This is indeed an extremely bloodthirsty army!
The large army came with the purpose of capturing Weed.
“Knights, Priests, Magicians, and Soldiers were all on horseback and chasing us with amazing speed.”
The Phoenixes he sent in five directions to scout had returned and reported.
Weed stroked the back of Yellow’s neck. “Yellowy, let’s go quickly from now on. Any more laziness and dinner will be beef soup.”
Even without Weed’s threat, Yellowy was extremely worried every time food was prepared. He was getting stressed to the point of losing his perfectly good fur.
Weed’s eyes looked like they really wanted to soak Yellowy’s head or feet for a while whenever Weed boiled soup!
MOOOOOOO!
Yellowy increased his speed and charged forth with his supple body. With speed easily exceeding a horse’s, downhill or uphill, he ran without rest.
“Bingryong.”
“Speak, Master.”
“Use Breath once and come back.”
The Ice Breath he used after flying to the Embinyu Church’s pursuers! Like drinking a glass of milk every morning, he was ordered to shoot out Ice Breath everyday.
The Embinyu Church’s pursuers sustained injuries by the Ice Breath and were dying little by little.
“Phoenixes.”
“We are listening to your words, Master.”
“You guys go and torch them. If they ascend the mountains or woods, quickly set them on fire.”
It was a strategy that didn’t consider the likes of nature conservation. Attacking with fire! In the forests with many trees and flammable reed beds, the Phoenixes attacked the pursuers without fail.
“Bingryong, is there a canyon or large forest around here?”
“You need to move a bit to the west.”
“Let’s go there.”
He chose a path difficult for a large army to move through and delayed the pursuers.
Fairly fighting one on one!
A duel of Knights fighting with their honor on the line!
Warriors fighting with their lives!
Weed was far, far away from those things.
Even though the Priests and Magicians used protective magic, they took considerable damage from Ice Breath, killing over dozens of people. The horses slipped due to the frozen ground, and the movement speed of the Soldiers were delayed.
However, once the Embinyu Church’s pursuers came a certain distance, they ignored all obstacles and caught up by traveling in a nearly straight line. Since they were moving at maximum speed to catch up to Weed, the damage they have taken from Ice Breath had accumulated.
Even Weed could see the dust trail produced by the pursuers.
“We’re screwed. They are almost upon us!”
The drunkard Smith, who had tried to help, gave up everything and was drowning in despair as he sought more and more alcohol.
However, Weed didn’t think this was the end. He had already accounted for the pursuers catching up to them at this point.
“I’ll make it more troublesome for them.”
He used an underhanded tactic of deliberately going only to places where monsters gathered, making slight detours and causing fights!
An escape superior to that of mud eels, creatures who make streams muddy!
The Embinyu Church’s pursuers advanced straight through Bingryong’s Breath and while fighting monsters.
The Dark Knights and Soldiers went through as they cut up the ordinary monsters, but the damage to the troops were great.
The pursuer numbers gradually dwindled and their stamina also reached the limit. The horses frothed as they collapsed, while the Priests and Magicians became a wreck.
Then, Weed found an herb field where many yellow grasses bloomed.