NOVEL SIMPLE Chapter 89: The End of the War
Chapter 89: The End of the War
After a month of continuous rain and the accumulation of water in the dam, the resulting flood was nothing short of terrifying. The torrents, having gathered momentum over a distance, surged with overwhelming force, instantly sweeping over and submerging the thousands of minotaurs in its path. Everything in its wake—whether forest or structure—was obliterated in an instant.
Not even typical Tier 1 or Tier 2 magical beasts could withstand such a force.
Boom.
In a flash, the sea of flames was engulfed, and thousands of minotaurs were swept away by the flood.
Some Tier 1 minotaurs tried to resist.
But the terrifying flood overwhelmed their strength in an instant, carrying their bodies far away.
The area before them transformed into a vast swamp.
The thousands of minotaurs stood no chance.
This scene shocked everyone.
Even the knights of the Maine Valley couldn’t help but widen their eyes in disbelief.
But after that initial shock, an unavoidable joy began to spread.
“Hahaha!”
Pape Lawrence laughed heartily.
He no longer cared about the damage to his silver armor, brandishing his knight's sword as he charged forward once more.
The others followed suit.
In that moment, the heavy weight that had been pressing down on them vanished completely.
Although the minotaurs had been held at bay, everyone had still been tense.
They knew full well that the sea of flames would only hold the minotaurs for a while.
Once those thousands of minotaurs broke through, not only would they be in danger, but even their hidden forces would be unable to stop them.
But now, those worries were gone.
The massive flood had swept away the minotaurs, meaning their threat had been completely eliminated.
“Dirty minotaurs, come at us again!”
Baron Graton laughed as well.
In that moment, the morale of the Maine Valley knights surged.
In contrast, the Tier 2 minotaurs’ eyes widened in rage, their breathing growing heavier.
Then, anger began to spread through their hearts, just as the knights had expected. They had been waiting for the minotaurs to break through, so they could tear the hated humans to pieces.
But now, after witnessing this scene, how could they not be furious?
“Damn it!”
Boom!
The aura of the Tier 2 peak minotaur, which Thor had been holding at bay, suddenly exploded, and blood-red energy ignited. Its disbelief and fury continued to grow, pushing it into a state of irrational rage.
Thousands of minotaurs.
They were meant to be sacrifices for the Titan God, and now they were gone just like that.
The peak Tier 2 minotaur lost all reason.
Its life force began to burn.
Its power continued to increase.
It was nearing Tier 3.
Boom!
A resounding crash echoed.
Thor’s figure was sent flying.
Even with the protection of his golden armor, Thor felt his organs struggling to bear the impact.
The powerful force nearly penetrated the golden armor.
However, Thor wasn’t overly concerned.
Instead, a smile crept onto his face.
This was the result he had been waiting for.
“Emri!”
“Jenil!”
Thor’s voice echoed, amplified by life force, reaching far into the distance.
In the distance.
Within the forest.
Two figures who had been waiting anxiously stood up abruptly.
“Kill!”
“Kill!”
Their voices rang out, and the next moment, dozens of Official Knights and Apprentice Knights charged out from the forest.
They rushed toward the battlefield.
These were the hidden forces: dozens of Official Knights and numerous Apprentice Knights.
This was the moment Thor had been waiting for.
There were too many minotaurs.
Over four thousand, including thirteen peak minotaurs.
Even though the Maine Valley forces were strong, it would be difficult to completely hold them off.
Even if they managed, the losses would be enormous.
So Thor’s original plan was to conceal a large portion of his forces, lulling the minotaurs into a false sense of security. Then, he would use the floodwaters from the dam to sweep away thousands of minotaurs before unleashing the hidden knights to surround and annihilate the remaining minotaurs.
With thousands of ordinary minotaurs gone, the remaining dozen or so Tier 2 minotaurs couldn’t withstand the assault. Unless a Tier 3 minotaur emerged.
But that was nearly impossible.
And indeed, despite using secret techniques to temporarily elevate its power to Tier 3, the peak Tier 2 minotaur’s strength soon waned.
It was soon overwhelmed as Thor pressed his attack.
The same fate befell the other minotaurs.
In fact, with the addition of a large number of elite knights, the situation, which had been in favor of the eleven remaining Tier 2 minotaurs, was quickly reversed.
It was difficult for a few knights to hold off two minotaurs, but seventy Official Knights, three hundred Apprentice Knights, and fifteen hundred Reserve Knights were more than enough to annihilate the eleven remaining Tier 2 minotaurs.
The gap between a Grand Knight and an Earth Knight was vast, but the gap between a Knight and a Grand Knight was not as significant.
Similarly, the difference between Tier 1 and Tier 2 was not insurmountable.
Under normal circumstances, seven or eight Official Knights could contend with one Grand Knight. A group of more than ten could easily overwhelm a Tier 2 orc.
At that moment, with seventy Official Knights—a force of seventy Tier 1s—combined with eight Grand Knights, it wasn’t just the eleven minotaurs that were doomed; even the previous thirteen would have been easily dealt with.
Boom.
The battle raged on.
Two Tier 2 minotaurs were quickly slain.
Next, the remaining Tier 2 minotaurs were targeted.
Without support from their tribe, they were doomed.
In less than an hour, the final peak Tier 2 minotaur fell.
Bright red blood soaked the ground.
Everyone was filled with an indescribable joy.
“We won!”
“We won!”
Pape Lawrence murmured, still in a slight daze.
“Yes, we won!”
Baron Graton added, his voice full of emotion.
Baron Valmy simply smiled.
In the beginning, the three barons had only hoped to fend off this minotaur attack.
But never did they imagine that not only would they hold them off, but they would also emerge victorious.
Thousands of minotaurs were left in the Maine Valley.
And they had even slain Tier 2 minotaurs with their own hands.
Those were Tier 2 minotaurs, each worth ten merit points. Earning the title of Baron only required one hundred points.
Now, they had thirteen Tier 2 minotaurs to their name.
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