World-Ending Demon Emperor
Chapter 1119 - 504: The decisive battle begins, harvest the kills!_2

Chapter 1119: 504: The decisive battle begins, harvest the kills!_2

The Elder Shaman said, "This is a special kind of Demon Bloodline. It has a powerful ability to intimidate beasts and can evoke many ancient memories within them."

The Chieftain asked, "Is it very formidable?"

The Elder Shaman replied, "It’s quite unique."

The Chieftain asked, "Is there a way to counter it?"

The Elder Shaman said, "Actually, with his abilities, he can only intimidate about a dozen warhorses at a time, so it doesn’t have a major impact on large-scale battles."

The Chieftain asked, "Is there a way to make our cavalry fearless against him?"

The Elder Shaman nodded and said, "There is. When do you think people feel completely fearless?"

The Chieftain said, "When they’re drunk."

The Elder Shaman said, "Yes, but when drunk, they’re not in control of their faculties, wobbling as they walk. There’s another case—when they’re extremely excited, they don’t understand fear, and they even forget pain."

The Chieftain said, "Elder, just tell us if there’s a way to make our warhorses stop being afraid of that guy. Otherwise, we can’t fight this battle."

The Elder Shaman said, "There is. Prepare a dose of Boiling Powder and mix it into the horses’ feed. After consuming it, the horses will feel alert and exhilarated, courageous, and utterly fearless. However, there will be consequences: two days later, the horses will become extremely fatigued and lethargic."

The Chieftain said, "Fine, then prepare it!"

...

The next morning!

Constantine received a raven-delivered message and subsequently ordered his army to retreat several miles further and establish camp on a hill.

The Chieftain of the Wild Horse Tribe burst into laughter, leading his followers to mock Constantine, calling him a coward who retreats even before truly engaging in battle.

As such, the shadow cast over the Wild Horse Tribe by Lanling’s two duels yesterday was completely lifted.

After all, it was Constantine who initiated this war, so the Wild Horse Tribe wasn’t in any hurry.

If they dragged it out and the conflict ended without any decisive results, it would count as a defeat for the Chimera Tribe since they were the ones who provoked the hostilities.

But by the evening of the second day, the Chieftain of the Wild Horse Tribe received an alarming report.

"The Ankara Tribe’s army of eleven thousand has left its territory and is heading toward the Wild Horse Tribe."

All indications pointed to Ankara’s forces aiming to attack the Wild Horse Tribe’s stronghold.

The Wild Horse Tribe’s Chieftain felt a chill down his spine and then erupted into cursing.

"Shameless Constantine, that rotten scum born from his mother’s vile place, dares to stoop so low!"

"No wonder the old bastard dared to engage in battle with only eight thousand troops against our ten thousand!"

"No wonder Constantine, the sly old crook, stalled and dragged his feet since the start of the conflict!"

The Wild Horse Tribe’s Chieftain hurled curses at the heavens, the earth, and finally went into an expletive-laden tirade directed at Constantine’s parents.

As a hot-tempered and straightforward man, the Chieftain had brought his forces to fight without hesitation when Constantine issued a challenge, unaware of his rival’s cunning pre-arrangements with the Ankara Tribe to jointly divide the Wild Horse Tribe’s holdings.

"Damn the Ankara Tribe! Aren’t they afraid that while their army is away from their territory, someone else might lead troops to raid their homeland?" The Wild Horse Tribe’s Chieftain raged. "Besides, the Chimera Tribe’s stronghold is also empty right now. Why not attack them instead? Do they think we’re easier prey?"

After venting a string of curses against the Ankara Tribe, the Wild Horse Tribe’s Chieftain fell silent.

The situation had already shifted dangerously; continued swearing was futile.

"How far is the Ankara Tribe’s army from our stronghold?" the Chieftain asked.

"Less than three hundred miles," the scout reported.

The Wild Horse Tribe faced a difficult choice: should they return with their army to defend their base, or should they engage in a decisive battle with the Chimera Tribe?

"Chieftain, if we retreat with our army now, the Chimera Tribe will definitely follow us and launch attacks from behind," said a Tribal Elder. "The most terrifying scenario would be if we got pincered by both the Chimera and Ankara forces. Our ten thousand troops could be completely annihilated."

"Exactly. The only solution now is to engage in a swift and decisive battle, defeat Constantine as quickly as possible, and then return to defend our base," a Wild Horse sub-commander added. "Once we defeat the Chimera Tribe, the Ankara Tribe will likely retreat on their own. Otherwise, while they’re attacking us, we could strike them from behind, putting them in a pincer situation."

Indeed, it seemed that a swift and decisive victory was the only option.

The Chieftain of the Wild Horse Tribe gritted his teeth in silence for a moment before decisively declaring, "Tomorrow morning, the entire army will mobilize to attack the Chimera Tribe’s forces!"

...

Thus, under Constantine’s manipulations, his force of eight thousand transitioned from the role of attacker to defender!

Moreover, his camp was firmly established on a hill, granting them the advantage of elevation.

This meant that the originally small army of eight thousand was now more than sufficient. On the battlefield, the Chimera Tribe transitioned from a disadvantage to an advantage, from a reactive position to an active one.

Additionally, the Wild Horse Tribe’s four thousand cavalry, which could have served as a key battlefield asset, were now largely neutralized.

Since Constantine’s camp sat atop the hill, its steep slopes made a cavalry charge significantly more challenging, reducing their combat effectiveness drastically.

That night, Constantine gathered his key commanders for a final pre-battle discussion.

In truth, there wasn’t much to discuss—the strategy was simple: defend the camp and prevent the Wild Horse Tribe’s army from breaking through.

Finally, Constantine looked at Du Yan, Yanggu, and Qiuju, and said, "I will honor my promise. This battle determines the destiny of our tribe. Whoever earns the greatest merit will have Nini’an as their bride."