Blood Elf Monarch

The sudden appearance of the flying ship came as a surprise to everyone on the ground. Its massive frame, coupled with the dozens of weapons on it brought some kind of pressure to those who saw it.

Tristan could clearly see many eyes, especially the barbarians, were terrified by it.

It hovered in the air, and immediately after, a dozen figures jumped out of it - all of them wearing the same white-colored uniforms that exuded regality.

My lord Aesir, it's the Kingsblade!" shouted the Jarl, Sigurd. Apprehension was evident in his eyes, causing Tristan to be even more curious about the identity of these people.

When Tristan expected them to hit the ground with a loud boom, those dozen figures surprisingly were able to land from such a high altitude with extreme ease. He did not even hear a sound as they utilized some kind of force that reduced their falling speed, making their landing smoother.

The moment he saw that spectacle - which was unimaginable back on Earth, Tristan immediately knew they all were either formidable fighters or powerful magicians. Either way, they were people who the current him could not afford to offend.

On the other hand, Tristan was still extremely worried as currently, Layla was still within the Aesir's grasp. He was worried that the conflict between the barbarians and this new party would spell the doom of his sister. Hence, he quickly jumped in between them.

"I don't care what you all want. Just let my sister go!!"

One of the people in uniform, a middle aged lady with short hair slowly walked towards Tristan.

  "An elf, with a white hair.. You must be Tristan. Don't worry, let us handle this." said the serious-looking lady.

The shocked Tristan became even more surprised by the words of this lady. These people somehow knew him, while he had no idea who they were.

He began pondering who these people were, but he was sure that he had no interactions with any of these people since he and his sister transmigrated to this world.

The only clue that he had was what the Jarl shouted before. Kingsblade.

Referring from the name, and basing it on the knowledge he had, Tristan assumed that they must be some kind of king's guard or something.

Still, the lady's words didn't stop Tristan from grasping his claymore firmly. Even so, he still hoped that he would not need to use it.

The middle-aged lady kept her smile when she saw Tristan's actions. She then walked towards Vidar in a calm manner, and what she did next made Tristan aghast.

She stopped in front of the Aesir and knelt with one knee.

"My lord Aesir, I came here, bringing with me a message from the king. He wishes you to withdraw from the battle, and he agrees for a conclave with the Aesir next month"

The Aesir did not quickly reply which worried Tristan even more, Before he could say anything, someone beat him to it. It was the Jarl, who shouted loudly.

"My lord Aesir, don't listen to them! We are this close to finally invading the Chaotic Plains. Please, do not let go of this chance. The other Jarl, they could be here at any moment now. Let's kill these Kingsblade now and conquer the plains!"

The area was completely silent, with several faint sounds of breathing as everyone waited for the Aesir's response.

Then, much to everyone's surprise, the Aesir let Layla go from his grasp. 

A period of bewilderment happened in the area, and then, he suddenly floated to the air and flew away, leaving everyone on the battlefield dumbfounded.

The Jarl, on the other hand, was screaming in shock - calling the Aesir to return. The man had fallen into madness.

Seeing how his sister's body was falling to the ground, Tristan dashed forward and grabbed her in his arms. Immediately after, he did a series of examinations and discovered that she was in a half unconscious state.

Meanwhile, the lady in white uniform stood up and spoke to the hysterical Jarl.

"The Majesty, King Callan wishes for no more bloodshed. If all of you leave quietly now, we will let all of you go."

Upon hearing it, the expression of the enraged Jarl became even more distorted. He truly had no face to return after being defeated twice. At this moment, a sinister thought brewed in his mind.

What if they attacked these people here? There were thousands of them and only a dozen of the other party. It should be doable, right?

His only concern was the thing that was currently hovering above them. The sight of those outlanders' weapons scared him to the bone. Even so, he could not back down. He was desperate enough to throw away his logic that said to retreat.

That was the thought of the Jarl.

With a crazed expression on his face, the Jarl gritted his teeth and said, "Even if we fail here, I will make sure all of you die before we return home!!"

Upon hearing the Jarl's answer, the lady in white sighed.

"Is that really your final answer?"

Instead of answering, Jarl Sigurd turned around and shouted to the barbarians.

"Kill them all!!"

The 2000 plus barbarian warriors that surrounded the 50 plus orcs and humans immediately shouted their battle cry and charged towards the latter the moment the order came out of the Jarl's mouth.

Fortunately, Tristan, who immediately moved when he heard the lady's words to the Jarl, had brought his sister to Astrid's care. Hence, he had the time to prepare himself for another battle.

Tristan was about to launch and complete another streak of massacre when the flying ship above him made its move. It maneuvered through the air and began making repetitive loud sounds that attracted the attention of everyone on the ground.

From the familiar sounds he heard and the sight he previously saw, Tristan could tell that the ship was ready to fire its weapons. 

Tratatataatatatata!!!

In the blink of an eye, dozens of barbarian warriors were shot and fell dead to the ground. There were several who were lucky enough to not die in one shot, but they were basically out of the picture as they suffered severe injuries.

It was then continued by a consecutive release of some kind of cannon, which made half a dozen explosions appear across the battlefield. Dozens of barbarians were annihilated into smithereens, while dozens of others were blasted away by the explosion.

The shot was reminding Tristan of the cannon the Earth's military had in their battleship. They were deadly and reaping life effortlessly.

Even though the ship only launched its first sequence - which contained a few short bursts of weapons, it was enough to obliterate hundreds of barbarian warriors.

The assault was such a shock to them, that the Jarl's face turned extremely pale.

"By the grace of Odin... What is this madness?!!"

He had never seen such devastation brought by a single thing. However, even if he wanted this to stop, he couldn't. The battle has turned into chaos, and sending them to retreat now will only make them suffer even more. He shouted to his men, this time with even more ferocity and insanity.

The remaining barbarian warriors whose advance stopped due to the bombardment continued their charge.

Seeing that, Karra shouted in the black language, and all the remaining orcs were yelling with her, ready for the next round of battle.

The dozen people in white uniform also took out their weapons. Tristan could see each of them cast magic spells of their own. Multiple colors of lights, blazing flames, numbing ices, crackling lightning came out of their hands.

The battle had reached its climax.

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Written by Avans, Published exclusively by W.e.b.n.o.v.e.l, 

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