Guild Wars

Chapter 1238: Major Kril

Around 12 hours later, Draco stood amongst his squad on a huge rally ground where all the other squads allocated to this battlefield also stood in orderly rows. The 1000th squad stood somewhere in the middle of the entire ground, surprisingly docile this time.

After all, before them stood the army commander for their battlefield, Major Kril. He was a cold-faced ice man, with bright-colored skin, dainty features, and medium armor that was painted blackish-yellow.

His cyan-colored eyes swept over the entire army laid out before him, his eyes stopping on a few warriors of notable repute or great performance so far.

When his eyes passed over Draco, he paused with surprise, as he had hardly seen a pure human who was as handsome as Draco without being burly. One should know that the entire roster of warriors of the WMP consisted of myriad races, humans actually were a minority.

Major Kril himself was from the Ice Elf race, not affiliated with the elves of this realm that they were about to kill. As for his moral challenges in killing fellow elves from a different region well… did humans from one continent care about slaughtering humans from another?

He was appointed here to this battlefield specifically because he was an elf, and as an elf, he would know how best to kill his own kind. Only a skilled thief can catch another skilled thief after all.

"So far, our advance through the Elven Kingdom has been slow, hindered by their usage of guerrilla tactics. We have suffered enough losses that high command have given a special order down for us to obey." Major Kril spoke while seated with the other leaders of the encampment, his eyes cold and his voice bereft of emotions.

He waved to the side, which saw some Gnolls pushing in various thick carts which contained something that Draco found familiar.

Major Kril flicked a finger, summoning one of the items on the cart with some form of telekineses into his palm, holding it up for all to see.

"This is a special craft made by our crafters from the pavilion. After studying some of the recovered corpses of the elves of this realm, we have been able to identify their special characteristics in comparison to others."

As Major Kril said this, some squad captains ragged in a few elves three male and one female.

For the first time, Draco got to see the elves of this Wizard Realm, but he was surprised to see that they were not the typical High Elven type. Rather, they were a mix of high elven and wood elf.

Fair skin, golden hair, green colored eyes, and slender bodies streamlined for fighting and moved through the forests. They also wore clothing that was forest green which was a simple shirt with leather armor on top and a pair of shorts that revealed their legs.

Naturally, each of them was extremely attractive, but no one here seemed to feel any lust. In fact, when they were brought out, there was a sharp spike in killing intent and hatred.

One should know that literally every warrior here had gone through the same tests that Draco did, so they also passed the Killing Intent test. The congregation of such a force almost caused the weather to change, but it did not touch the elves because Major Kril simply erected a translucent barrier around them.

Despite the wave of unwarranted killing intent, Major Kril did not chastise or stop the flow of such force, rather smiling for the first time since he had appeared here, as if satisfied. He allowed the killing intent to wash over the elves enough to make their faces pale, but not enough to suppress them to death.

Despite this, the elves did not seem to falter, also releasing their own killing intent and hatred freely as their eyes became bloodshot. Clearly, they did not fear these wretched invaders and would likely fight to the death no matter what happened.

Seeing this, Draco seemed to understand the state of the war slightly without even stepping on the battlefield.

"And this is what high command has sent down, the Elf Extinction Bomb. Simply toss this near a congregation of elves from this realm, and you will no longer have any problems." Major Kril continued after a while, allowing the warriors to vent their hatred indirectly.

He once again softly flicked a finger, and the bomb landed in front of the group of kneeling captured elves. They showed surprise when it didn't explode majestically, but simply released a greyish-black gas that seemed to have a life of its own as it rushed into their bodies from ear, nostril, and mouth forcibly.

Almost immediately, their faces changed to one of horror as they began to scream and thrash. It did not take long for the entire army to witness four beings turning from attractive and healthy humanoids into pieces of rotting flesh that had broken off into chunks over the course of 30 seconds.

The rally grounds were deathly silent after that.

All the warriors were tough bastards who had seen blood enough times to build actual killing intent, but almost everyone had their pupils constricted sharply. They had never heard of a thing like biochemical warfare and being shown it very directly was extremely chilling.

It was not the fact that the outcome was horrifying, it was how the WMP was able to produce this in a short period and in such quantity!

One should know that the conquest of the Wizard Realm had not even been going on for a year!

In this period of time, the WMP had achieved this?

Then what about their various home realms where the WMP had a branch or had conquered?

If they rebelled or became problems for the WMP could they just develop a similar weapon like this and wipe out their entire people?

Meanwhile, Draco was frowning. He understood that he was no longer in the Western Fantasy realm but the void nexus which consisted of many worlds, some subsets of others like the Wizard realm while some were humongous like the Sci-fi or Eastern Fantasy.

It was entirely possible for the WMP to have encountered a modern-like sub-world like the Racing World, the Superhero World, or the First Person Shooter World. They may not have conquered them ruthlessly and simply established branches, but they would then have access to technology akin to the modern age!

While each realm had its laws - like Western Fantasy that only allowed magitech and not a hint of electrical tech - some things could still be bypassed. This Wizard Realm was closer to a sub-world of Western Fantasy given the similarities as well as the general setting, which was why he had seen a lot of magitech so far.

Now, even the bombs used by goblins and gnomes were brought here and they were filled with a gas that could break down the cellular structure of a specific species.

This was not impossible for any Tradeskill crafter to make, but the idea had to be inspired by modern tech as something like this did not exist even in the Western Fantasy Realm. Not to mention it would have to be cleverly crafted to fit the laws of this realm and be recognized as usable.

The War Maniac Pavilion… not simple!

Draco's eyes narrowed. He immediately took back his casual disregard for the WMP. While his full power could likely destroy the entire organization, the entire problem of why they hadn't smashed everything within Boundless World to paste yet was precisely because they couldn't unleash their full power without breaking the basket.

Within the maximum limit of power he could use in the void nexus, within the Western Fantasy, and within this wizard realm, he could likely fend off any severe threats to his life and retreat unscathed, which was why he didn't much care.

However, the WMP had access to far too many resources.

It could significantly cause trouble for him and his plans if they leveraged those resources to deal with him.

Draco was suddenly glad he decided to roleplay as a soldier on a whim and did not smash the headquarters to paste when he got there as he initially wanted to do. While he might have achieved that goal, the aftermath would have been problematic.

"Every warrior will be granted a satchel of five bombs each. Use them in the greatest congregation of the elves for the best results and bring back their remains for us to verify the efficiency of utility." Major Kril continued after waving a hand for the gnolls to clean up the remaining pieces of rotting, blackened flesh.

He crossed his legs in a gentlemanly manner before speaking straightforwardly. "As you can imagine, these bombs are hard to make, requiring top-tier resources and expert craftsmanship to produce in such quantities. While the pavilion is not desperate or cheap enough to make you pay for them, we cannot let you sue them wastefully."

"As such, your squad leaders will inspect your satchels after every battle and you will account for each bomb used. One must kill at least 5 or more elves at once and the remains must be collected for verification purposes."

Major Kril shook his head at this point. "Do not ask nor tell me about the difficulties of retrieving such remains in battle or in a tough situation. You are handpicked warriors from various realms with the best ability among millions, so use your own special talent to find a way."

Major Kril stopped speaking and turned to face the table before him which was splayed with a huge battle map of the entire battlefield and the various key information about the conquest so far. From there, a scarred bugbear in heavy armor stepped forth with a fierce gaze, glancing at everyone coldly.

"The battle is at hand! Squad leaders, deploy your squads to your areas of the battlefield and push forward! Do not return until 6 hours have elapsed or you have captured your target area!" he roared with a thump on his chest, making the metal clang respond.

"Yes, sir!" The entire army responded with a rather solid salute, dispersing immediately squad by squad in an orderly fashion.

The 1000th squad followed Mirakil out of the encampment and mounted their various travel mounts one by one. Everyone had different types, from birds to horses, to even bears. Only Jenna flapped her wings and hovered above the ground while glancing at the rest with disdain.

Eyes fell on Draco to see what mount he would summon, and the man himself began to ponder.

Traveling… he had many methods.

There was direct teleportation using the Space Branch of his bloodline, but that was too ostentatious. If he wanted to reveal that he was overpowered, he would have simply released his aura on his squad members when they were talking crap earlier on.

There was flight using his angel wings, his Demon wings, or other types of wings in his bloodline. However, Jenna had already done that he wasn't to give the rapacious bird-woman freak less of a reason to want to defile him till he dealt with her.

There was either flight using psychic powers like transvection or control as well as magic like subjective magic by controlling the wind or using his God Serpent branch to utilize the innate flight of the Jiao among others. He didn't think this idea was bad.

There was also summoning his only official mount, Sheera, and showing off since she was more exotic than any of these mounts. However, that was now extremely awkward because she could also transform into a humanoid Egyptian-looking beauty, which was weird for Draco.

Not to mention that was another man's wife. While he often fooled around with Qiong Qi and Clarent, some basic rules and boundaries had to be respected. Eva could transform into any bird with her Avian Goddess branch, but did that mean that Draco would be okay if someone like Caelo mounted her to travel?

Finally, there was acting like a pleb and taking advantage of his near-infinite stamina to follow them on foot while they mocked him internally and lowered their overall evaluation of him.

Yosh! Let's go with this one!