47 The battlefield

Over at the main plains before Midgard.

Two armies were standing opposite of each other.

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One army had taken a defensive position on slightly elevated ground. They numbered twenty thousand and most of the soldiers were somewhere between the fighter and baron fighter realm. Sporadically there were some magi, ranging from the baron to the count realm. Barely connected wooden walls were set up and the whole army seemed in disarray.

Their leader was standing around a map with his commanders. The crown atop his head looked heavy and despite him being a peak grand duke magus it seemed to weigh down his head. He was the king and he had to bear the responsibility for the outcome of this battle.

On the other side, three individual camps were neatly built. Each camp had contained roughly 800 soldiers ranging from viscount to count magus with captains that were all marquess magi. Their commander was holding a dagger in his hand, repeatedly drawing it across his bare chest and marveling at his unhurt skin below the sharp blade.

The soldiers standing guard around him pointedly ignored his strange behavior. They had seen worse and grown accustomed to their general's antics.

Both sides were currently resting. Between them, a massive battlefield lay desolate, filled with corpses of those who hadn't been fortunate enough to survive the first clash.

Particularly three massive grey forms stood out from the rest. Around the dead wyrms' corpses, the earth was scorched black. Charred bodies were all that remained of the brave souls who had vanquished these giants.

Further back on the human side, more beast corpses could be found. With a dead verdant serpent in the middle, beast of all kind lay on the field.

Some humans could be seen going back and forth between their camp and the dead beasts, carrying their corpses back with them. The other side could not be bothered with such things. They hadn't even retrieved their fallen comrades, deigning them worthless for dying in the first battle.

The day passed and the next morning both sides were preparing for the next battle.

On the human side, their king held a long speech. He thanked the soldiers for fighting with him, praised their efforts thus far and reminded them that they were laying down their lives to protect their families.

At the back of the human camp, barely in reach of the king's speech, two humans stood next to a giant green serpent. They were having a conversation using only a soft voice.

"Are you sure we shouldn't send this one to battle? It could save countless lives!"

"It has yet to mature so its combat ability is only slightly above that of a normal beast. Its size is only the byproduct of the master's experiment. Also, if we kill it master won't be able to send us any reinforcements should he wake up. This is the only thing that tells him about our location."

"Are you confident he will send reinforcements?"

"All the other beasts died. Once he notices that he will know something went wrong. I only worry if he can reach us in time."

"Then let us wait and hope that time is our ally."

In the opposing camp, the soldiers were not attending their leader's speech. Formless ripples spread throughout the camp congregating around the soldiers. This was their commander's ability, beacon of hope.

As long a he stood on the battlefield his troops would never lose motivation and might even fight in disregard of their own lives.

Their commander was currently talking to a man clad in darkest black.

"Dearest brother, how come you haven't won against the humans yet? Didn't you boast about how unstoppable you were when you left Valhalla with those three legions? Father was impatiently waiting for your good news. Now he sent me to have a look at what took you so long and what do I find? Not only are you in a temporary stalemate but you also lost 600 men in the process."

The black-haired visitor's words were provocative but his blond brother didn't get enraged and simply answered in a calm fashion.

"I couldn't have known the humans had managed to tame three wyrms. You can tell father that I will return as soon as possible. The humans are already waning and without those beasts, they stand no chance at stopping me. You should return now before father gets impatient waiting for you!"

"Fine, I'll be leaving. Talking to Thor is much more fun than talking to you. He always gets overwhelmed by his rage."

The visitor jumped into the air and shifted into a falcon, flying westward. His brother followed the flying bird with his eyes before turning around, filled with determination.

The battle began!

The Aesir side charged, wielding both magic and weapons in their hands they were like a tidal wave rushing for the shore.

The humans formed a tight line prepared to receive the brunt of the Aesir charge. With a resounding clang, the two sides collided intensely and first blood was drawn. Under the fearless charge of the Aesir, the human defenses quickly crumbled. Panic spread the human troops and their initial determination began to wane.

The Aesir legions increased the pressure once again hammering the left flank until it collapsed. All seemed lost for the human side.

That was when a thundering noise came from the north. Under the horrified gazes of the Aesir legion, 500 bloodrush rhinos came straight at them.