Chapter Fifteen: The Beginning of the War Situation

  Nadal is a warrior of the Ironfist Legion, born in Lobito near Santa Fe and spent seven happy years there before moving to Santa Fe with his father at the age of seven. As the son of a blacksmith, he has incredible arm strength from years of hammering hot metal, said by others to have the power to strangle monsters, and was called Iron Arm Nadal by his friends after joining the Ironfist Legion at fifteen.

  Apart from the garrison troops defending the city of Santa Fe, only the Iron Hammer Legion would venture out and fight against monsters. This was also why Nadal joined the Iron Hammer, as he wanted to avenge his mother who had been killed by monsters when he was nine years old. After joining the Iron Hammer for five years, Nadal, in his early twenties, had already fought countless battles, with numerous monsters dying under his iron hammer.

  Nadal, now a centurion, is on his way to the village of Kabinda, according to the legion commander. This time, they are going to annihilate a powerful demon that has already defeated over 300 Saldian warriors and lift the crisis in Kabinda Village.

  Nadal was not worried about this task, he had great confidence in his subordinates and the legion's command. In the five years since joining Iron Hammer, he had never seen the Iron Hammer Legion fail, on the contrary, many powerful demons were killed at the hands of the legion.

  Nadal looked at the strong Sault warriors beside him, thinking that after this mission was over, he would go to that village to settle down. Although he was not very willing to leave, his lover hoped that he would leave this military unit that had been away from the village for a long time and settle in a small village. After some thought, Nadal finally decided to return to his hometown, Lobito, where life was better. After all, there were still his childhood playmates there.

  "Nadal, I heard you're getting married?" A warrior beside Nadal patted his shoulder, trying to alleviate the boredom of their journey by striking up a conversation with him.

  "Yes, Lelouch." Nadal recalled his lover's sweet smile and happily said: "After this mission is over, I'm going to go back to my hometown and get married with her. I heard from Lobito's fellow countryman that Lobito is doing very well now."

  "Hehe." Lelouch chuckled and said, "If there's one thing that the Lobito are most famous for, it's the cave assassins nearby. The spider silk from their caves is a highly sought-after item. If you're going to settle down there, if you have time, get me some of that spider silk. I'll give it to Euphemia. She's been nagging me nonstop about wanting clothes made from spider silk."

  "Alright, I'll be careful... BE CAREFUL!! AMBUSH!" Just as Nadal was about to respond to Lerus, he looked at the not-so-distant hill where a group of goblins wearing leather armor were peeking out, holding crossbows. As he brought down the shield behind him to block the front, he loudly shouted.

  In Nadal's roar, a rain of arrows fell into the army of Sart warriors. The crossbow bolts collided with the shields and made a loud noise, occasionally there were also soldiers who were shot in the legs or feet, and their cries of pain mixed in.

  Although these Sault warriors were seasoned veterans, the sudden attack by the goblins was too unexpected. Without forming a shield wall, they could not fully protect their bodies.

  "What are the scouts doing!" A large, mustachioed Sault warrior in black armor, holding up a shield to deflect incoming crossbow bolts, looked at the ground littered with crossbow bolts and shouted loudly: "Why didn't we discover the goblin ambush?"

  "Commander Lefora." After the hail of arrows had stopped for a while, a young warrior wearing leather armor said somewhat apologetically: "This is our mistake. Those goblins should be hiding somewhere else. We scouted that hill and there were no goblins there at the time."

  "I don't want to hear your excuses!" Reforla kicked his scout captain to the ground and bellowed, "All I know is that those damned goblins have appeared in the safe areas you told me about! Each unit, report your casualties to me, scouts go after those damned goblins!"

  "Yes, Captain." The scout captain hastily scrambled to his feet. The captain saluted Lei Fu La (with a right fist placed in front of his chest) and led his men away from the troops to pursue the fleeing goblins.

  "The first squad has no casualties."

  "Two members of the second squad were injured in the foot."

  "The third squad has no casualties."

  ……

  "No casualties in the logistics troops."

  "These damned earth spirits, when did they become so clever?" Refor muttered to himself, stroking his beard as he gazed at the map in his hand, looking at the not-too-distant village of Kabinda. "It seems we've already entered the combat zone... that clever beast."

  At this time, the commander of the vanguard who had led more than 70 men in pursuit into the forest felt that something was amiss.

  "These goblins are luring us into an ambush." The scout leader stopped to examine the goblin tracks and other footprints of monsters around, saying: "We can't chase after them, let's go back."

  The reconnaissance team leader, who had achieved nothing, returned to the team and recounted his actions to Lefora. The reconnaissance team leader, who had originally prepared himself for a beating, was somewhat unexpectedly only scolded a few times.

  The legion's march was strengthened with vigilance, and the scouts searched more carefully through the areas they were to pass. However, not a single monster appeared in the legion's sight until they arrived at Carbinda. Even in places where monsters should have gathered, there wasn't a single one, as if all the monsters around Carbinda had vanished instantly.

  "Kabinda refuses to let us stay." The panting scout captain reported back to Rafael.

  "Then let's set up camp by the river." Refu said carelessly, "Be on guard tonight, don't get ambushed by those demons. We're not dealing with ordinary guys now."

  "Don't worry." The scout captain said confidently, "I'll personally guard tonight and won't let any monsters appear near the camp. But Captain, what's going on with those people from Carbinde? We came to help them clear out the monsters, but not only did they not ask for our help, they also don't want us to stay. Have they been scared witless?"

  "Things aren't as simple as you think, Glock." Reforla gazed at the Salter warriors setting up their tents by the river, saying somewhat helplessly: "Things aren't that simple."

  ……

  That night, in the middle of the night, for some reason the wind was very strong. The rustling sound of leaves made people feel a chill run down their spines. And not far away, from the forest, one by one, furry bodies slowly emerged from the forest, creeping towards the Iron Hammer campsite where only a few piles of burning charcoal remained.

  These magical creatures are the favorites of Night Moon, with bodies similar to those of wolves, making their movements exceptionally agile and silent. Their bright red pupils can easily pierce through the darkness, allowing them to see things at night as if it were daytime. They are born assassins and killers, confident in completing the tasks assigned to them under the cover of darkness. They are Erlan's werewolves.

  "See that?" Grog, perched in a tree, said with some disdain to the scout beside him who had already readied his crossbow: "These wolfmen think no one can find them."

  "Shall we make a move?" The scout asked, eyeing a crawling werewolf: "I've already informed the others and they're all ready. If we act now, we should be able to take them all down."

  "Wait a minute." Glock slowly drew out the dagger from his waist and said: "Let them get a little closer."

  Just then, from the other side of the camp came the angry roar of Sault warriors, and the whole camp was awakened. One by one, fully equipped Sault warriors emerged from their tents and rushed towards the commotion.

  "Is it by the water?" Groke looked at the place where the flames had risen, and then looked at this side, where there were only a few wolfmen, and suddenly realized, shouting: "Damn! This is the bait." Groke shouted as he jumped down from the hiding tree, kicking to the ground a wolfman who was trying to climb up the tree, and with his dagger, cut the wolfman's throat, the speed was so swift that the wolfman had no time to react.

  In an instant, this not-so-large area, from all sorts of places, emerged one by one stealthy and perfect Salt warriors, some chasing after the fleeing werewolves, while more went to support the direction that was being attacked.

  After these warriors left, a group of werewolves covered in leaves stood up from the ground, crouching and heading towards the food storage not far from the camp. The werewolves that were just killed, as Groke said, were only bait, and the water elves that attacked from the water were also just bait to attract them. The main direction of attack had never changed.

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