the grass, but now she wanted to take three lives without hesitation.

"Your Highness, it's too far." The griffin controlled by Carl made an uneasy cry, and he shook his head helplessly. "My contract magic cannot accurately attack at an altitude of 34 meters."

Maven looked at the circling crows, the magic arrow on the bow trembling slightly, "At this distance... unless we use forbidden spells, but that will expose our position."

“Then I have to fly into the sky.” Just as Melissa untied her cloak and prepared to take off, a shrill wolf howl suddenly tore through the air.

In the distance, the wolf riders held high warning flags with flashing red light, like dancing flames in the darkness.

Then, a teeth-grinding friction sound came from the mountain, and countless huge rocks carrying gravel poured down, creating deep pits with smoke and dust on the ground.

"One direction! Everyone lower your center of gravity!" Alpha's roar cut through the chaos.

The team turned like a tide, but lost control on the steep turf.

The war horses neighed and galloped wildly, the dust and grass raised by them blocked the view, and the whole team rushed towards the bottom of the valley like a chariot out of control.

"Slow down! Slow down now!" Alpha swung his sword, and sparks flew when the blade collided with the metal armor.

Just when the team was barely able to stabilize itself, a more terrible crisis arrived - the grass slope at the nine o'clock direction suddenly began to wriggle, and hundreds of boulders wrapped in sharp thorns whizzed down.

Immediately afterwards, there was a sudden sound of breaking through the air, and feather arrows poured down like a black rainstorm, with the arrowheads emitting a strange blue light.

Alpha pulled the reins suddenly, and the horse stood up, narrowly avoiding a poisonous arrow that brushed his cheek.

Alpha looked at the lake at the bottom of the valley that glowed with strange light, and finally understood the enemy's sinister intentions - it was a dead body of water cursed by magic, and any creature that approached the lake would turn into bones!

At this moment, they have been forced step by step into a carefully designed death trap.

The sound of breaking through the air was like the whisper of death exploding in the ears, and the feather arrows poured down with a bloody storm.

Alpha swung his sword forward, and the metal wrist guard smashed two arrows that passed by him: "Keep moving forward! No one is allowed to stop!"

The splashing venom sizzled on Alpha's armor, but it couldn't extinguish the flames dancing in his eyes.

The team was like an iron stream swimming upstream, tearing a bloody path through the rain of arrows.

Alpha's palms, which were tightly gripping the reins, were bleeding, and his heart was filled with turmoil.

Why did the wolf riders, who were usually as nimble as foxes, not notice anything? Why did the elf sentinels, who had natural resonance, become deaf collectively?

When the first feather arrow with an eerie fluorescent light pierced through the twilight, the answer became clear - the enemy had already infiltrated every inch of this land.

"It's the Druid's Arrow of Plants!" Evelyn's emerald eyes suddenly shrank, and the tips of the elf's ears trembled violently.

Evelyn suddenly pulled off the laurel silver chain around her neck, and the silver bells made a clear sound, "Yun Duo, quickly remove the wood spirit magic!"

As soon as those seemingly fragile green arrows touched the ground, they began to grow wildly like greedy poisonous snakes.

The wheels of the carriage were instantly strangled in the tangled vines, the magic wolves whimpered in fear, and sharp thorns emerged from the gaps in the wolf knights' chain mail.

"Leave it to me!" The elf cloud leaped into the air, and the star sand hair accessories in her hair burst into brilliant light.

She opened her arms like a dove welcoming the morning light, and her singing turned into a flowing river of emerald light pouring down.

Two completely different magical powers collided violently in mid-air, and the energy ripples they created plowed deep trenches on the ground.

The vines and arrows were turned into powder in the violent tremors, the air was filled with the smell of burnt grass and trees, and the crisis was reversed at the last moment.

Alpha reined in his steed and watched the falling ashes swirling in the wind.

The enemy was clearly well-versed in elven magic, and this seemingly accidental ambush was actually a carefully woven death trap.

Alpha tightly grasped the spear engraved with mineral patterns at his waist. A hint of heat could be seen in the coldness of the metal - this war was far more dangerous than he had imagined.

Evelyn's emerald earrings shook violently in the bloody light. She clutched the bloodstained laurel silver chain, her fingertips almost digging into her palm: "Lord Alpha, this is not like the style of a druid! They have always respected life, how could they..."

Before she could finish her words, a poisoned black feather arrow tore through the air and went straight for her throat.

At the critical moment, Alpha's spear broke through the air like a silver dragon, and the tip of the spear accurately hit the middle of the arrow shaft.

With the sound of metal collision, the poison arrow shattered into powder, and sparks splashed on Evelyn's pale cheek.

Before Evelyn could react, her waist suddenly tightened, and she was pulled into an embrace that smelled of metal and gunpowder.

"Tell me their weaknesses!" Alpha's breath swept over the top of her head, and the warhorse moved through the rubble, leaving behind the shouts of the pursuers behind.

Evelyn blushed as she gripped the saddle tightly, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the mineral patterns on the other's armor: "Druids can manipulate the elements, using energy to heal or destroy... They can also transform into bears, eagles, black panthers..."

"But druids don't use metal weapons." Alpha suddenly interrupted her, staring at the black-feathered arrow stuck in the wooden board of the chariot.

The tail of the arrow was wrapped with the cowhide rope commonly used by humans, and the arrow shaft was engraved with the flame pattern unique to a certain empire's military emblem - this was clearly a joint ambush by humans and druids!

The ground suddenly shook violently, and Evelyn's scream was drowned out by the roar of the catapult.

The giant stone bullets flew past the roof of the car, plowing a bottomless gully behind it.

"Right slope!" Da Gama's roar mixed with the sound of metal colliding came, "The enemy has set up a triple trebuchet array on the grassland slope!"

Alpha narrowed his eyes, watching the rubble falling like a rainstorm.

The chariot struggled to move through the narrow basin bottom, and every bump caused sparks to fly when the metal wheels scraped against the rocks.

Alpha looked down at the elf huddled in his arms. The veil on her back was torn by the splashing venom. Under the moonlight, her pale skin glowed with a pearly luster.

"Wolf Riders, listen to my orders!" Alpha yanked the reins, and the horse stood up, "Follow me and charge in from the eastern cliff! Baras, lead the chariot troops to make a detour along the river!"

Alpha's voice resounded through the battlefield like a war drum, and the mineral-patterned dagger on his waist shone coldly in the moonlight - it was time to change the protagonist of this carefully planned hunt.

The dusk permeated the wasteland like thick blood plasma, and Alpha's knuckles turned white as he stroked the mineral-patterned spear.

The druid's sneak attack was like a sharp barb piercing Alpha's heart, but he had no time to think about it at the moment - on the battlefield, anyone who stood in his way were enemies who must be crushed.

The wolf riders tore through the waist-high grass like black lightning.

The demon wolves under their crotches stepped on the strange blue flames, and the saliva dripping from their fangs corroded the gravel as they passed by.

Wherever the iron hooves of these magically transformed war beasts passed, spider-web-like cracks appeared on the ground, as if even the earth was afraid of their power.

When the first wolf howl pierced the sky, the enemy camp suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

The four wild boar warriors were like moving obsidian fortresses, and the bronze thorn rings around their necks made deafening noises as they ran.

Their bare chests are covered with bloody totems, and every scar tells of their past glory.

Faced with the rain of arrows, the leading warrior suddenly opened his bloody mouth and bit down three feather arrows. The sparks between his teeth illuminated his scarlet pupils.

Their roars carried a terrifying deterrent force that caused the enemy's defense to waver slightly.

Alpha's horse stood up, and its front hooves drew a dazzling arc in the air.

When he saw the oak tree engraved with druid runes in the enemy camp, the Bloodthirsty Spear suddenly made a buzzing sound.

Alpha yanked the reins violently, and the old scars under his leather jacket glowed a strange red in the moonlight: "Kill!"

Before he finished speaking, Alpha rushed into the enemy camp like an arrow, and the roars of the wolf knights behind him completely ignited the battlefield.

The runes on the hilt of the Bloodthirsty Spear flickered in the darkness. Wherever it went, shields shattered like pieces of paper, and the sound of flesh and metal colliding could be heard one after another.

Alpha's eyes were fixed on the druid hiding behind the tree, who was waving his staff to summon vines.

He sneered and suddenly accelerated the spear, sending sparks flying across the ground. The earth shook violently as if enraged - this was the unique explosive secret technique of the Blood-Crying Spear.

Now, Alpha wants to make these druids who betrayed nature taste the backlash of the earth.