In the Name of Empress

Chapter 684 386: The Art of Passing the Buck

The night raid of the Yehu army was indeed well-prepared.

Perhaps the combination of the term "army" and Yehu was already somewhat niche.

The largest regular army Yehu could organize before was only a few thousand strong, which was the limit of their intelligence.

Beyond ten thousand, without waiting for the enemy to attack, they would collapse on their own.

Faced with the overwhelming forty thousand troops of Yehu, Rama Town, which bore the brunt (without mistake), indeed struggled to hold out.

Although the governor of Skyrim Province placed great importance on this forward base, he could not have predicted that Yehu could organize such a large-scale attack.

The defenders of Rama Town consisted of only a reinforced regiment and a reinforced battalion, totaling more than two thousand three hundred soldiers.

Although these were the elite of the Kingdom Army, the disadvantage in numbers was evident here, and combined with the complacency and underestimation of the enemy, the defensive lines of Rama Town were quickly breached.

As the night raid seemed destined to turn into a one-sided massacre, and this small human town would become spoils under the savage onslaught of Yehu, the sky suddenly lit up.

It was not the sun that illuminated the sky but a super fireball able to scorch everyone's eyes.

Roland adjusted the onyx sunglasses perched on his nose, listening to the screams coming from below, feeling somewhat sympathetic for the enemy's misery.

Even if they were organized and disciplined, the grassroots soldiers could not comprehend the terror of magic.

On this journey south, Lisa's raw strength was also continuously rising.

Her ability to manipulate and use fire had long surpassed the level she had in Lazio of the Eternal City.

The truths learned on paper required the test of practice, and combat skills needed the trial of actual combat.

The super fireball descended, instantly burning hundreds of Yehu in black armor who were charging en masse and injuring many more around them.

In war, inflicting severe injuries on the enemy sometimes causes more damage than killing on the spot.

After all, the dead lie quietly there, while wounded soldiers let out the most horrific screams of their lives.

Fortunately, this didn't trouble the Yehu, as in their concept, there was no tradition of rescuing wounded soldiers.

Once wounded on the battlefield, it was as good as death; when to execute the death sentence was entirely up to the whims of the heavens.

This was the tradition of the Yehu.

Watching the subsequent Yehu soldiers trample over their injured comrades to continue the charge, Lisa, floating in the air, flushed suddenly.

Literal redness.

In her understanding, people must have things they revere.

Such as lovers, partners, and family, or perhaps law and morality.

If even the lives of wounded comrades are disregarded, what difference is there with the barbaric Yehu?

Uh, they really are Yehu.

Since that's the case, there's no need to grant them the mercy reserved for human compatriots.

Lisa's delicate face instantly turned the color of a Firebird, her crimson wings unfurled, transforming into a Firebird and flying into the midst of Yehu.

This time, she held nothing back, directly entering massacre mode.

The even hotter flames roasted the enemies, making the entire world seem to tremble in fire.

This time, Yehu did not let out any screams, nor did they leave behind any intact corpses.

Lisa was too lazy to use any advanced magic, instead executing the Yehu with Blazing Inferno for maximum destruction.

Standing in shock on the third floor of the town hall, Hamos stared at the fiery hell before him, utterly dumbfounded.

After a brief moment of distraction, he reacted swiftly, immediately ordering the near-defeated soldiers to regroup using the Fire Wall as cover.

On the other side of the Fire Wall, Yehu were walking to their deaths; behind the Fire Wall, human soldiers were gaining a chance to catch their breath.

This is what a Transcendent is, a super being capable of turning the tide of battle alone.

When Lisa exhausted her magic power and returned to the top floor to rest, not a single living Yehu could be found within three kilometers of Rama Town.

Roland embraced Lisa, giving her an encouraging kiss.

Lisa beamed and snuggled back into the bed to rest.

Most mages preferred to use meditation as a means to recover their magic power, but Lisa was different.

She was not a pure mage; many of her abilities came from the Power of Star Path. Quality sleep not only helped in recovering magic power but also quickly restored physical strength.

Besides, sleeping with Roland was the ultimate enjoyment.

Roland did not intervene.

He was, after all, the foremost Scholar of the Star Path in the present world, the last Great Sage of the Elf Race; if he could have someone else act, why should he?

Furthermore, a Scholar and Holy Knight competing with a mage in mass-killing spells carried a touch of humor.

His single-target damage and defensive capability surpassed Lisa's, but in the area of mowing down enemies, a mage's spell was more professional.

Let the right person do the right thing, that's called wisdom.

Roland silently thought, helping Lisa cover herself with a blanket, and walked out of the room.

Outside the room, Hamos and the mayor of Rama Town stood respectfully in the corridor, seeing Roland walk out, Hamos was not surprised.

This is what nobility is, hiding in the back during battles, but standing at the center when receiving military honors.

The merits of the subordinates belong to the nobles; the mistakes of the subordinates belong to the individuals.

Hamos had seen it too many times.

He had seen much, but the mayor had not seen as much. This rigid official in his thirties could not completely hide his disdain for the "cling-to-wife" noble.

In the face of the mayor's disdain, Roland proudly puffed out his chest.

Jealous? With such a formidable wife, am I not allowed to be proud?

Suppressing his disdain, the mayor cleared his throat, quickly reporting to Roland.

Although Roland was an envoy from the Vladimir Empire and not his direct superior, it was currently the honeymoon period for the formation of the Rodinia Alliance. All countries had issued orders requiring officials to show respect to high-ranking officials from other countries.