OBS Chapter 968 Game of Chess
Chapter 968 Game of Chess
Chapter 968 Game of Chess
On the battlefield, the mocking laughter of the foreign ruler still echoed within the golden tent.
It was like a resounding slap across the face of the self-important Jochi.
He suppressed his anger and said in a chilling tone, "Whether you ask Wusun Shaman or Kokochu Shaman to help, I want this barbarian dog to stop barking immediately."
Jochi knew that the magical power of this Tongtian Shaman, Kokochu, was far greater than that of the current "Byeqi" Wusun Shaman.
But he rarely has to ask someone for a favor.
If the Wusun shaman is a knife that is not very sharp but easy to control, then Kokochu is a deadly blade that may turn on you at any time. What he wants to establish is his own Jochi Urus, not to establish a theocratic state for Kokochu.
The one who ultimately made the move was Kokochu.
The shaman Wusun arrived at the Golden Tent to oversee and protect Jochi's safety.
"That's enough, Losar Khan."
Wearing a bronze mask and a wolf-skin cloak, the Sky Wizard approached Lothar.
Every time Lothar saw this aged Eastern wizard, he had the illusion that he was facing a vast and boundless ocean, and even with his current strength, he couldn't fathom its depths.
"Good day, Mr. Kokochu."
He smiled and said, "It seems that the Merkit man Jochi is getting restless. But if I may be frank, I did not make a move. According to our original agreement, just shouting a couple of times is not a violation of the rules."
The old wizard said coldly, “Don’t play these word games, Lothar Khan. I can turn this castle to rubble without using my hands, which is also ‘without using my hands,’ but I won’t do that because this private agreement is fragile and hard-won.”
"You and I are both among the strongest in the world, and we should also have the dignity of the strong, shouldn't we?"
If the superhumans on both sides were to abandon their restraints and instead turn their attention to the mortals of their respective factions, the outcome would be unacceptable to both sides.
Lothar gave Kokochu a deep look. He could only tell from the telepathic communication that the other party was an old man, but in reality, Kokochu, who was wearing a bronze mask and a wolf-skin cloak, was still unknown in terms of age, appearance, and even gender.
"Since you've put it that way, then I'll give you face."
May God bless you.
The emperor, who arrived on a giant horse, smiled and made a cross gesture, then promptly turned his horse around.
Looking at Lothar's seemingly unguarded back, Koko subconsciously raised his staff, but he immediately felt a strong sense of crisis, as if he would face a life-or-death crisis the moment he made his move.
Kuo Kuo revealed a slight smile beneath his mask: "Interesting."
He turned his gaze to the "vanguard" behind him who had stopped in their tracks, and coldly issued an order: "You continue to attack the city. From now on, the enemy's dragons and spellcasters will no longer be an obstacle for you."
Fully armed Ivan heard the crystal-clear voice transmission and a wry smile appeared on his face.
Morale is something that, once it's gone down, can be lifted up with just a few words?
This old man may possess extraordinary power, but what does he know about warfare?
Ivan's wry smile quickly froze.
Because it turns out that it really can!
The breathing in the ranks became much heavier, the armor on their bodies felt light and flimsy, and the leather shields on their heads felt as thin as paper. Ivan felt his blood boiling.
His eyes, a mixture of reason and bloodlust, became somewhat chaotic: "Brother, it seems we've been caught in a trap."
Fulke let out a suppressed growl: "Ivan, the potion we drank earlier seems to have rioted. Damn it, that old bastard has used some trick to make us fight those Sassanids to the death!"
During their years roaming the Central Asian steppes, Ivan and Fulke had come into contact with many mages.
Because they had truly experienced firsthand just how devastating a powerful spellcaster could be on the battlefield.
Moreover, they also knew that in this world, apart from extraordinary power, the so-called "Demon-Suppressing Golden Crossbow" would have no effect on their nightmare, the demonic dragon with red and black scales.
So they kept searching for extraordinary secrets, trying everything from potions to spellbooks.
Although the results were minimal, there were still some gains.
At the very least, he and Fulke now possess strength and resilience far exceeding that of ordinary people. In Fulke's distant western homeland, this power is known as the "curse of the werewolves," and it is a curse without side effects.
But now, Ivan feels that this so-called "no side effects" should perhaps be put in quotes.
"I can't hold on much longer."
Ivan gritted his teeth, his eyes turning a wild amber color.
Fulke, standing beside him, looked over, startling Ivan. Under Fulke's helmet, he saw a pair of wild, even more frenzied, beastly eyes, and a patchwork of black fur growing wildly like weeds.
"Holy Flame above!"
Ivan cursed under his breath. They didn't know that every conscript about to climb the city wall had a semi-transparent wolf head tattoo on their back, but they all knew that this was the work of the "Sky-Piercing Witch".
Lothar, who had just returned to the city wall, sensed the change in the atmosphere below, but did not even turn his head.
A knowing smile appeared on his lips: "I knew you wouldn't be so honest, but that's good, because I'm not either."
boom--
Ivan's last shred of reason crumbled, and his animalistic instincts began to take over.
His eyes were bloodshot, and he let out a wolf-like howl: "Kill! Kill our way into the city, leave no one alive!"
The soldiers under his command roared in response, their mouths peeking out from under their helmets, revealing gleaming white fangs dripping with clear saliva.
They quickened their pace and started running.
The group became scattered and disorganized.
But the attacks from above seemed increasingly weak and powerless, landing on these people's heads like a pebble thrown into a burst dam.
boom--
The siege ladders with barbs were placed on the city wall, and before they were even securely in place, the vanguard soldiers scrambled onto them like ants.
The defenders of Howezan raised their battle axes and frantically hacked at the barbs of the siege ladders, cutting them off before pushing the ladders away with push rods. These rudimentary siege weapons posed no threat to Howezan, who was already prepared for battle.
Logs, stones, and crossbows.
The defenders of Hovezan were unleashing their fury, roaring and howling. Enemies below were constantly falling into the raging moat, and the siege seemed to have come to a standstill, unable to make any progress.
"They can't break through!"
"Today is the day of our revenge, the day we wipe away our shame!"
The enemy's ferocity did indeed intimidate the inexperienced defending troops. On flat ground, the battle would have been a one-sided massacre, but now they could only stand at the foot of the city walls and be met with a head-on attack.
"Damn it!"
A Sassanid soldier suddenly gaped, for he saw an enemy who had fallen into the moat suddenly climb back up.
He had no weapon in his hand, and his helmet had long since disappeared, revealing his furry wolf head. He used his mouth full of fangs to bite off the iron glove on his hand, and then, using both hands and feet, he grabbed the rammed earth city wall and ran upwards as if walking on flat ground.
It seems like just the beginning.
More and more of the vanguard troops abandoned their original fighting methods and climbed the city wall like a dense layer of ants.
In the distance, watching this scene silently, the corners of Kokochu's mouth curled up slightly.
"I've made my move; it's your turn now."
Beside him, the shaman Wusun suddenly appeared: "If you insist on using wolf spirits, why don't you use those ordinary conscripts?"
Since they fight using their animal instincts anyway, the armor they wear will only hinder their combat effectiveness.
"How could ordinary recruits bear the weight of the wolf spirit?"
Seemingly in a good mood, Kokochu unusually answered Wusun's question: "Wusun, stay by our Shuchi Khan's side. Next, I'll show you what the Tongtian Witch's methods are all about."
He thought it would be a very interesting game.
(End of this chapter)