Next morning, envoys from other nations arrived one by one.
Duke Yanlong-Sora clash spread wide; two nations' troops tension boiled, blades nearly drawn.
Fire Dragon Duke pushed early three-trial start—Osman denied, set first afternoon: 1000-soldier clash. News dropped: elites sword-sharpened.
Afternoon, host-city plain: duel nations' troops primed.
Gramon's thousand sword-guards. Yanlong's thousand spear-guards.
Two thousand squared 200 meters apart, wheeled left-right formations.
Osman, Yanlong, Sora, Three Kingdoms envoys viewed 500 meters aside plain.
Osman-Yanlong head-seated; Sora rear-Kirche, eyes met affection-sparked.
"Father beat you? Kirche," Sora low-asked.
Kirche startled: "Dad?"
"Oh—father?" Sora rephrased.
Kirche head-shook: "Wand seized—room locked."
"Tough."
"Fine—Sora, last night hurt bad? Father [square-rank] 20 years—half-year mage you? Too much." Kirche griped slight.
"Fine—as long you," Sora smiled Kirche-eyed.
Kirche heart-fluttered, head-low dared not.
Osman chuckled. Yanlong gloom-faced.
Two [square-rank] mages sharp-eared: Sora-Kirche whispers caught.
Scene-shift: troops arrayed forward-pushed, contact neared.
Sword-guards four-groups side-advanced.
Spears center-protruded, flanks concave.
Soon spears swords clashed.
Spears thrust high; swords long-knives blocked. Spears retracted-stabbed repeat—swords distance-forced panicked parried.
Yanlong calm inner-proud.
Mid-sword groups pinned: flank pairs wheeled spear-flanks pierced.
Front-guarded spears sideways-turned attacked.
Awl pulled wing-harassed; spears chased broke formation. Timely retreat—gaps weak.
Pinned swords center-struck: swords charged roared.
"Kill!" "Kill!!" "On me!!" "Charge!"
Spear-blood surge overwhelmed spears; front dozens impaled un dodged, bloodied. Knives no-cut: pierced pressed spears back-pull blocked, knives hurled forward gripped.
Spear-awl tip sword-blood sacrificed; rear swords gap-flooded spear-ranks.
"Good—Gramon's fine troops," Osman praised.
"Not bad," Yanlong light.
Swords spear-mid broke, broadswords whirled slashed.
Spears forward-thrusted: barged swords defenseless hacked.
Dozens spears back-to-back circled, outward-stabbed: swords forced back.
Spears split left-right, dozens circles each.
Spears dense-sword zones moved: adjacent circle spears alternated stabbed. Swords dodged scattered assault-broke circle-ringed.
Spear-circles gear-meshed bit, crowd-weaved back-forth, sword-space crushed. Circle-range: four-five spears stabbed—swords one-by-one blocked not, hatred-drank. Spears upper-hand: circles plain-invincible.
"Not bad," Yanlong inner-rejoiced, mouth-corner upped commented.
Osman "hehe" head-low familiar-fiddled.
Nations' envoys whispered Kelmania high-praised, diplomacy-shift pondered. Albion envoy Tolistine swords distressed eyed low: "Tolistine army—meh."
Sora faint-frowned: trial wedding-block tied—first loss? Last two all-out. Third: adult [square-rank] fire dragon, [quarter-rank] Yanlong—three Tolistine [quarter-rank] victory unsure.
Swords desperation-driven: roar sudden.
Sword yellow-armor blazed; ground sharp rock-spears erupted spear-circles. "Earth spike, spike, spike"—spears heavy-casualtied. Ground-rock dodged: spears disbanded scattered. 200-plus killed-injured rock-volley.
Swords fierce-struck; armor yellow faded dull-gray.
Envoys shocked stood, mage-followers queried.
Sora Osman-Yanlong rear answer heard.
Yanlong cup-crushed: "Enchanted."
Osman smiled: "Gramon guard-effort heavy."
Sora Osman doubt-eyed; Osman: "[Square-rank] seniors silent first-tier cast, fix wands-armors—first-tier fix triples cost. Enchant-armor pricier ordinary."
Yanlong calmed even: "Right."
Field: spears circle-reformed, sword-pressed front-blocked spears quick-disadvantaged. Close: sword combat spear-suppressed.
Spears one-on-one disadvantaged, casualties climbed.
Yanlong lips-ticked hand-raised: man-sized red fireball air-shot exploded.
Distant spears signal-saw roared; red-armor glowed.
"Bad—enchanted too," Sora exclaimed.
Yanlong eyes-bright.
Spear close-sword fought: armor red-glowed, half-head crimson fireballs armor-shot front-enemies hit.
"Boom boom boom——"
Swords undodged timely: 700-800 fireballs heavy-slayed.
Spears spears ground-rolling flame-quenched pointed; uncontrolled swords 100-200. 200 spears faced: powerless.
Osman rose, wind-magic voice far-carried:
"Stop—no needless dead. Tolistine loss."
Fight-swords heard circled: charred comrades spears cold-enemy pointed. Knives tossed wept broke.
View-side Tolistine silent.
Kelmania high-spirited; Yanlong Kirche pulled left.
Kirche Sora comfort-eyed: father forced dragged.
Surround envoys letters penned home-sent.
Tolistine lost—nations no careless: Tolistine-Kelmania [enchant] elite tens-thousands war huge-role.
Sora long-exhaled, Griffins led away.
"Chin up—our turn next. No lose!"
"Yes captain," William others echoed.