School Transmigration: I, Chosen as the Saint by Dragons at the Start-Chapter 169 --Battle

It was at this moment that Owen and Timothos encountered each other, and upon presenting the dragons’ token, Timothos requested to join forces. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

These Easthaven Realm cavalry were patrolling throughout the northern parts of Cloud Domain, a vast territory where news should not have traveled so swiftly.

Easthaven Realm borders Cloud Domain, marking the frontier between the angel race and the dragons.

Historically, thousands of years ago, Easthaven Realm was part of the dragons’ territories until it was seized by the angel race.

The dragons, lacking the desire for conflict, allowed the angel race to take control without resistance.

Unexpectedly, the angel race gradually expanded, eventually dominating over thirty domains, while the dragons held merely thirteen or fourteen.

The man sneered but did not answer.

"He’s trying to buy time," Owen saw through his intention immediately, "We must hurry back to camp!"

Isaac slit the captive’s throat without a second thought, ignoring the trembling shopkeeper, while Owen didn’t forget to leave a handful of copper coins for the meal.

The currency used by dragons and the human race differs, consisting of gold, silver, and copper, rather than gutecoins.

The group rushed out of the eatery, freed the fine steeds belonging to the three Easthaven Realm scouts, and leaped onto the horses.

They had barely covered a hundred yards when they heard the thunderous sound of hooves: A troop was approaching from the south, by the sound of it, at least two or three hundred riders!

"Ride!" Owen’s face darkened as he urged his mount to speed up.

The horses turned off the main street, heading straight for the grain convoy’s camp.

Owen looked back to see a dense mass of cavalry behind them.

These men tore open their outer garments and cloaks to reveal their military uniforms underneath.

Even though Owen had never seen that particular style before, he was certain these were Easthaven Realm cavalry without a doubt.

Clearly, these intruders had been lurking outside Nebrilliance, waiting for the explosion in town as their signal to rush in and kill and plunder!

Berkeley and the others, trailing behind Owen, struggled to block the arrows flying towards them.

One arrow aimed straight for a horse’s hindquarters was deflected by Owen; Isaac wasn’t so fortunate, as his mount was hit in the back leg, falling and screaming in pain.

Isaac fell behind instantly.

As Owen looked back, Isaac got up shouting, "Don’t worry about me," and dashed into a nearby low-rise house.

A row of low houses lined the area; he disappeared behind a wall after a few leaps.

The Easthaven Realm cavalry, focused on the grain convoy, didn’t bother pursuing a single straggler, and the main force continued its thunderous advance.

Arrows rained down like a storm, impossible to fend off.

Owen, frowning, used arcanergy to conjure a wall of ice behind the two horses.

The wall, an inch thick and over three meters tall, shielded Berkeley and the rest securely.

Then came dozens of dull thuds as arrows lodged into the ice wall.

The Easthaven Realm cavalry shouted, drawing their lances and charging.

The ice wall, already perforated by numerous arrows, shattered under the impact of the charging horses.

But this brief delay allowed Owen and his companions to reach their camp.

Inside the camp, chaos reigned.

The grain convoy, having ended a day’s hard work and settled down, was abruptly awakened by the commotion outside.

Rubbing their eyes, they heard humanoid cries of panic, "Lord Timothos is dead, blown up in the explosion!"

As the highest commander of the grain convoy, Timothos’s death left the troops leaderless.

Then, a second explosion rocked the tavern in the east.

Some convoy leaders, groggy from sleep, struggled to orient themselves, while others tried in vain to call their troops to alert, achieving little effect.

Then, the Easthaven Realm cavalry charged.

The guards outside the camp saw the billowing dust clouds and blew the warning whistles immediately.

Those standing inside the camp, watching the fireworks, realized the gravity of the situation too late.

Panic-stricken, they began to flee.

The Easthaven Realm cavalry, with a battle cry that pierced the sky, made a contingent of two to three hundred seem a thousand strong.

Even the soldiers patrolling the outskirts of the grain camp hesitated, clutching their spears, thinking of retreating.

Owen, leading the charge into the camp, roared like the coming of spring thunder: "The saint of dragons is here, who dares to flee?"

He bellowed thrice, employing arcanergy with such intensity that his voice overshadowed even the subsequent explosions from the east.

His self-revelation was not just filled with confidence but bordered on arrogance.

However, this was Owen’s nature, not one to hide in the shadows.

The mention of "the saint of dragons" acted as a stop signal for the fleeing troops.

Although Owen had only been within the dragons, serving as a saint for two years, through the dragons’ propaganda, which humanoid in the thirteen or fourteen domains under dragons’ control didn’t know of Owen?

Most of the grain convoy’s soldiers hailed from the south.

Hearing these thunderous words, they were first stunned, then a mixture of doubt and joy overwhelmed them:

The Boss is here?

How could it be?

If the saint of dragons personally commanded the field, then what was the death of Lord Timothos but a mere trifle?

Cloud Domain’s mere district official was insignificant in comparison.

Owen also heard someone nearby shouting, "Lord Timothos is dead, the enemy is coming!"

He couldn’t help but follow the sound, only to find the man hiding behind a tent, his eyes wide with feigned panic, occasionally shouting, without a hint of genuine fear.

With a cold laugh, the trident reappeared in his hand, arcanergy briefly shimmering before it was launched directly at its target.

The man, not blind to the danger, turned to flee.

His movements were cunning, choosing paths dense with obstacles, but the trident, as if having eyes of its own, weaved around barriers to pursue him directly.

Then, the trident pierced through his chest in a kebab fashion.

With a gesture from Owen, the trident, along with the man’s body, returned to his hand.

He then decapitated him, holding up the head and shouting, "This is the fate of traitors!"

Though the head in his hand was not that of a Cloud Domain soldier, who could see clearly with blood covering the face? Owen’s shouts indeed had an effect, with many deserters turning to face the enemy upon his approach.

Seeing the saint of dragons truly capable, particularly with the skill of summoning corpses through thin air—a feat beyond their own—inspired the crowd.

Soon, the execution squad regained their senses and began fulfilling their duty.

After decapitating five or six deserters as a warning to others, the grain convoy’s morale significantly improved.

Another person shouting to disrupt the troops was caught by Berkeley.

Although not proficient in close combat, as a level 5 arraymancer, equivalent to master-tier, dealing with someone not even at the gold-tier was as simple as drowning them in arcanergy.

The Easthaven Realm humanoids had a clear division of labor: some were tasked with blowing up the tavern to eliminate the grain convoy’s high officials in one fell swoop, others disguised as patrons hid in eateries to assassinate any officers who came out to dine, and the rest of their large force hid in the outskirts, waiting for the tavern’s explosion as a signal to attack the military camp!

There were even individuals assigned specifically to demoralize the troops, chosen for their loud voices, indicating a meticulously planned operation.

What was most astounding was the Easthaven Realm’s choice to strike within the town rather than in the wilderness as Timothos had anticipated, catching them completely off guard.

In the northern part of Cloud Domain, due to raids by Easthaven Realm forces, local magnates have been rallying strongmen to form defense groups and peacekeeping teams.

Easthaven Realm’s humanoids are likely to encounter additional resistance here.

However, tonight, with the county magistrate hosting Timothos in the tavern, the local notables were surely in attendance, thus caught in one fell swoop.

Several commanders, of course, recognized Owen—after all, Timothos and Owen had previously bumped into each other and had been introduced.

They immediately gathered around him, some still in disarray, clearly just roused from sleep.

Owen didn’t reprimand them but instead loudly commanded, "Form up to meet the attack! Spread the word, the enemy numbers only a hundred!"

With the saint of dragons present, the commanders’ morale stabilized, and they set about rallying their troops while shouting orders: "To arms, to arms! The enemy numbers only a hundred!"

As the Easthaven Realm cavalry charged into the camp, chaos ensued.

They slashed at any humanoid in sight and set fire to tents and supply wagons, seemingly unstoppable.

Cloud Domain soldiers were initially dumbfounded, resorting to fleeing or hiding.

Seeing this, Owen pursed his lips and whistled a few times, two long and three short blasts, then turned his horse towards the nearest enemy commander.

This was his way of summoning his men.

Hearing the whistle, rock wolves and Berkeley quickly dropped their unlucky targets to follow closely.

The commanders were astonished; was the saint of dragons personally entering the fray?

This was a major taboo for leaders!

They wanted to protest, but Owen had already sped off.

All they could do was stamp their feet in frustration and strive to organize a counterattack by the grain convoy’s troops.

The Easthaven Realm commander charging towards them was incredibly fierce, his body shimmering with arcanergy.

With just two thrusts of his spear, he could send a soldier flying, and another slight Easthaven Realm soldier managed to sneak attack a humanoid from behind, stabbing him in the belly with his spear.

The tip of the commander’s spear was hooked, and when he pulled back, he dragged out the innards of his victim.

They even had a name for this gruesome tactic: "flying a kite."

As the fallen soldier writhed and screamed in agony, who among the Cloud Domain forces would dare approach? The commander laughed heartily, breaking free from the protection of his guards to indulge in a killing spree, moving as if he were in a land devoid of enemies.

He was reveling in his slaughter when suddenly he felt a draft behind his head.

It was Owen, emerging diagonally from the side, swinging his trident without uttering a word.

The trident showed no signs of being anything but an ordinary spear, and Owen himself wore no armor.

The Easthaven Realm commander sneered in derision, countering with a lift of his spear.

Spear against trident, he was eager to see whose weapon was superior.

He employed a subtle technique with his spear, first launching a feint aimed at Owen’s throat.

Should the opponent attempt to block, the spear tip was designed to bounce off and plunge into the opponent’s abdomen.