Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 602 Let’s fight!

"Boss, you've finally arrived!"

While Bard and his companions were caught in the middle of the two groups and in a dilemma, they suddenly saw the lord and the female thief walking over.

"Hmm, the atmosphere is really lively! Great, everyone's full of energy!"

"Stop joking, boss. The boys' confidence can't withstand much more damage. You'd better see what to do."

Seeing that his boss was still all smiles and showed no sign of anxiety, Bard, who was already at his wit's end, quickly passed the hot potato to him.

In a good mood, the lord didn't rush to respond. Instead, he walked over to the militia and, just like the leaders who went down to the grassroots level in his previous life, encouraged and comforted the young men of the militia, perfectly emulating their approachable manner.

"So what do you have to be ashamed of? If a month of training isn't enough, then train for a year. If you can't beat someone one-on-one, then come at me all at once."

"Why did you join the militia? To be brave and violent? To seek adventure and excitement?"

"No, you're fighting to defend your land and your homeland."

"Of course, we'll also protect your lord who's not good at fighting."

Secretary Zhang's kind words and a touch of humor excited and invigorated the group of new recruits, who, led by a few quick-witted leaders, began to clap their hands.

Nancy and Bud, who were standing nearby, almost burst out laughing when they heard the end of the story. They turned their heads to the side and tried their best to control their expressions.

Not good at fighting? You?
Even Kadmond couldn't hold back, grimacing for a while before managing to compose himself before Master Zhang arrived in front of him.

“Chanem… Your Excellency, we have come here at your invitation, with high expectations, but we have received very little response or confirmation.”

"I am not criticizing or expressing dissatisfaction,"

The vice-captain, being stared at by the mage lord's kind gaze, suddenly realized that his emotional control wasn't quite up to par, though the die was cast:

"You know us, sir. We are not mercenaries driven by profit, nor are we refugees seeking handouts,"

"Our pursuit is duty and honor."

The former Flame Fist members who had been eavesdropping nearby nodded in agreement, revealing expressions of pride and satisfaction.

"Oh."

The monk gave a noncommittal "oh," then turned his head and glanced at the crowd with a somewhat indifferent expression.

The smiles remained, but the previously exhilarated Flame Fist members suddenly felt a tightness in their chests, their joyful hearts clouded with gloom as if being stared at by a ferocious beast.

"Well said, as the saying goes, with great power comes great power."

"With great power comes great responsibility, and from this comes glory."

"You guys are quite ambitious, you've got a long-term vision, huh?"

Although the morning breeze was refreshing, Kadmon felt a strange dampness on his back. Looking around, he saw that his teammates, who had originally surrounded him, had now shielded him in front of them.

"Your Lordship, please forgive our rashness; this was merely an impulsive request made without thinking."

"As outsiders, we lack an opportunity to prove ourselves."

"Understandable,"

The monk's tone shifted, his smile softening slightly, carrying a somewhat enigmatic meaning:

"At present, there are no concerns about the security of the territory, so the primary task should be development and accumulation."

"I was once a member of the Flame Fist and have been in the military. I am familiar with drills and training, but I don't know much about training and preparation."

"Then this is exactly what we can do for you,"

Upon hearing this, Kadmon's eyes lit up, and he immediately gave a chest-thumping salute, saying with great confidence, "Your trust will never be betrayed. In just one year, a new Flame Fist that belongs to you will appear on the high cliff."

They're all seasoned veterans; how could they miss such a great opportunity to show their determination? Besides, this isn't just bragging. Although the team members didn't take it seriously, Kadmon still figured it out.

After spending some time with and observing them, it was found that these militiamen had decent basic skills, good formations, and discipline. However, they were not particularly impressive to the Flame Fist fighters, who emphasized teamwork and individual combat.

Kadmon, who served as the deputy captain, saw further ahead. This cliff militia was undoubtedly a promising talent, and it was only a matter of time before they matured.

“That’s a great idea, yes, I mean I have no objection.”

The mage lord was only halfway through his sentence, and before the other party could even feel happy, a twist occurred:
"However, this training method is not my idea alone; the militia instructors may have some different opinions."

"what?"

Kadmon instinctively looked at Bard, who shook his head in response:

"Old buddy, don't underestimate me. I'm just temporarily leading the team. Their coach is much better than me."

Impressive? How impressive can it be?

Not only Kadmond, but the Flame Fist members who overheard their conversation also had some doubts, but their concerns were quickly answered.

Tier 5 Summoning Spell + Super Magic Technique - Twin Summoning.

Amidst the slightly bewildered gazes of the crowd, two imposing, almost towering figures appeared on the open ground where the light and shadow had dissipated.

One of them had red hair and a charred face, his eyes like volcanic lava about to erupt, and he held a spear and a giant shield, wearing heavy black rock armor.

Just one glance evokes images of war, rage, destruction, and similar concepts.

Looking at the other warrior, he was eight feet tall and had a waist of eight feet. His barrel-like, round body, coupled with his hairy, walrus-like face, gave him a somewhat endearing appearance.

However, no fool present would dare to underestimate the other party.

Regardless of the strength implied by his physique, just looking at the frost-like spiritual energy surrounding him and the imposing aura in his eyes, one knows that he is another formidable figure.

hiss~
The Flame Fist members gasped in astonishment. None of them were fools; these two men's aura was truly astonishing.

And look at those green recruits who still smell of dirt...

I said, is it really worth it for a bunch of militiamen? What have they done to deserve this?
"So it's you who're pointing fingers at my soldiers?"

Mars was the first to speak out; the Olympian god of war had never been one for patience.

“A soldier who challenges me is a soldier who challenges me, so,”

As he spoke, he slammed the giant shield to the ground, his sharp, burning gaze piercing towards Flame Fist:
"Come on, let's fight! Let me see what you're made of."

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Now it's Cadmon and his group's turn to be in the spotlight. Although it's not Flame Fist's style to be cowardly before the battle even begins, the difference in strength between the two sides is clearly visible.

Without giving the Flame Fist members a chance to refuse, Mars continued to roar:

"You, all together!"

"I can forgive the weak for banding together."

Having said that, the Flame Fist members, cornered against the wall, also began to show some anger.

"I am Flame Fist, and glory is my life."

Cademon mustered his courage, struck his shield with his battle axe, and sang; the others lined up and echoed him in hushed tones.

Mars silently took everything in, remaining indifferent and silent.

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