Chapter 817: The Magic Commander

Far away in the Mongol camp, Kai Xin had no idea the impact and shock his actions of wiping out Mongol cavalry on the grasslands had brought to the Central Plains.
After nightfall, his score soared from 35 points to 6,700 points in less than twenty minutes—not only taking the top spot in rankings but also leaving countless martial arts masters from the Central Plains far behind!
This day…
Was destined to be a sleepless night.
Yet Kai Xin’s achievements reminded many that although both sides had ceased fighting to rest, it didn’t mean there were no opportunities to earn points—army camps could order soldiers, but they couldn’t control martial artists.
If martial artists followed the same schedule as soldiers—charging forward during battles and returning to camp to rest after the battle— it would be utterly ineffective!
Martial artists should have their own ways of operating!
They should use their own unique methods to influence the course of war!
That night, countless martial arts masters from the Central Plains left the camp and silently disappeared into the grasslands, including Lu Mingyue…
…
“So it’s just a centurion, huh? Hmph…” After defeating the formidable Mongol cavalry, Kai Xin was surprised to find that the centurion’s axe hadn’t been damaged. After finishing off the remaining Mongol cavalry, he discovered it was a first-class weapon of the second tier, with an attack power of 1,600 and attributes surpassing those of ordinary first-class weapons.
A weapon that dropped in rank so quickly?
Kai Xin was both surprised and excited!
Although he still didn’t consider a first-class weapon of the second tier to be anything special, a fully formed weapon of this rank was still valuable. Though first-class equipment was becoming more common, the market was far from saturated, and demand was high. Selling this weapon for a million wouldn’t be a problem—many people could now craft their own equipment, naturally driving down prices.
But…
If a centurion could drop a first-class weapon of the second tier, then a thousand-man commander, ten-thousand-man commander, and generals would surely drop even more advanced and high-ranked equipment!
This was a great opportunity…
“Kai Xin!”
“The main force is coming!!” Yu Yan cried out not far away.
The scattered torches illuminated hundreds of Mongol cavalry corpses, restoring silence to the grasslands. From the horizon, a sea of torches and dark silhouettes rushed forward with destructive momentum. Vaguely, Kai Xin seemed to hear the distant, monotonous sound of horse hooves.

Glancing nervously around… To the east, two dark figures were fleeing in panic.
“Players?”
Worried, unable to determine whether they were friends or enemies, they didn’t dare stay put. They had to leave this troubled place before the main force could locate them.
“Xin! Let’s go!!”
Without another word, the two quickly mounted their horses.
“Gallop!”
They rushed in the opposite direction without looking back.
Fortunately, it seemed only one patrol group had arrived. Aside from the main force behind them, no other figures were visible on the grassland. Darkness returned, making it easier for the two to escape.
After riding for a while, when they reached the site of the earlier battle before the main force arrived, they promptly dismounted and vanished from the grassland.
…
“Yu!”
With a shout, the sound of horse hooves suddenly faded!
At the command of the burly man in black armor, thousands of cavalry halted instantly, standing motionless outside the desolate battlefield.
The man in black armor was clearly the leader of the cavalry unit—both in presence and equipment, he surpassed the centurion Happy had killed earlier…
His eyes narrowed slightly.
“Go take a look.”
The man in black armor detected a strong smell of blood in the air. It was hard to believe that in such a short time since the flare was fired, hundreds of his men had been reduced to almost none.
“Yes!!”
Dozens of cavalrymen carrying torches rushed out from the crowd. The continuous glow of the flames quickly illuminated an area of a hundred meters square, revealing hundreds of Mongol cavalrymen lying dead on the ground. Every familiar face was clearly visible to the cavalrymen.
Their pupils constricted…
“There’s a centurion here—he’s the leader of the patrol camp!”
Hearing his subordinate’s exclamation, the man in black armor’s brows furrowed tightly, his eyes blazing with anger. “Damn those Central Plains masters… Someone!”
“I’m here, sir!”
“Pass the order—say that Central Plains martial arts experts have infiltrated our camp. The Khan must send a few experts here!”
“As you command!”
A group of cavalrymen rushed off to carry out the order.
Just as they were about to leave, a loud and authoritative voice suddenly rang out from behind the group:
“No need!”
A huge dark shadow, like a giant bat, flew over the crowd and landed right in front of the man in black armor!
The man was in his forties, tall and burly, with sharp eyes and a stern gaze. His chiseled face exuded authority even without anger. Set against a luxurious purple cloak, he appeared extremely imposing and tall!
Seeing who had arrived, the man in black armor’s expression changed. He quickly dismounted.
“Saluting you, Lord Strategist!”
Whoosh!

Almost simultaneously, thousands of cavalry dismounted in a grand display, kneeling on one knee! A loud and unified voice rang out from the dim grasslands: “We pay our respects to the Demon Marshal!!” As soon as the words faded, the mysterious middle-aged man turned around—it was Zhao Deyan, the “Demon Marshal,” the top expert of the Demon Sect, the advisor to the Mongol army, and a true master at the Mythical Realm… “Any clues?” As soon as Zhao Deyan asked, the armored man hurriedly replied, “I’m ignorant! We don’t have any detailed information about the enemy yet, but it’s certain they are martial arts experts from the Central Plains. Most of them can kill with a single strike, and their numbers are small.” Zhao Deyan said nothing more. He walked among the corpses, his gaze sharp as lightning as he scanned the mess. Quickly, he noticed some oddities in the wounds: most of the Mongol cavalry had been killed by arrows; some were killed instantly by powerful palm strikes; and others had sword wounds—identical to those found along the route they had taken. “The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms… These were caused by Douzhuan Xingyi or Qiankun Dan Nuo Yi… As for the sword techniques, they were extremely fast—hard to identify for now.” In just a few words, Zhao Deyan revealed a lot of information, then frowned: “It seems to be that kid from the Murong family…” “The Murong family?” “A rising star in the Central Plains martial arts world. He’s quite skilled and a serious threat to our Demon Sect… If it’s him, you’re of no use here… Go back! All of you, go back!” Once the cavalry returned, Zhao Deyan turned away from the sparse stars, glanced quickly at the two rows of hoofprints in the distance, and sneered, “Daring to penetrate deep into the enemy’s rear on day one—young people truly are ignorant and fearless!” With that, he vanished in a whoosh… The grasslands returned to silence!