Realm of Myths and Legends

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The day of the raid on the Night Lord's Crypt had finally arrived.

The allied forces of Amaharpe, Proximus, and Rosentarus were gathered roughly one kilometer away from the location of the Night Lord's Crypt.

Even from their current distance, the allied forces could see the Night Lord's Crypt as clear as day due to its massive size that rivaled that of a fortress city.

However, unlike a typical fortress city in RML, there were no magic cannons or towering walls with defensive magic embedded into them. Instead, there was an incredibly powerful set of magic formations that covered every part of the Night Lord's Crypt.

The Night Lord's Crypt was located in a remote area of Malentansium—a place that rarely received visitors. However, today was unlike any other as tens of thousands had assembled in this remote region of Malentansium.

Solomon stood at the vanguard of the allied forces along with several other Generals and high-ranked officials from Proximus and Rosentarus.

Solomon peered into the distance where a sea of skounae awaited them that surrounded the Night Lord's Crypt.

"Solomon—how much longer must stand here and do nothing?! The longer we wait to attack, the closer the night comes upon us. Looking at the sea of enemies, our forces are already outnumbered three to one. We cannot hand the skounae the advantage of the night. The assault must begin while it's still light out!" An aggravated voice sounded from nearby.

Solomon glanced over at the individual who just spoke. Ever since they reached their destination, this person had been the most vocal about beginning the assault on the Night Lord's Crypt. And, with every moment that passed, they were becoming increasingly restless.

The person who walked up and stopped a few steps away from Solomon towered over him as they stood over two meters tall. It was a man of the zensana race with a pair of horns protruding out the side of his head.

He had dark tanned skin with certain areas of his body that were protected by a thick hide. His muscles were several times more dense than that of humans and he had a fierce look in his eyes that showed he was ready for battle.

This man was a member of the ox sub-species of the zensana race and was one of the Rosentarus Ten Beast Guardians, Argousa.

NPC Name: Rosentarus Ten Beast Guardian, Argousa(???)

NPC Level: ???

"The plan has not changed since the last time you asked, Argousa. We will await the High General's signal. Until that moment arrives, no one is to make a move." Solomon stated calmly.

In truth, it was not as though Solomon necessarily disagreed with Argousa's outlook. It was common knowledge that the skounae's strength increased during the night when it was dark. Fighting them on those terms while also being outnumbered would only make the battle more difficult than it already was looking to be.

However, Solomon had served under the High General for many years. He understood that the High General was not the type of man to risk the lives of his troops by fooling around. Therefore, Solomon knew that there must be a good reason for his delay.

Thankfully, the mages deployed by Proximus were proficient and there had been no issues with the AOE stealth magic in place. If not for this, their presence would have already been discovered by the enemies and the element of surprise would have been thoroughly lost.

Argousa stared Solomon down for a few seconds. The next moment, he growled under his breath before angrily stomping off back towards the direction he came from.

Those from the ox sub-species were a combative bunch who were not afraid to speak their minds. But, they were also the type who respected hierarchy above all else.

Naturally, Solomon was aware of this fact and knew that if he backed down or showed weakness, Argousa would have continued to challenge him on the matter. Therefore, he met Argousa's gaze head-on and held firm to his words.

"I feel bad for you, General Solomon. The ox zensanas are well known to be a rough-spoken bunch who are hard to deal with. Most people tend to avoid them altogether when serving with them due to their confrontational nature. A persistent bunch. Though I would be willing to entrust my back to them on any battlefield, would you not agree?" A gentle voice sounded from just a few steps away from Solomon.

The voice originated from a woman who appeared to be in her mid-thirties with an air of feminine maturity about her. She had wavy cerulean hair that stopped halfway down her back with a pair of light aquamarine eyes. She wore a set of gorgeous combat mage robes with a part of her back exposed, which revealed a tattoo of a creature similar to a blue whale emerging from ocean waves.

Because of the tattoo on their back, one would instantly uncover this woman's identity as a member of a powerful noble family that hailed from the Proximus kingdom, the Oras family.

NPC Name: Herald of the Surging Tides, Lena Oras(???)

NPC Level: ???

"Argousa may appear rash, but he is still a Ten Beast Guardian of Rosentarus. I am certain he understands better than most the importance of the task at hand. We cannot afford to make any mistakes that will set us back in the slightest." Solomon stated.

He briefly paused before he continued, "But, it is just as you say. I would entrust my back to them on any battlefield."

"Do you believe that we should-"

Rmmmmmble!

Out of nowhere, the earth began to tremble violently.

"It's beginning." Solomon thought to himself.

He then announced, "Everyone into position! Get ready to move out on my command!"

Although Solomon spoke in a voice that was nowhere near loud enough for all the allied forces to hear, he communicated with everyone through a special magic item around his wrist. It looked similar to the same magic item used by Aurie and her 2nd Unit in the Nightfall Glades. However, the mana contained within the magic item on Solomon's wrist was several times more dense.

Right as Solomon gave out the orders, a faint noise that could only be described as a high-pitched whistle sounded throughout the area.

Every moment that passed, the high-pitched whistling noise become increasingly louder. And, soon enough, it reached a point that drowned out all other sounds within several kilometers.

Then, without warning, the whistling sound came to an abrupt stop and was replaced by a deafening silence.

Simultaneously, a stunning scene unfolded near the Night Lord's Crypt. Or, to be more precise, in the skies directly over the crypt itself.

The next moment, a thin stream of white light that originated from an unknown point in the sky shot down at blinding speeds.

When the stream of white light materialized, its illuminating effects were so great that it could easily be seen from hundreds of kilometers away.

That's when it happened—a thunderous cataclysmic force erupted from above the Night Lord's Crypt.

...BOOOOOOOM!

"Allied forces! Commence the attack!" Solomon commanded.

With that order being given from Solomon, the assault on the Night Lord's Crypt had officially begun.

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'It's finally started.'

It had not been that long since Izroth and the 9th Division reached the rendezvous point of the allied forces along with Aurie's 2nd Unit. However, after leaving the Nightfall Glades, their journey to the Night Lord's Crypt went smoothly and gave them time to recuperate.

Fortunately, all of the 9th Division members had consumed an Ocean Spring Pill. So, their fatigue recovery rate and general stamina were much higher than the average player's. It was mostly their mental fatigue that suffered and needed recovery time after the intense clashes that occurred at the Nightfall Glades.

Izroth, "Everyone, remember to stay on your guard. Look out for those closest to you; however, your own safety should be top priority."

Izroth had been keeping a close eye on the 9th Division members, and he was not disappointed.

Izroth and the rest of the 9th Division had already switched over to voice chat so that their communication would not get immediately lost in the inevitable chaos.

'No one seems to be dragging their feet, so that's a good sign. Now, then—it's time we cut this Night Lord off at his roots.'

Just as this thought crossed Izroth's mind, he received some alerts from the system.

〈System Alert: Your War Objectives have been updated!〉

〈System Alert: Warning! An Emergency War Objective is now available!〉

〈System Alert: A new quest has been generated! Due to special circumstances, the quest «Hidden Guardian of the Mortal Realm» has been automatically accepted.〉