Necromancer, summoning 055? What the heck?

Chapter 63 Rapid Charge and Close Combat
Since arriving in this world, Chen Mo had always heard that this continent had finally achieved hard-won peace after years of war.

The various kingdoms adhered to elaborate etiquette, carefully guarding this fragile time. Nobles were fond of elegant communication and meticulous negotiations, while the mercenary guild served as a channel and bridge for resolving disputes.

Aside from localized border skirmishes and the annual orcish autumn hunt, the vast land of humans has been free of the horns of large-scale, all-out war for centuries.

This is an era touted as "peaceful" and "stable".

However, Chen Mo had also sensed the pent-up energy emanating from beneath the volcano more than once.

In the eerie shadows of Black Crow Castle, he witnessed how nobles ruthlessly trampled on commoners, their eyes filled with desolation and barely concealed rage as they dared not speak out.

At Sixleaf Camp and Hedgehog Tavern, amidst the cacophony of cheap alcohol and the stench of sweat, drunken gamblers huddled together, cursing the world in their rough voices. No matter how much they struggled, their tightly clenched coins slipped through their fingers like quicksand, leaving not a glimmer of hope.

In Whitestone, bankrupt mercenaries and landless farmers endure the cruelest exploitation just to get a scrap of food for themselves and their families.

Chen Mo still remembers old John's long sigh: "I think war is just a matter of time."

In modern political science theory, when peace lasts for a long time, the exploitation of the lower class by the upper class becomes more and more serious, and social contradictions intensify to the point of being irreconcilable, war will inevitably break out as scheduled.

It could be an internal conflagration—people who can't survive take up their sickles, overthrow the officials, or even their own lives.

Either it's the trampling of external forces—using the blood of foreign tribes to extinguish the resentment of one's own people.

Whatever the reason, war truly broke out.

The information brought by the reconnaissance cavalry was also very limited, but one thing was certain: the entire southern part of the continent, whether actively or passively, had been drawn into this massive war.

"Green Pine... Green Pine and Stream Moon have both declared war on the Jade Kingdom! An urgent message from home tells you to evacuate quickly, or it will be too late."

This is truly the worst news imaginable.

South of the Dark Forest lies the Stream Moon Federation, and north of the Dark Forest lies the Green Pine Kingdom. In other words, this group from Cloud Mist Territory is now in the territory of a vast enemy country, surrounded by enemies on all sides.

The leaders of Cloud Mist Territory immediately began a closed-door meeting. More than an hour later, Princess Liushuang, pale-faced, finally emerged from her tent and walked absentmindedly to Chen Mo's side.

"Chen Mo, you should leave, you should leave now."

Chen Mo frowned slightly, not quite understanding what was going on, when the head guard, Peiwen, who had strode over, added clearly: "Mr. Chen, the war in the south has begun. As members of the territory, we must rush back to fight. The journey will be very dangerous!"

"Since you're not from the Emerald Kingdom, don't stay with us. Find a place to hide for a while, or try to return to your family! It will be safer that way!"

Princess Liushuang nodded, forcing a smile on her small face: "Yes, remember to come find me after the war is over. You promised to teach me to recite."

Chen Mo's thoughts raced in a flash. To be frank, the longer he was in contact with this world, the more he could feel the diversity of its people.

Greed, tyranny, kindness, and integrity intertwine to form the true face of the Starry Continent. In any case, the people of Cloud Mist Territory are the friendliest group of people I have ever met.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have ended up here by a twist of fate, having traveled from the Six Leaves Camp.

"I... I don't really have anywhere to go! Besides, there are still those zircon tails to follow, I can't leave them either!"

Pevon gripped the handguard tightly: "They won't be causing you any trouble soon!"

The war had already begun, and for Peiwen, how could he tolerate such an elite enemy squad following behind him? Doing Chen Mo a favor was just a convenient thing to do.

Inside the camp, auxiliary soldiers were deftly and quickly wrapping the hooves of each warhorse with thick gray fur. Under the cover of the tents, the elite cavalry of Cloud Mist Territory silently mounted their horses, lightly armored, short weapons in hand, and crossbows nocked—they were about to launch a lightning attack!
Peiwen mounted a tall horse, and Chen Mo, seeing this usually gentle and refined captain of the guard for the first time, was now radiating a palpable killing intent. After their daily quiet conversations, Chen Mo had almost forgotten that this was a violent professional soldier.

The warhorses began to accelerate slowly within the camp. Because of the fur covering their hooves, their sounds became extremely faint. So much so that it wasn't until they rushed out of the camp that the Zircon squad, which had been following closely behind, suddenly realized what was happening and hurriedly ran towards their mounts.

That's too late!

The Cloud Mist Cavalry, charging at full speed, closed the attack range in just a few breaths, unleashing a barrage of crossbow bolts, primarily targeting the enemy's mounts.

Before the Zircon Territory cavalry could even pick up speed, they fell one after another in the rain of arrows. Only the Knight of Tickport ignored the crossbow bolts aimed at him, continuously slashing left and right to protect his warhorse.

A gust of wind swept by, and Captain Peiwen leaped off his horse, activating the swordsman's exclusive combat skill—Charge!
"boom!"

The fallen leaves on the ground were plowed open, creating a long gash. In the blink of an eye, the Golden Scale Swordsman and the Black Armor Knight clashed fiercely, the enormous sound like a heavy hammer blow to the eardrums of everyone present.

This was immediately followed by a series of clanging and clashing weapons.

Both were warriors trained by the kingdom's orthodox tradition, and their swordsmanship clearly reflected the style of the Qiyue Dynasty, characterized by its bold and sweeping movements.

Because their combat strength was similar, the fight should have been evenly matched, but in reality, Tickport couldn't hold on for more than a few seconds.

Relying on the support of his team and healers, Peiwen once again employed a strategy of trading blows for blows, aiming to kill with every strike. This left the Zircon Knight flustered and roaring incessantly.

"Are you all insane? You're attacking an envoy of a marquis, the captain of the guard of a high-ranking noble!"

"Stop! We mean no harm, we are just following the city lord's orders!"

"Let us go, and I swear on my knightly honor that I will never follow you again!"

Peiwen remained silent, launching attack after attack with each sword strike faster than the last.

"You madman, you madman, do you think I really wouldn't dare to kill you?"

Seeing his wounds multiplying and his cavalrymen all shot down by the enemy, Tickport's eyes flashed with ferocity. He finally let out a strange cry, turned around and took a blow from Peven's sword, then charged forward, smashing through two Emerald Cavalrymen blocking his way, and headed straight for the Dark Forest.

Although entering the Dark Forest might mean being intercepted by the elves, Captain Pevin clearly didn't want to give his opponents any chance to escape. He launched another rapid charge, directly blocking their escape route.

Using such rapid acceleration skills continuously in a short period of time puts a tremendous strain on the body, but Pevin doesn't care; with a healer behind him, he can be reckless.

The two clashed again, and Peiwen staggered back a few steps, finally blocking his opponent's escape route.

However, this was the opportunity that Tickport had been waiting for.

The Zircon family's city guard captain was no ordinary man. Knowing that his chances of escaping after being entangled were slim, the Zircon Knight Commander used the momentum of the collision to knock Peiwen aside and instead of retreating, he advanced straight towards the Cloud Mist Territory's camp.

Several cavalrymen tried to stop him, but were mercilessly knocked aside, demonstrating the power of the Xuanjia Grand Knight.

Peiwen was desperately chasing after them. The warriors of Cloud Mist Territory hastily formed a battle formation at the camp entrance. Master Locke gripped his magic pendant tightly, throwing one protective measure after another to the warriors at the entrance. Even Lady Linda, suppressing her trembling, stood in front of the young princess...

None of this could stop Captain Zircon from charging forward like a rampaging rhinoceros.

Chen Mo crouched down, raised his gun, and fired!
The clatter of gunfire echoed across the valley.

(End of this chapter)