- Fantasy Lord: Start with Daily Intelligence
- FLDI Chapter 87
**Chapter 87: Flooding the Horde**
The sea of fire spread, plunging the minotaurs into chaos.
These minotaurs, ultimately created through sorcery, were far inferior to true minotaurs. In fact, in many ways, they were closer to wild beasts than beastmen. They existed only to be sacrificed, not to be treated as true kin. As such, when faced with the raging fire, their animalistic instincts took over, and panic ensued.
Even though there were some genuine minotaurs among the horde, they were barely noticeable amid the thousands of frenzied beasts.
This chaotic situation only made the second-tier elite minotaurs more anxious.
“Damn it!” one of the second-tier elites roared, its voice filled with fury as blood-red energy surged from its body.
“Boom!”
A powerful burst of energy exploded outward, sending Perlos flying through the air.
“Ugh!” Perlos coughed up blood, and the magical auras surrounding him flickered weakly, on the verge of dissipating entirely.
The minotaur, having overpowered Perlos, now charged toward the knight brigade, aiming to destroy the magic crystal cannons.
But before it could reach them, Perlos rushed back, standing in its path once more.
“Boom!”
Perlos unleashed all his remaining life force, pushing his body to its limits to hold the minotaur back.
At the same time, the other second-tier minotaurs began to glow with a blood-red aura, their power surging as they tapped into their own secret abilities.
Thor’s expression darkened. He knew they couldn’t hold out much longer.
Despite the plan requiring a bit more time, there was no room for hesitation.
“Mark!” Thor called out.
Immediately, one of the magic crystal cannons in the knight brigade tilted upward, aiming toward the sky.
“Boom!”
The sky above erupted with the blinding light of the cannon, and bolts of thunder crackled across the heavens. Even from dozens of miles away, the spectacle was visible.
Far upstream in the Maine River Valley, Rachos Assad and his group stood watch, guarding a massive dam.
This dam, over 100 meters long and 50 meters high, was the result of months of work led by Thor and supported by the three barons’ domains. In a world of magic, such large-scale engineering was accomplished with ease.
The moment the lightning appeared in the sky, Rachos Assad didn’t hesitate. With a swift gesture, the knights following him hurled prepared magical scrolls toward the dam.
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
“Rumble!”
The tremendous explosions tore through the dam, unleashing the massive reservoir of water that Thor had been gathering for this very moment.
The Maine River had reached its peak flow during this season, and a month of heavy rainfall had swelled the dam to its limits. Now, with the dam destroyed, an immense torrent of water surged down from above.
The floodwaters roared like a stampede of wild horses, carrying with them a devastating force. Trees, rocks, and anything in their path were instantly swept away. In mere moments, the waters surged over 100 meters forward, cutting through the land, rushing past Thor’s Eagle’s Crest, and hurtling toward the battlefield further downstream.
On the battlefield:
The sea of fire still raged, while the second-tier minotaurs unleashed their power. The knight brigade of the Maine Valley was clearly struggling to hold them back.
Meanwhile, the elite minotaurs had begun extinguishing the flames, their efforts aided by the recent heavy rains, which left the air damp and prevented the wildfire oil from being fully effective.
“Boom!”
Perlos was sent flying again, blood dripping from his mouth, his mind hazy. If not for his silver armor protecting him, the last attack from the minotaur would have killed him outright.
Steve wasn’t faring much better. His own silver armor was now cracked, barely holding together.
Thor, his face pale, could feel the weight of the battle pressing down on him. The golden aura of his armor flickered as it absorbed the powerful strikes of the second-tier elite minotaur he was facing. His magical shields had already shattered.
“Lord Thor, we can’t hold on much longer!” Pape Lawrence shouted from nearby, his face strained as he fended off two second-tier elite minotaurs.
The others were no better off.
The two pioneer lords, who had barely achieved the rank of grand knights, were struggling to fend off even ordinary second-tier minotaurs, let alone those enhanced by secret techniques. They were slowly being pushed back.
It was clear to everyone that they couldn’t hold out much longer.
In this magical world, strength mattered far more than numbers. A single second-tier elite minotaur could easily obliterate an entire pioneer domain, just as a grand knight could single-handedly annihilate a second-tier orc tribe.
Thor and his allies were facing just such a threat.
The three second-tier elite minotaurs were proving nearly impossible to contain, and the remaining nine were overwhelming the knight brigade. With their use of sorcery, the minotaurs were growing stronger by the second.
If the tide of battle didn’t turn soon, the knight brigade would be wiped out. This was no mere skirmish—they were facing total destruction.
Unlike before, when Steve had held back in their sparring, now the knights were fighting for their lives. With only a handful of full knights remaining, they were tasked with holding off two second-tier minotaurs, and the losses were mounting rapidly.
The three barons and the two pioneer lords were growing increasingly desperate, but Thor remained silent, focusing all his energy on the battle.
His ice-element life force surged, pushing back the second-tier elite minotaur before him, though each clash forced him to retreat further.
Finally, during one particularly fierce exchange, Thor sensed something. A flicker of hope crossed his face as he quickly turned his head.
The second-tier elite minotaur, also sensing the shift, hesitated and followed Thor’s gaze.
In that moment, both combatants witnessed it:
“Boom.”
“Rumble.”
A deafening roar filled the air as a massive flood appeared on the horizon, consuming everything in its path. The wall of water, stretching as far as the eye could see, surged forward with unstoppable force, crashing toward the battlefield where the minotaur horde lay trapped in the flames.
(End of Chapter)