Lord of Flames

When Prince Bert was the first to arrive, the grassland was filled with the corpses of the Lion warriors.

Although these Lion Tribe warriors were not as elite as the Royal City Guards, they were still powerful Lion Tribe warriors, with a total of two thousand. However, in front of that army, they could not withstand a single blow!

Prince Bert's face was terrifyingly gloomy.

Following his orders, over a thousand Lion soldiers began to gather the corpses.

About an hour later, a subordinate came to report

"Your Highness, the battle loss statistics have been compiled. We've lost more than 1,500 Lion warriors, but we haven't found any enemy corpses!"

Ka!

Prince Bert crushed the arm of the chair below him.

"Are there any traces of magic?" Prince Bert asked.

The subordinate thought about it and said, "Your Highness, there are no traces of magic!"

Prince Bert waved his hand, and his face sank further.

The enemy's high-ranked Magus hadn’t attacked yet!

The high-ranked Magus didn't make a move. In other words, the opponent had defeated the two thousand Lion soldiers led by Ivan on the front battlefield with just the one thousand Centaurs!

More than 1,500 people had been killed, and only about four hundred had escaped!

Even Prince Bert had no choice but to admit that the Centaurs were powerful!

The Lion Tribe had ruled the Orcish Nation for decades, and they had fought with the Centaurs decades ago.

The Lion Race had always had the impression that although the Centaur warriors charge more fiercely than them, they were not a match for the Lion Race warriors!

Could it be that if someone gave these Centaurs a set of armor, they would be able to defy the heavens

Prince Bert did not believe it!

"Your Highness, we've found Leader Ivan twenty miles away!" A subordinate came to report.

Not long after, a few Lion Tribe warriors carried a dying Ivan over.

"Ivan, how did you all lose?" Prince Bert asked.

He wanted to know the answer.

Ivan was lying on a stretcher made of a few logs by the Lion Warrior. He was having difficulty speaking.

Hearing Prince Bert's words, Ivan spoke with difficulty

"Sneak… attack…"

A sneak attack!

Prince Bert narrowed his eyes.

He wasn't stupid.

If Ivan were to say a sneak attack right now, it did not mean that they had ambushed the Centaurs.

Instead, it should be that the Centaurs had ambushed them!

This Centaur army had dared to sneak attack a Lion Race army that had twice as many people!

They were too bold!

But for some reason, Prince Bert was relieved.

Prince Bert had thought that the Centaurs had defeated Ivan's troops on the battlefield.

But now, it seemed that the Centaurs used a sneak attack!

Don't underestimate sneak attack tactics.

One side was prepared, while the other side was unprepared, the difference between the results was very great!

It was like the Fox Clan's sneak attack on the valley.

Under the conditions that they were prepared, he would have completely defeated the Centaur Clan!

The battlefield was chosen by others, and the time was chosen by others. While they were charging, you were still gathering troops.

Therefore, a sneak attack would usually be able to win more with less, or even win with less!

At this thought, Prince Bert relaxed a lot.

It seemed that the army was not truly heaven-defying!

As long as they were caught, he would have to let them know how powerful Prince Bert was!

The number of Imperial City troops it led this time was three thousand!

Prince Bert subconsciously ignored the number of troops.

In fact, if he had only brought a thousand Imperial City troops, he might not be safe!

"Ivan, where have they gone now?" Prince Bert asked.

Ivan's face was covered in blood, and his consciousness was already very blurry.

From the looks of it, he only had one breath left.

When he heard Prince Bert's words, his eyes widened.

"Quick… quick escape, they… target… afraid… it's you…"

Ivan used the last bit of strength to say these words. Then, he tilted his head and completely lost his breath!

Although he spoke intermittently and vaguely, Prince Bert still heard everything clearly!

Their target was you!

Him, Prince Bert!

Their target is me Prince Bert stood up with a snort and looked around.

This was a prairie.

At this moment, his troops were divided into two parts.

About a thousand soldiers were scattered on the grassland, dragging the corpses of the dead Lion Tribe soldiers together.

This was the tradition of the Lion Race.

As warriors of the ‘Royal Clan', even if they died, their corpses would be disposed of.

More than two thousand soldiers were sitting on the grassland to rest.

After running around for a few days and pursuing them, these Lions were tired even though they were the elite of Imperial City. They were very physically strong.

There wasn't a single weak person in the grassland.

For some unknown reason, Prince Bert felt a faint uneasiness after hearing the words of Chief Ivan before his death.

"Get them all up, gather their spirits, and summon all the scattered warriors back." Prince Bert said.

"Yes, My Prince!" A few subordinates began to convey their orders.

At this moment, a dazzling light suddenly flashed in front of Prince Bert's eyes!

Not only had Prince Bert arrived, but quite a few Lion warriors had also arrived on the grassland!

"What's going on?" Prince Bert turned in the direction of the light and his eyes widened!

"Your Highness, the Centaurs… the Centaurs!" Next to him, his assistant's shocked voice rang out!