1659 Was It Real?
Above the gates, many swallowed their saliva hard, stretching their anxious necks like chickens.
"I see nothing. No movements yet."
No invader would camp in a place that could be seen from the city walls. The enemy camp hid behind a small hill to the left.
Timothy strutted back and forth on the walls, mining from one point to another in hopes of getting a good glimpse at the hill's horizon. And soon, there was movement.
"Look! Look! Look!... the mighty metal carriages are moving again!"
"What's that? The carriages are pulling the giant bow and arrows too!"
What? Are they planning to attack them?
They didn't have enough firepower to keep defending the city anymore.
At least during this time when the strangers attacked their original enemies, they hastily sent for all blacksmiths to find a solution for the city gates that had massive holes in them.
"Your majesty, what are your orders?"
Several generals stared at Timothy in silence while the archers already had their arrows stretched.
The air was tense and everyone was heated.
How were they to face such monstrosities?
Gritting their teeth, many already knew today might be their death day.
However, something unexpected happened that made the situation flip 180 degrees over.
Eh?
"Your majesty, what are they doing?"
Everyone watched as the massive carriages steadily slowed down reaching halfway through the open fields.
And soon, the top of the vehicle opened, and a familiar figure appeared, waving at them frantically. He also had a small device close to his mouth.
"Father! Father! It's over! They are good people! I'm back! I'm back! I made it back on time!"
... (!●□●!)...
The 3rd prince?
Everyone was dumbfounded, looking at themselves as though forming their eyes and ears were still working the same.
You look at me; I look at you.
You look at me; I pinch your harms.
Sure enough, it wasn't a dream.
1, 2, 3...
"Hooray!!!!!"
Cheers of victory echoed throughout the wall, as the commanders, generals, and soldiers flared their hands merrily.
"Miracle! Miracle!"
"The 3rd prince has saved us all!"
The jubilant mood of the victorious troops was palpable.
The most amazing thing was that none of them had lost their lives today!
Such a victory was unprecedented and unheard of.
This was a story they would tell their grandchildren by the fire-side in their old age.
'Grandson... I tell you it was amazing! The third prince appeared with a formidable allure that swept hundreds and thousands of foes in a blink of an eye. In fact, they had superpowers! Just looking at the opponent, they managed to kill them with a single glare."
[Future Grandchildren.]: Grandpa, why do I think you're exaggerating things?
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Bahahhahahahahahahhaha!~
Timothy laughed loudly, shaking one of the Commanders to the point of dizziness.
"Look! Look at that! Did you see it? There! That's my boy! He did it! He really saved his old man and his people!"
Timothy has never been prouder of Artemis than now. He might be strict with his sons but behind closed doors, he would brag about them to the many ministers, nobles, commanders, and generals who were close to him.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Tell them to open the gates now! Open the gates quickly! You must not delay the 3rd prince and our esteemed guests!" Timothy bellowed, almost falling off the edge of the walls from excitement.
"Your majesty, please calm down." One of the monsters pleaded while grabbing his majesty who was about to fall to his death.
"What's wrong with you, old dog, let me go! Can't you see my son has arrived? Do you know how hard it is to contain the pride in my heart? Well of course you don't. Your son only spends time in bars. So how will you know?"
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Your majesty, it's times like this that I wish to punch you in the face. You're lucky you're my old sworn brother or I would've sliced you to pieces. Commander Gordon inwardly cursed.
"Ah!- " Timothy slapped his armored thigh hard.
"What am I still doing here conversing with you? I have to go down and meet them! Hahahhahahahha~... my son is back! My son is back!"
Those closest to Timothy smiled wryly, seeing his fleeting silhouette.
What else could they say? "Follow."
The group followed with calm faces, yet their hurried footsteps said otherwise.
Who are their allies? Where are they from? How did the 3rd prince manage to convince such powerful people?
The curiosity was eating them inside.
In the meantime, Artemis still had his head poked out of the main vehicle enjoying the freeze to the fullest.
Hey... why was this so comfortable?
With the awesome speed, the wind in his face, the sun high up, and the smooth no-bump feeling one typically gets in a wooden carriage, Artemis was really enjoying himself here.
Hey... wouldn't it be great to have a topless Baymardian vehicle for the hotter seasons?
Artemis didn't know that such a car existed and was called a convertible.
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"Give way! Give way! Give enough space for the godly carriages to drive in!"
Several lead giants ordered their units, as they watched the many magnificent vehicles storm in dashingly.
Well, they had to admit that the way these vehicles curved and drifted was so cool, awakening their genuine love for automobiles.
You have to know that since the dawn of time, men in particular, had a special love for locomotives.
When the discovery that horses and other animals can be used for transportation, men crowded the horses, talking about them, as though describing a vehicle's engine, horsepower and other internal factors.
And when the wheel was discovered, they did the same thing, amazed by its usefulness and power.
Whether it was a carriage, a horse, a wagon, or a trolley cart, men were fascinated by all modes of transportation, marveling that each improvement was done with them over the years.
Do you know how much people bid on the latest carriage style?
It was akin to someone buying a Ferrari or luxury car in modern times!
