As for whether Falvia will die in this battle, of course the answer is no. After all, the quality of Wals' army is still not as good as Falvia's. Therefore, Alva, the Pearl of Light, has already made a plan on how to deal with Falvia's pursuit afterwards.
At this time, Wals led his army, this time he personally went into battle, riding a steed, the fastest warhorse that allowed him to rush to the front. Suddenly, dust flew up, and a vague figure appeared on the horizon of the desert. Along with it came a strange light. It was the light reflected by the sword blade.
Who is it
Doubts arose in Walls' mind. In this battlefield, there was actually a man who appeared here alone to say hello. So he was either a survivor of the battle or a deserter.
A group of people quickly stopped the knight.
She had a weather-beaten face. Wals noticed that this person had thick calluses on his hands, which showed that he often used the sword at his waist. The sword had no scabbard, and it just hung straight outside. There was also some blood on his body, which could be said that he had just experienced a battle.
"Who are you? Are you a survivor of the great war? Do you belong to Falvia or to Sultan Hakim?"
Wals stepped forward and asked, and the other soldiers followed closely behind Wals. Everyone looked at the lone knight.
The knight opened his old mouth and uttered a few words lightly.
"I don't belong to anyone! I belong to myself! To this desert."
Wals didn't know the legend in the desert, and he thought the knight in front of him was just being mysterious. He couldn't help but show a trace of anger on his face.
Seeing the change in Wals's expression, the knight simply ignored the situation. Although it was obvious that Wals was the leader of the team in front of him, and offending this leader would not benefit him in any way, the knight was not a fool and understood the truth, but he still closed his eyes silently.
"I have something else to do! Can you please get out of the way, young man?"
The knight spoke slowly, Walls's men had blocked his way.
"Leave your name!"
After much consideration, Walls decided to let this man go. Although she had an arrogant attitude, the thick calluses on his hands fully demonstrated that he was not an ordinary person.
"Danzi!"
This knight uttered his name lightly.
When Walls heard this name in the first grade of junior high school, he felt that it sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard this name!
"Are you coming from Heibai Village? There was a battle between Falvia and Sultan Hakim, the ruler of the Sarand Sultanate, in Heibai Village. Can you tell me where Sultan Hakim is now?"
Walsh asked patiently. The group of men around him could no longer bear it. The angry expressions on their faces became more and more as time went by, and they covered Danzi like a dark cloud. If Danzi did not answer honestly, Walsh's men might tear Danzi to pieces in the next second.
Those who dare to disrespect the people they respect are really brainless.
Danzi was completely indifferent to the changes happening around him. To him, the people around him were not worth being afraid of.
"Sultan Hakim is preparing to retreat to Shariz. If you want to see him, you can go back the same way and you will definitely see him. I know you. You are Wals, an ally of Sultan Hakim. The man who calls himself the king of the Kingdom of Karad!"
Danzi continued to speak calmly, and when he said that he called himself the King of Karad, this sentence seemed a little hard to hear.
Wals seemed to understand that the man in front of him was with Hakim Sultan.
Just as Wals was about to continue questioning, Bolcha beside him began to yell, "What do you mean? It seems like you are looking down on our king!"
It turned out that because Danzi's last sentence seemed to mock Walls, Bolcha couldn't control his temper.
"Bolcha, don't mention these trivial matters. The most important thing is to get the information first."
Wals waved his hand, signaling all his men to retreat. With them by his side, he could not have a good discussion with Danzi about the direction where Sultan Hakim was currently.
After everyone had left, Walls turned around and continued speaking to Danzi.
"Are you an ally of Sultan Hakim?"
"According to what you said, it should be! But according to what I said, it is definitely not. I am very short on time. I hope you can make way for me."
Wals looked at Danzi in front of him strangely, then he pulled the reins of his warhorse and made way for Danzi. Seeing this, the soldiers behind him also left their warhorses, and soon a straight road appeared. In this desert, a group of people surrounded a knight. As long as Wals gave an order, this knight who was probably a spy could die. But Wals believed that he was not a spy.
The knight rode past quickly on his horse, and Wals soon saw the back of Danzi. At this time, he heard a passage floating in the distance.
“Life is always hard!”
It seemed that he was talking to Wals, but it also seemed that he was talking to all the soldiers of Wals. Wals had no idea what he was talking about. But it didn't matter. Sultan Hakim had safely returned to Shariz. It seemed that he didn't win the battle with Falvia. Alva, the Light of Pearl, wanted to trick him into fighting with Falvia in order to consume Falvia's strength.
Turning his horse around, Wals's army began to march westward again, heading towards Shariz.
On the other hand, Falvia also assembled her troops. This time, she failed to capture Sultan Hakim alive, but she was able to defeat Sultan Hakim's army again, causing great damage to his strength. This battle was still valuable.
Suddenly, a familiar figure galloped past on a black horse in the distance. Falvia showed a strange expression. The man on the horse was the familiar Gozert. What kind of information would he bring this time
Gozert ran quickly to Falvia's side, jumped off his horse, knelt on one knee and reported his reconnaissance intelligence to Falvia.
"Marshal! I have gathered some intelligence. After Sultan Hakim retreated, the exchange of fire between the Queen and Wals has ended. Wals is leading his troops to the south and seems to be preparing to attack us. There is something strange during this period. It seems that Pearl Light Alva deliberately let Wals go."
Falvia frowned when she heard this, and she was sensitive to the fact that things had developed to a point that she could not have predicted. With the military strength of Alva, the Pearl of Light, it was completely possible for him to hold back Wals, but they acted according to their own plan and deliberately let Wals go.
"Tell me! How far are we from Vols?"
Falvia's eyes instantly became sharp, and Gozert could only lower his head even lower. However, Falvia felt that the situation did not make the atmosphere very tense.
"Wols has left. I have observed his tracks and he seems to be heading west. It seems he is going back to Shariz."
After hearing this, Falvia's frown immediately relaxed. It was not possible to fight with Wals for the time being. Falvia knew his command ability. He suffered a loss in the first fight. Although his soldiers were of low quality, if he was given time to recuperate, the consequences would be disastrous.
But now that Wals has left, he has to integrate the internal forces to deal with Hakim Sultan and Wals with all his strength. It is best to alienate Wals and Hakim Sultan at this time. If they kill each other, he can easily achieve his goal.
"Okay! I already know the intelligence. Now let's clean up the battlefield and go back first. Queen Alva of the Pearl Light seemed to have objections to my plan and let Wals go. Fortunately, she returned to Shariz halfway, otherwise I would definitely have encountered a fierce battle."
On the other hand, Sultan Hakim, who had already fled back to Sharez, was counting his remaining men on the city wall. His Sarande Mamluks also suffered a certain amount of losses in the raid by Falvia's army. This almost represents the highest combat power of the Sarande Sultanate's Mamluks, who can run rampant in the desert with a certain number of them. Falvia obviously has such a number, but he himself, who was supposed to be the ruler of the Sarande Sultanate, only has some Sarande Mamluks left.
"Wols, where is our friendly army now? Why hasn't he come back yet? Has he been entangled by Pearl Light Alva? Or has he been defeated by Falvia?"
Sultan Hakim waved his hand, and his intelligence personnel were standing around him. The military commanders and lords had already continued to prepare their armies. Every failure would leave a deep and indelible scar on the hearts of these military commanders and lords. This was also weighing on their loyalty to Sultan Hakim. Repeated failures would only lead to an increase in the number of Falvia's troops.
The intelligence officer quickly stepped forward and told Sultan Hakim the news he had received from the scouts ahead.
It was a crisp sound.
"Your Majesty! Wals' army has begun to come this way. Originally, Wals was going to rescue you, but they met Danzi halfway, so they are now turning back and are on their way back to Shariz. Your Majesty, you can rest assured that we will unite soon and fight a decisive battle with Falvia."
"decisive battle?"
Hakim Sultan answered in an unbelievable voice, and he turned his head coldly, just in time to see a familiar face. It was Francine, who, as usual, had a purple scarf covering most of his face.
Only the pair of fresh and lively eyes were revealed. Francine was still staring at Sultan Hakim. The Sultan in front of her was no longer as wise as before. Long-term failures had caused him to lose his calm judgment.
"Are you still going to fight Falvia? I've already failed enough. From now on I will hide in the city of Shariz and I will never go out again. Let the powerful god of war, Vols, fight Falvia."
His voice became extremely harsh and terrifying, and at the same time, he revealed deep fear when he mentioned Falvia's name. This all showed that Sultan Hakim had already lost his fighting spirit.
As soon as Sultan Hakim finished speaking, Francine's face turned pale. As the host, he let the guest fight while he hid in the rear. How could he let Walsh fight for Sultan Hakim
He said quickly: "Your Majesty! This won't work. Walls won't help us fight like this! He is not a mercenary."
Hakim Sultan jumped up in anger, and the expression on her face was like thunder on a cloudy day.
"Mercenaries! Yes! Isn't the purpose of people living in this world to pursue profits? Give him some money and let them fight for me. I will give him half of my army to command, and let him go. I will treat it as a mercenary army."
Sultan Hakim has not completely given up his reason. He knows that Wals will not help him fight willingly. Only if he is given enough profit will he eliminate Falvia for him.
Hearing this, Francine's expression relaxed. This was the only way for him to get Walls to go out.
"So! How much shall we give?"
Sultan Hakim extended his hand.
"I will give him half of my wealth in Shariz and half of the wealth stored in the palace. As long as he can defeat Falvia."
Hakim Sultan shouted loudly, immediately attracting the attention of all the guards present. Several soldiers looked around without knowing what was going on, and were glared back by Hakim Sultan. But its residual power did not exist at all. All the soldiers were afraid of Falvia, and Hakim Sultan had long lost its former glory. Those soldiers just turned their heads away in indignation.
Sultan Hakim naturally saw such performance.
"You all disobeyed my orders! In that case, let this guy Walls lead you to fight Falvia."
Then he turned to Francine and said, "You go too! You and Walls defeat that woman Falvia, and bring back Alva the Pearl of Light. Go, these guys won't obey my orders anymore."
After saying this, Hakim Sultan sat on his chair like a bullied child, staring into the distance with lifeless eyes. In the distance was still an endless desert, but the desert was still the same as before, except that the owner of his territory had changed.
"Let's go! Let's go!"
Sultan Hakim murmured to himself that he had lost all hope. Every time he fought with Falvia, she almost always ended in failure. He had lost most of the Sarand Sultanate and now he could only hide in the tiny country of Sharez and live a miserable life.
“You’re crazy!”
Francine angrily said this, then turned around and ignored Hakim Sultan. He looked like she had never seen him before. Francine had never given up hope, but Hakim Sultan lost his fighting spirit because of this failure, which was enough to make Francine angry. In fact, under Hakim Sultan's command, there were still a group of upright people following Hakim Sultan. To be honest, without this group of upright lords supporting him, I believe he would not have enough troops to fight Falvia.
Sultan Hakim was not angry at Francine's words. He was like a stone, not interested in the changes outside. He could only sit there, and the guards and soldiers around him were busy. He seemed to be out of the matter, watching everything happening around him quietly. No one knew what he was thinking, and no one thought about what he was thinking. Sultan Hakim was indifferent to the people around him, and did the people around him care about him at all
Of course, apart from those upright lords, Chief Diu sent a caring look to Hakim Sultan, but it was useless, as he knew that Hakim Sultan would not listen to anyone now. He just stayed quietly in Shariz, in his castle hall that lacked human care, quietly waiting for the news of the decisive battle between Wals and Falvia.
Francine ran to the city gate at his fastest speed. The two Sarande soldiers guarding the city gate looked at him, and then continued to stare blankly at the desert in front of them. At this time in the past, there would always be more or less caravans passing through this city. This is Shariz, the capital of the Sarande Sultanate, so a large number of caravans flocked here to trade.
But now, there was nothing on the desert except the golden sand. When the army passed by just now, rows and piles of footprints appeared on the sand. From these footprints, it can be seen that this is a disorganized army. His fighting spirit has been completely lost.
Francine looked into the distance. The Salander soldiers were still worried about whether they could survive the night. Who knew if Falvia would start attacking the city tonight? The soldiers had their own worries, and Francine had her own worries.
He was waiting for someone to appear.
The sun was approaching the horizon. If Wals had not yet appeared in Francine's sight, then the sun had set. Hakim Sultan, who was on the city wall, dragged his slow steps back to the castle hall. He didn't want to leave the castle hall for a moment at this moment, and quietly waited for Falvia's knife to cross his neck.
But there is always hope. When half of the sun fell below the horizon, in the distance, the sky was filled with yellow sand, and the white unicorn flag first appeared above the horizon of the yellow sand.
Francine's eyes lit up immediately. She had been standing with the two Salander soldiers for a long time. The Salander soldiers did not even spare a glance at Francine because she was a woman.
Francine took a step forward. The gate of Shariz Castle had not been closed because Wals had not returned. This time, Sultan Hakim had said that half of his army would be under Wals' command. Therefore, Wals' army could enter Shariz and merge with Sultan Hakim's army.
Francine looked at the flag with great excitement. The guards on the city wall also noticed something strange. They still maintained their wartime alert. They were worried that the flag was Falvia's flag. They stood up in a hurry and stood in their positions where they were supposed to fight. But when they saw the flag clearly, they felt relieved. Everyone knew this god of war from Rhodok. The appearance of the white unicorn made these tense soldiers relax a little.
Danzi was also on the city wall. He stared at the flag in the distance. He murmured to himself, and no one could hear what he was saying. He just nodded and left. No soldier paid attention to the movements of this hermit. They all knew who Danzi was. He was a master invited by Chief Diu from the depths of the desert.
The master should have attracted people's attention, but now this group of Sarande soldiers have lost interest in everything around them.
A group of soldiers whose hearts are dead, Danzi said to himself, looking up at the sun that was about to set.
"Another cold night!"
Wals's troops had slowly entered the city. It turned out that Sultan Hakim had sent a messenger to inform Wals of his plan. Wals quickly entered Shariz's city after learning about it. Something unexpected might happen tonight.
"Your Majesty of the Kingdom of Karad, I wonder if you have heard the news about Sultan Hakim?"
Francine looked at Walsh's army that was ready to enter the city and asked knowingly.
Wals turned around and smiled slightly. The fact that Hakim Sultan could keep this woman by his side showed that he definitely had great abilities.
"Of course! I would be happy to command the other half of Sultan Hakim's army, and I am grateful for the wealth she has given me."
Francine smiled slightly. Although she was wearing a purple veil, Wals could only read his mood from his eyes. He was happy now because he had found his hope. Sultan Hakim had lost his fighting spirit, but Wals was willing to lead the group of Sarande soldiers to continue fighting. This must be said to be Francine's savior.
"Then I hope you can defeat Falvia!"
"Of course! I'll do what I want to do, but I think you are under my command now, right
"Um?"