"Madcaps, support the dwarf!"
Boss, who sent half of his ten-thousand-strong army to back up Dona Gracia's butler, didn't even blink while making this decision. He wasn't interested in the numerical superiority of the enemy he moved to face; he plunged into the front lines shouting battle cries.
With every swing of his axe, which is a symbol of orc warriorhood, the number of mercenaries he killed was more than the fingers of one hand. He had concentrated his energy, darker than the night, only onto his weapon, and this could be seen as a disadvantage for someone not looking carefully, but Boss's actions were saying otherwise.
He was opening a corridor towards where Izumrud was; if his momentum wasn't cut, he could take the Emerald Leaf Guild Leader's head seconds later. When the general responsible for the left flank showed up with his flames, his advance was going to come to an end; along with his thousand men next to him, he was building a barricade in front of Boss.
"You shouldn't have come out of the hole you entered, orc, these lands are not the place for despicable beings like you!"
Even though the Mercenaries were scared to death of orcs, they were doing whatever they could to not show it. Tiger, since he already possessed an arrogant nature, was now spewing all the filth inside him in front of his leader.
"What brave words these are for someone's little dog? Step forward so we can see how much of a man you are!"
When the Hyenas and Tiger's mercenaries clashed, a circle naturally formed. It was such a structure that the other mercenaries and the Sand Army warriors were passing by them like water flowing from a slippery surface.
While the left flank was occupied by Dona Gracia's butler and Boss, no one was left in front of Lion coming from the right side. Batu headed towards that side; he was going to fight together with his unit named the Golden Army, but nine warriors hiding their bodies with black leather armors suddenly appeared in front of them.
"Your time to fight hasn't come yet!"
Number five, whispering into the ear of the man in golden armors, took out her chakrams and showed that the bright yellow color wasn't just for show, but also the best for taking lives. Lion didn't pay attention to these people who suddenly appeared; along with the nearly ten thousand mercenaries behind him, they could trample them, but it was seen that this wasn't the case as some time passed.
The nine warriors of the Elite Ten, taking the five-thousand-strong force of the Golden Army behind them, were doing to him what Tiger did to his counterpart. There was only one difference; if the Emerald Leaf Merchant Guild general built a wall, the Elite Ten-supported Golden Army was like a grater, only torn bodies remained from those coming their way.
"Sir, we don't know who they are, but if it goes on like this, the result won't be as we want!"
One of Lion's subordinates came next to him and put into words what everyone could see. The general with mane-like hair gripped his axe once more; he had to come to the front lines and fight. And so it happened; Lion, swinging his weapon using Earth Energy, was the owner of the sharp rocks passing over the mercenaries.
The Elite Ten members, having seen what kind of attacks he could make before, were expecting this; using their unique weapons, they managed to protect both themselves and the people fighting next to them. He couldn't use the attack where he destroyed the energy weapons right now; if he tried that, he would have sent his own men to death along with the enemy.
"Lion, it's still not considered too late for you. Take your men and leave the battlefield. If you don't think about yourself, think about your descendants!"
Batu had remained in the background, but his words were heard from the front lines. Following what he heard, General Lion began to attack stronger, as if the enemy's words were whipping him. Despite this, the Elite Ten warriors didn't look strained; in fact, just like their leader keeping himself in the background, they were avoiding using skills that would openly reveal their identities.
The struggle was deadlocked on the right flank; on the left part of the middle front, Boss and Tiger were also continuing to test each other, but the real brutality was taking place on the left flank where the dwarf butler was. The man spreading terror on his own had reached a different level together with the people coming after him, whose mental health didn't seem to be in place.
The fighting styles of the people Boss nicknamed Madcaps, each of whom was under the influence of his power, were extraordinary. They were slapping the mercenaries' armors with their bare hands, biting, tearing their skins using the claws in their hands, and they were as relaxed as if they had been like this since the moment they were born.
The mercenaries were people of logic; even though they chose this path because they didn't have the means to become merchants, what they lacked wasn't brains, but money. It would be weird if they weren't surprised when they saw people fighting in an unimaginable way opposite them, and these reactions of theirs would cause many of them to fall.
"Don't break formation, can't you handle just a handful of madmen?"
Tiger's Son began to shout; he was speaking comfortably because he was in the rear ranks, but the two daggers appearing right in front of his eyes told him he was very close to the danger. The dwarf butler had found his main target and hadn't waited even a second to take action.
This man, who never left Dona Gracia's side, was now turning into a killing machine and attacking a general's son. Tiger's Son swung his axe; the flames tearing off its surface swallowed the dwarf in the blink of an eye.
"Shame on you, did dozens of you die at the hands of a freak of nature like this?"
The arrogant young man, after killing his enemy in a single move, first yelled at his soldiers, then moved to slaughter the Madcaps, but a dagger cutting the soft tissue of his face stopped him from this action.
"Am I the one who is a freak of nature?"
The dwarf, the corners of his lips touching his ears, after running his tongue from one end to the other, licked the blood on his dagger. Everyone had seen that he was engulfed in flames; almost all of his clothes and hair were burned too, but more than this was needed to kill Dona Gracia's butler.
"What would you understand of true beauty? The perfection hiding beyond the unseen, caressing only the souls of those who deserve it, cannot be noticed by barbarians like you!"
The dwarf completed his speech before throwing the daggers in his hand and disappearing from sight, mingling into the left flank army. Tiger's Son brought his hand to the wound on his face; while the blood flowing from the cut wet his khaki-green armor, the young man was having a fit of rage.
"Kill, kill them all!"
Wind of Death was watching everything going on from inside her mechanical vehicle intended for transport; her stepping onto the battlefield could change the balances all of a sudden, but she wasn't going to do this. She had promised the Middle Region to the three leaders of the Heart of the Sand and had provided all the necessary support. As if this wasn't enough, she was also the one who convinced Batu and his five thousand warriors; now it was their turn to do their part.
"Have you completed the preparations?"
Clemens Holzmeister turned to his son and spoke in a tone of voice only those a few steps away could hear. The young man possessing golden blond hair like his father nodded downwards; the Chief Engineer had received the answer he wanted.
"Give the retreat signal!"
A sharp horn sound began to ring in the skies of the wide Field of Mohács, and simultaneously with this, the Sand Army and the Golden Army forces began to retreat. They weren't turning their backs and running away like before, but they had already moved ten steps away.
When the Emerald Leaf Merchant Guild Army seized superiority, it began to advance; they wanted to approach the enemy's camp. The Generals were on the front lines, attacking by encouraging the mercenaries, but a mechanical voice told them to stop.
"Do not advance, stay where you are! We will not fall into their trap!"
Izumrud, who lost more than a third of his army after the first attack, took control. He was the leader of one of the Four Great Merchant Guilds, and he was smart enough not to fall for the same trick twice. Indeed, their enemies had made a fake retreat maneuver this time too; hearing his order, they stopped running back and took a fighting position where they were, but there were no energy weapons in sight.
"Now, detonate them all!"