Lord of Flames

A thousand Centaurs began to run westward.

It was only after they had walked for a long time that some of the Lion Tribe warriors who were watching from afar returned cautiously.

These Lion race warriors looked around as they walked. They were still worried that the Centaurs would return!

The scattered lion warriors gathered from all directions.

It was as if by gathering together could they feel safe!

None of them spoke.

Everyone maintained their combat state.

It was clear that even if they didn't see the Centaurs, they would remain vigilant regardless!

They had seen that battle just now, they saw the entire process!

It was because they had seen the entire process that they would behave like this.

All of the Lion race warriors were still thinking back to what had just happened.

No matter what, they never would have thought that the thousand Centaurs soldiers would dare to attack the Imperial City troops led by Prince Bert!

Moreover, they won!

It was not an ordinary victory!

It was an overwhelming victory!

This could no longer be called a battle!

This was overwhelming!

Completely overwhelming!

Before the armies could get close to each other, they couldn’t even touch the fur of the Centaur warriors.

They were killed by the spear with flames that the Centaur warriors threw out, leaving only a few people left.

Those Lion warriors died too quickly!

Many Lion Tribe warriors fell into the sea of flames without even knowing what was going on.

Only Prince Bert and his guards were left alive!

Prince Bert was right.

The reason why the Lion warriors on the plains did not leave was that they thought that once Prince Bert was able to launch a counterattack, they could take the opportunity to join the battle and launch a counterattack as well.

Unfortunately, Prince Bert was disappointed.

They were also disappointed.

Prince Bert and his guards were all under crushed the Magus' hands, not even leaving their bones behind.

After seeing the other party's strength with their own eyes, even if they were Lion Tribe warriors who had won hundreds of battles, they were all shocked.

Fortunately, they were able to escape!

Not long after, the Lion soldiers returned to the battlefield.

The grass on the grassland had been burned by the fire.

In the area where the fire had burned, there was a deep black line that was especially eye-catching.

The black line was a dozen meters wide and several hundred meters long. Inside the black line were scattered pieces of weapons and items from the Lion soldiers.

Unless Lin Yan deliberately controlled the temperature of the flames, it was not particularly high. It was only a thousand degrees, so it was very difficult to melt the iron weapons on the Lions.

The Burst Fire was not focused on temperature.

However, even though the temperature was not particularly high, they could still see a large number of charred Lion soldiers.

More corpses had already been turned into ashes, scattered by the wind.

This battlefield made the hearts of these Lion race warriors extremely heavy!

They had a clear understanding of the ferociousness of their army.

Then, they saw where Prince Bert was dead.

There…

He had already melted away!

Even Meng Ying's magic didn't use temperature as the main killing power.

However, as Lin Yan's Holy Maiden’s, the temperature contained in her fire magic would be much higher than that of any other fire magus!

As a fifth-rank Magus, it was not difficult for her to melt the ground after killing Prince Bert with fire-type magic!

"Prince Bert!"

After searching for a long time, a Lion warrior finally found a small ornament!

"Let's go, let's report the situation…"

Another Lion warrior spoke in a low voice!

…

"What? My son, Bert, was killed, and the two thousand Imperial City guards were completely wiped out!!!"

In the Royal Palace, the old Lion King was furious after hearing this news!

"How dare they?! Someone, bring me my weapon. I'll personally go and hunt them down!"

The old Lion King was already very old, but this time, he unleashed his might. His eyes shone brilliantly, and the aura on his body was shocking!

He was a warrior much stronger than Prince Bert!

Moreover, he wanted to personally chase after that army!

"Father you must not!"

Immediately, a large group of Princes rushed over to stop him.

"Father, you are the King of our Lion Race, how can you personally chase after the enemy! What if it is a trap?"

"That's right, Father, our army will be back soon. Once the army returns, Father will send out his troops again. I am willing to avenge Big Brother Bert!"

"I' m also willing to fight on the frontlines. I must annihilate the Centaur Race, wipe out the Cat Race, and kill all the members of these races to avenge my brother!"

Within the palace, the remaining sons of the Lion King all spoke to stop the Lion King.

They were even fighting to be the vanguard of defeating the Centaur Clan!

After hearing the news of Prince Bert's death, these fellows showed deep pain on the surface. However, they were laughing in their hearts.

Bert was the First Prince.

He was most likely to inherit the throne.

Now, Bert was dead!

Their chance had come!

In the end, the Lion King was sitting on the throne, listening to the War Minister report his losses.

"Your Majesty, the damage caused by those Centaurs in our territory has been counted. In three days, they had conquered Lion Pass, Water Pattern Town, Green Wave Town… together with the 1,000 soldiers Leader Rick led, a total of 6,892 soldiers were killed…"

The War Minister spoke with fear.

Because he saw that the old Lion King's beard was about to become crooked when he heard the report!

As a War Minister, he could not be clearer about the losses that the Lion Tribe had suffered over the years.

When the Lion Race rose to prominence, wars were the most common.

However, in the past two decades, there had been almost no large-scale wars other than the war against the Tiger Race.

Other than the war against the Tiger Race, in the past twenty years, the Lion race had never suffered more than a hundred casualties!

However, in three days, nearly seven thousand elite Lion warriors had died!

Most importantly, a Prince died!

Although the Lion King had more than ten Princes, Prince Bert was the eldest one. He was also the most capable and highly valued by the Lion King.

The War Minister was afraid that the Lion King would jump up and slap him!

The heavens were pitiful. He was only here to report!

It was not like the War Minister had never encountered such a thing before.

"How much did they lose?"

The Lion King finally restrained his temper and asked.

The War Minister hesitated for a moment before saying, "According to our conjecture, they probably lost one maybe even none!"

"Pa!"

The War Minister's guess had indeed come true.

He was really sent flying by a single slap from the Lion King.

"Someone, let Ordinton return as soon as possible. The Centaur Clan must be destroyed!"