While the Death Pass experienced quiet times at night, there was a march taking place over the Middle Region of the continent. Izumrud, whose camp had been raided, abandoning the idea of being cautious, was advancing towards the place they agreed to meet the enemy, taking his army behind him.
"Sir, we will be at the entrance of the Field of Mohács by the first light of morning."
"Our units have been organized to attack at any moment!"
His generals Lion and Tiger were like two mountains standing side by side; with their long hair reaching down to their shoulders, their eyebrows thicker than two fingers, their large torsos supporting their square heads which were bigger than the others, they were two figures befitting their leader.
The Emerald Leaf Guild Leader couldn't hide the light in his eyes concealed behind his mask; the sun had long since risen within his body. He stood up, his two generals cleared the way for him, and he looked outside from the window of the mechanical vehicle advancing at top speed.
"When we arrive there, we will rest for a short while. When the sun sets once again, I want to see the carcass of that traitorous dog laid out at my feet!"
The word 'Yes, sir' echoed across the flat plains, passing over the entire army. The soldiers could understand how eager, how ready, and how hungry for battle their general was.
Advancing through the night wasn't a problem for them; as the first rays of the new day hit their backs, they hadn't lost their speed for a moment. When they arrived at the border of the designated battlefield, they stopped, but this was very hard; the ambitious mercenaries were acting contrary to their general nature.
"We will wait here until it gets bright; be prepared against surprise attacks!"
After Lion gave his order, he entered the mechanical vehicle where he would make the final preparations for the battle along with Tiger. The minutes were resisting flowing like a heavy liquid; it was as if there was no one opposite them, but the experienced ones were aware that the enemy was very close.
When the first nine hours of the day ended, the Sand Army slowly began to appear. With their presence of twelve thousand people, they stood before the fully equipped thirty-thousand-strong forces of the Emerald Leaf Guild. Wind of Death and the Elite Ten took their places in the rear ranks, concealing themselves with ordinary rags. In the front was Boss, the leader of the Heart of the Sand's military force; next to him were Clemens Holzmeister and his son, and on their right, Dona Gracia was showing himself.
They were all important figures for the Middle Region, but the man standing one step ahead of everyone was the person the Emerald Leaf Merchant Guild Leader wanted. Izumrud, taking the two generals of his thirty-thousand-strong army to his right and left, took priority to command the battle personally.
"Not a single person will be left alive. The bastards we allowed to exist for years didn't just form an army and stand before us, but they also cooperated with our arch-enemy. We won't stop after this; a place called Sand City will no longer exist in this world!"
Izumrud knew very well everyone standing in front of the enemy army, and his anger had multiplied once again. Even if he listened to the suggestions of his son, Lion, seeing there was no turning back now, was ready for battle. His units were located on the right flank and the right of the center. Tiger and his son, who had been warmongering from the very beginning, were tasked with controlling the left side.
When entering the tenth hour, neither side could wait any longer; a thousand-strong force breaking away from the ranks of the Sand Army went on the attack, in response, two thousand people drew their weapons and were advancing step by step. Because the enemy determined the battlefield, the speed of the Emerald Leaf Merchant Guild forces was low, but the enemy was coming without minding them.
While the thousand people covered in long gray cloaks attacked with machetes, the mercenaries meeting the first blow with their shields responded with their weapons carrying elemental energy. Even though the sizes of the armies were large, the first clash was on a smaller scale, and the result was welcomed with joy on the Emerald Leaf Guild front.
The weapons of the enemy forces were ordinary, their attack patterns were irregular, and they looked more like people who lost their sanity than warriors. Of course, this wasn't without some consequences; for instance, the mercenary thinking the enemy whose arm was torn off was finished could die thanks to the machete entering his throat.
It was as if they didn't feel pain; they attacked to kill the enemy as much as their bodies allowed, and before the first thousand were finished, another thousand were coming from behind. These weren't as quiet as the previous ones either; they were running while shouting, screaming, and roaring.
The enemy army responded with twice as many mercenaries again; the front was slowly expanding, but an attack from the flanks hadn't occurred yet. The soldiers from the center section, held by the twenty-thousand-strong force, were stepping forward and fighting.
No matter how terrifying the sight of the enemy attacking like wild creatures was, the damage they dealt fell far behind the visual fear they created. The mercenaries, overcoming the initial shock, began to cut them down without letting their guard down.
"Send two thousand more people!"
Batu gave his order while watching the Sand Army warriors dying right before his eyes. Boss, who didn't say a word while sending the previous two thousand people to their deaths, couldn't hold himself back this time.
"When these die too, I will have lost a third of my army."
"I know what I am doing, don't hesitate and do what I say!"
Boss turned around in anger; his gazes weaving through thousands of people didn't stop until they found a person, and when they finally reached his target, the answer he received was of a kind he didn't want. Wind of Death, slowly bowing her head, asked him to do what Batu said.
"So be it, but if my army is destroyed for nothing, no one will be able to save you from my hands!"
Boss, after sweeping the black energy radiating from his body over the warriors he gathered from outside the borders of the Sand City, sent them to the front, meaning to their deaths. The warriors falling under the influence were attacking without feeling any fear, but those remaining began to step backwards as they saw their fate.
At that moment, Wind of Death and the Elite Ten stepped in. For the warriors feeling the auras they released on their backs, escaping was no longer an option. There were enemies in front of them, a wildly flowing river on their left, and deadly orcs behind them.
Eight thousand people had broken away from their ranks for the four-thousand-strong Sand Army unit, and they were quite eager to kill the newly arriving enemy warriors. They too were seeing how rapidly the enemy was decreasing in numbers; if it went on like this, the battle would end with their victory in a short time.
While Boss sweated, Izumrud and the two generals next to him looked delighted. While the auxiliary generals on the flanks waited on alert, Batu in his golden armors spoke once again.
"Tell them to fall back, immediately!"
Boss let out a roar heard across the entire battlefield, and the warriors, who continued to die at every moment, began to run away without even looking back. While the mercenaries, who couldn't understand what happened for a few seconds, paused, the general named Tiger was the first to react.
"Units advance, do not leave even a single one alive!"
Four thousand of the ten thousand people under his command were already fighting, and he didn't hesitate to drive the rest forward too. Izumrud, seeing the soldiers moving on his left side, turned to his right and looked at Lion; the experienced general had received the message.
"My Lions, attack!"
When the enemy started to rout, what was the point of stopping? After those fighting on the front lines, the forces where Batu stood began to flee back too. The left flank of the Emerald Leaf Guild army didn't stay back either; the mercenaries led by Tiger's son went on the attack, filling the gap in the middle.
A chance for a quick victory arose for the army that marched all through the night. Even though a period of one hour had just passed, it was child's play for them to be the victorious side. The Sand Army was an organization only a few months old; how could they possibly stand against a regular army like them?
"Holzmeister, now!"