Chapter 17: Harvesting the Legion Commander's Medal

  The newly established Thunder Bluff was thus destroyed in the great fire. The fire also took nearly a thousand warriors of the Ironfist clan. Only a few soldiers managed to rush out of the fire and, extremely fortunately, used an axe to chop open a gap in the wall and escape.

  These warriors were wretched, the burning wood had smoked them black. The weapons in their hands had long been lost somewhere, and the armor had been thrown into the fire scene even earlier. The Iron Fist Legion, in an unknown corner, ushered in the most painful defeat since its establishment.

  "Despicable monster! Uggghhh..." Groke knelt on the ground, pounding his fists against the scorching earth, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably. As one of the vanguard scouts who followed Groke's charge to the front lines, not a single member of the scouting party escaped the inferno except for him; young and inexperienced in the ways of life and death, Groke wept bitterly.

  "Get up, Glok!" Refor shouted as he ripped off his own charred clothing and glared at the sobbing Glok. "The gods of war despise a weeping warrior!"

  "But, Captain, I won't accept it!" Groke said sorrowfully, wiping away tears from his face. "That demon didn't even show up and we've already lost. It's unbearable, Flo, Kiel... their deaths were completely in vain..."

  "This is war." Refor said with some resignation, "I'm not willing to admit it either, but I have to say it. We've lost, no matter what methods the other side used, a loss is a loss. The enemy won't give you a fair fight just because you're not willing to accept it."

  "It's on, then." Suddenly appearing not far away, Mo Yan looked at the disheartened Sart warriors and smiled, saying: "If you're willing to put in the stakes, I might just give you a fair chance to fight."

  In the forest, countless demons emerged and stood behind Mo Yan. They were armed with fine weapons and surrounded a dozen or so Sart warriors who had escaped from the fire scene, excitedly howling in a circle. The demons in the Thunder Cliff were just bait thrown out by Mo Yan. It wasn't until now that the Sart warriors realized why most of the demons' weapons within the walls were so poor.

  "What a great strategy, you're that Minotaur who can speak human language, right?" Reforra looked at the knives and swords in the hands of those goblins, as well as the sharp battle-axe in the hand of the Minotaur behind Mo Yan, and said: "So, if I accept your bet, will you fight me personally?"

  "Each of you has one chance." Mo Yan smiled and said: "Or you can all come up together, I don't mind at all."

  "I can tear you to pieces by myself!" Glock shouted in anger: "If it weren't for your despicable methods, your head would have been a specimen by now."

  "Calm down, Glock." Reforle pushed Glock back with one hand and turned to face Moyan, saying: "What's your bet?"

  "It's up to you now." Mo Yan replied, "To avenge those thousand soldiers, my life is not a bad choice. Or if I'm greedy, I choose both my life and safe departure."

  "What else do you want?" Lei Fu's charred beard and tattered clothes made him look like a tragic hero, enduring the anger in his heart to negotiate with Mo Yan, ensuring the safety of the remaining Iron Hammer warriors behind him. Such drama was everywhere. The final outcome was often that the hero killed the evil enemy at the last moment, led his men to break through a bloody path and safely escaped.

  "I want you." Mo Yan's evil smile made him very suitable for the role of an evil villain.

  "Do... you like men?" Lei Fu's eyes were fixed on Mo Yan's smile, and a chill ran down his spine as he felt a wave of disgust wash over him.

  "You're just a man, you dead gay!" Mo Yan was taken aback by Leif's words and didn't know why he would say that. He then shouted angrily: "I just want a legion commander who is familiar with the organization and training of the legion! Good grief, what's going on in your head? You actually thought of it from that direction!"

  "Alright." Raffler said with a sigh of relief: "I accept your bet, but I have one condition - even if I lose, you must let the others go free."

  "No problem." Mo Yan said lightly: "I am not a bloodthirsty monster, if you didn't come to my place and try to kill me. I think this tragedy could have been completely avoided."

  "A soldier must obey orders." Refor said with a sigh, "Give me a sword, I'm used to using a sword."

  "Yes, sometimes soldiers are really helpless." Mo Yan took a long sword from the hand of a corner demon and threw it to Leifura, saying: "Are you sure, you don't let everyone go up together?"

  "I'm still confident in my skills." Refor caught the long sword and swung it a few times to test its weight, saying: "The craftsmanship of the Sart people is indeed good, and Kabinda has provided you with a good weapon."

  "We are trade partners." Mo Yan didn't deny it, shrugged and stepped two steps away from Lefula, saying: "Buying some weapons from them is also very reasonable."

  "God of war witnesses our oath." Reforra said with a long sword, drawing a blood mark on his chest and taking up a fighting stance.

  "That's right." Mo Yan also took out a dagger and made a forceful slash on his chest. Then, looking at the chest that didn't have any wounds, as well as the somewhat deformed dagger, he said with some helplessness: "Alright, this wasn't intentional."

  Looking at Mo Yan's Rofla, he didn't feel any additional burden in his heart. He, who had been clearing monsters all over the place for a long time, wasn't someone who hadn't seen ordinary weapons unable to harm monsters before. Although those were just rock giants or lava monsters and the like. This kind of monster, in Rofla's eyes, wasn't invincible.

  "Begin!" Mo Yan shouted as he charged towards Leifeng, throwing a punch at his abdomen.

  "Ah, so fast!" Lei Fu La muttered to himself, barely twisting his body to dodge Mo Yan's fist, quickly retreating to the side and creating distance between them.

  "Not bad reaction!" Mo Yan looked at Lei Fula, who had dodged the attack, and jumped up to swing his left fist towards him, laughing and saying: "You're indeed a seasoned captain!"

  "Damn it." Leiflor flipped backward, dodging Mo Yan's fist once again. Mo Yan's attack missed its mark, and his fist struck the ground with a loud crash. Rocks shattered in all directions, striking Leiflor's left arm as he dodged.

  "Captain!" Looking at Refara who had fallen to the ground, clutching his arm twisted in an impossible direction, Grukh shouted with concern.

  "Your hand is broken." Mo Yan walked up to Lei Fu La and asked, looking at the painful sweat-drenched face: "Can you still fight?"

  "I'll fight you!" Glok charged forward, picked up the long sword dropped by Lefu, and shouted angrily at Moyan: "I also want to bet with you!"

  "I'm here! I'll fight you!" Nadal and the surviving Sault warriors charged forward, blocking Mo Yan and Lei Fu from advancing.

  "Scram!" Lei Fu struggled to get up, and shouted at the Glok in front of him: "This is my duel with the Holy Spirit! You have no right to intervene, I...I can still fight!"

  "But Captain, your arm is already broken." Groke looked at Refora who had fallen again and said with a choked voice: "In any case, we will not leave you behind."

  "Yes, Captain." Nadal also dissuaded: "Let's go!"

  "I am a warrior!" Reforla shouted loudly, pushing away the Nadal in front of him with force: "The duel will only end when I fall! All of you... get out of my way!"

  "Vivian." Mo Yan shouted loudly as he looked at the dog-blood drama in front of him.

  "Is there something wrong, Master?" Vivian came to Mo Yan's side and asked sweetly.

  "Remind me," Mo Yan said: "When we get back, I must remind myself to find something called corn."

  "Alright, master," Vivian replied with a smile.

  In the end, Mo Yan stepped forward effortlessly and knocked out Lei Fu, declaring the end of the duel. When Mo Yan announced that the remaining Sart warriors could leave, no one chose to do so. Thus, this five-day battle came to a thorough end.

  Nearly a thousand Ironfist warriors were annihilated. Mo Yan paid the price of over three thousand elite soldiers, fifty Horned Demons, a dozen Minotaurs, and thirty plus Wolfmen. Although it couldn't be called a crushing victory, it was still a worthwhile transaction. As for the destroyed Thunderhoof?

  "I was in that place, and that place is Thundercliff!" Mo Yan said he didn't mind the destruction of Thundercliff at all: "Let the earth repair it when the time comes."

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  Why did Nadal, who said he would retire, not die?

  Alright... I just forgot about him, next time I'll find an opportunity to give him a bento.

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