Chapter 122: Chapter 43: Surprise Assault and Seizure of the City! The Might of a Decisive Victory! Night fell.
Anya’s supernatural ability left her feeling refreshed and at ease.
Inside the tent.
Duncan carried a bow and sword, while the Crow Queen, Triss, gently adjusted his armor. As her pale fingers touched the red mark on Duncan’s neck, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes at him, speaking with a soft tone of admonition, "A great battle is imminent; how can you indulge so recklessly?"
This must be due to Anya’s charm; when we return, she’ll get a proper talking-to.
Nearby, Anya was half-kneeling, fastening Duncan’s waist armor. Upon hearing this, she trembled slightly, genuinely afraid of the Crow Queen, Triss.
Duncan grasped Triss’s pale hand, smiling apologetically, "I was infatuated with beauty; it’s not her fault."
"It’s no problem."
"Just a little warm-up for the bones."
On hearing this, Anya’s eyes, like blossoming peach flowers, instantly sparkled with anticipation, eager to serve further.
The Crow Queen, Triss glared at her, finished equipping Duncan with Ranger Chain Armor, and spoke with weighty tone, "After all, we are deep within enemy lines, and should things go awry, we must retreat immediately."
She was still somewhat worried.
The Crow Queen, Triss was not yet aware of Duncan’s solo exploits in Devon, though rumors had been heard, only a few knew the details.
Duncan patted her hand reassuringly, "No worries, I’m well-prepared."
Southampton is not a high-walled fortress; with my vantage point, no one can stop me from leaving.
I’ve already fought at the Heroic Spirit Hall!
What’s this in comparison?
Too bad Anya wasn’t there in the audience at the Heroic Spirit Hall.
Severus had already transformed into an animal form and infiltrated; Duncan planned to charge in alone, seize the city gate, and let allies enter, first using a small elite force to secure the gate, then allowing the main forces to penetrate.
Everything must be quick!
Tonight, under the Crow Queen, Triss’s magic, a faint mist enveloped the vicinity of Southampton.
She could change the weather.
Last time encountering Saxon pirates on the open sea, it was the Crow Queen, Triss who shifted the wind direction; her magic was not so great at direct confrontation but proved invaluable in other aspects. Felt somewhat akin to the old Three Kingdoms game, where a Yellow Turban general uses a demon technique.
God’s eye view.
Duncan’s figure stealthily infiltrated Southampton. On a nearby rooftop chimney, a crow marked as ’Druid-Severus.’
"There are many enemies."
Duncan glanced at the marked units on the projection page; near Southampton’s city gate, there were three hundred-man squads, one stationed directly at the gate sides, the other two alternating patrol replacements, well-defended, likely because they suffered in Devon, they strengthened defenses here.
"Detected Wind of Magic!"
On the projection page in Dimension Space, a series of characters emerged then quickly vanished.
This was the Dimension Space capturing Crow Queen, Triss, casting a spell.
Duncan didn’t have this alert before he activated the Mana Bar; after he attained a Mana Bar and mastered the ’Rune Language,’ this kind of spell identification alert appeared.
Even, on the projection page, an unseen Wind of Magic surged.
Previously, the projection screen just appeared slightly blurry, whereas now, the Wind of Magic was visibly clear, allowing identification of the approximate location of the spellcasting unit.
This was very useful; Duncan could pinpoint hidden spellcasters.
"This strengthens my ability, enhancing God’s eye view’s effectiveness."
——Sleep Spell (Ritual Magic).
At the Crow Queen, Triss’s feet was a strange ritual array; she held an ancient emblem, her voice melodious as a Sea Demon, but only a rare few could hear, soon they became drowsy, eventually falling unconscious right where they stood.
In Ancient Greek mythology, it is said that Sea Demons could control others with sound.
"Time for me to act!"
Duncan’s eyes narrowed slightly, a wave of killing intent emerged. He signaled Severus and mouthed, "Set fire."
Severus was an injured unit.
The Hermitage Holy Hall chopped off two of his fingers; his frontline combat effectiveness diminished considerably; as per the plan, if the enemy foresaw, Severus would seize the chance to start a fire, creating chaos and allowing Duncan to usher in the army.
Clang.
Blade unsheathed.
Duncan’s silhouette, like a ghost, silently infiltrated, then slit the throat of a sleeping enemy.
Whiz!
He nocked an arrow, shot dead the guard at the watchtower.
Immediately afterward, Duncan’s figure, like a ravenous tiger pouncing a lamb, the Oathkeeper in his hand cutting paths of gleaming light, effortlessly killed a dozen people; with Crow Queen, Triss’s pre-prepared magic assisting, he handled these ordinary soldiers as easily as slaughtering chickens.
"Open the gate!"
Just a few minutes, blood tinged the air at the gate.