Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong

On an ancient, large stone arch bridge on a battlefield, fierce screams filled the air as an intense large-scale battle for the bridge was underway.

“Both of our captains, the three combined heavy infantry squadrons who were acting as vanguards, have been wiped out again! The three squadron leaders died in battle!”

On the bridge, which was more than 20 meters wide, a messenger clad in blue patterned armor staggered in front of two middle-aged Saint Night commanders with beards, and loudly reported.

“Damn it, Viscount Hector Olsen, our two regiments have suffered too much. I think we should withdraw first.”

One of the long bearded commanders wiped the blood on his face, looking quite embarrassed.

“Ah, Baron Redroot is right. We have no choice but to do so. The enemy’s heavy crossbowmen’s lethality is extraordinarily powerful, and their commanders are two Tier 3 sharpshooters who never miss!’

Another commander with a short beard, who was injured on his left shoulder spits out, “Even if we’re at the same level as Tier 3 powerhouses, we’re afraid we’ll die on the spot if we get hit by those two people at the same time!”

“Notify everyone to retreat!” Immediately afterward, the two Saint Night army commanders issued orders to their messengers.

“Yes, sir!” The young messenger was barely standing upright when an arrow shot through his helmet, pierced his head, and nailed him to the nearby bridge railing, blood spattering everywhere.

And so, the two commanders retreated to safety with their remaining troops.

Not far away, dust gradually rose, scattering all around. Before long, a new force appeared before the two commanders.

“So it’s Baron Yeste.”

Seeing the newcomers, the two commanders went forward to greet them.

“Viscount Hector Olsen, Baron Redroot, you both have worked hard.” Baron

Yeste politely bowed to the two famous Tier 3 noble powerhouses of Saint Night Kingdom and said, “Leave the bridge siege battle to my regiment from now on.

Both of you take a rest, I will leave the priest group to help your soldiers recover their strength as soon as possible.”

After finishing his words, Baron Yeste confidently led his people in the direction of the bridge without looking back.

“Wait! The opponents are extremely vicious, it’s better for our three regiments to go together…”

Before the short-bearded commander could finish speaking, Baron Yeste had already disappeared from sight.

Helplessly shaking his head, the short-bearded commander said, “Sigh, young people nowadays are always so arrogant. Even if they want to gain credit, they should know their own limits, right?”

“You’re right, Viscount. What can his understrength regiment do when even our two regiments couldn’t take down the bridge?”

On the other side, the long-bearded commander sneered, “Hehe, it won’t be long before that kid comes crying to us, uncles, for help.”

After finishing their words, the two commanders burst into laughter.

Just as they were secretly gloating, several lightly armored scouts came galloping over from the direction of the bridge.

The leading scout dismounted and jogged over to the two commanders, reporting, “Captains, Baron Yeste’s mixed magic battle regiment has successfully taken the bridge and killed the two enemy Tier 3 commanders!”

“What?!”

Hearing this, the long-bearded commander, who was drinking from a leather water bag, spat out all the water and coughed violently, his face filled with disbelief.

Immediately, he and the equally stunned short-bearded commander began to stare at each other in shock….

And so, with Leo Ray’s help, the mixed magic-warrior battalion led by Baron Yeste and Female Knight Kara charged forward like a broken bamboo, unstoppable.

As Leo had initially predicted, the delicate balance between the two armies that had been maintained all along was gradually being broken with the strong intervention from their side.

On the vast battlefield, the balance of victory had slowly begun to lean towards the counterattacking Saint Night Army.

Indeed, it was just like the old saying, “One thread pulled moves the whole body.”

Somewhere on the battlefield, at the main camp of the Coldflame Army, was the central military tent.

Around this large command tent were more than ten unremarkable black tents.

Inside each black tent, there was a group of mages seated, their eyes closed as they focused on continuously supplying magic power to the magic crystal floating in mid-air in front of them.

Based on their aura, the strength of these mages was at least Tier 2, and many had even reached Tier 2 Peak.

Looking closely, faint blue patterns covered the ground around the magic crystal, connecting the central command tent to the other black tents.

An almost invisible giant protective shield flickered above the central tent and the ten or so black tents around it.

There was no doubt that this was a large-scale defense magic array.

In the central command tent, an old man with white hair and beard sat cross-legged at the topmost position, his eyes closed in concentration.

His body was draped in a set of heavy white armor weighing at least a hundred

pounds. With the unique glow emanating from it, it was clear that it was far superior to the rare Tier 3 equipment.

Standing below him, on both sides, were two rows of fully armed, imposing warriors.

The weakest of them were at the Tier 3 level, while the two leading warriors had reached the Tier 4 level that most powerhouses could not achieve in their lifetime.

Although there was no energy fluctuation around the old man compared to the others, it was not difficult to see from the respectful gazes of the people that he was the absolute leader here.

“Lord White, the battlefield situation seems a bit strange.” a middle-aged Tier 3 powerhouse in leather armor with a scar on his face stepped forward and said, “I just received a report that the unstoppable Saint Night Army battalion has taken down two more of our Tier 3 squadron leaders.”

At this point, the middle-aged Tier 3 powerhouse couldn’t help but swallow and continued, “Since the bridge, the enemy has once again seized one of our key strongholds. The defending soldiers… all wiped out!”

“What?”

Upon hearing this, the powerhouses exchanged whispers in disbelief.

“So now, this enemy battalion has taken down a total of seven of our Tier 3

commanders, right? Two recently-promoted Tier 3 youngsters possess such power?”

“Could it be… that the enemy’s Tier 4 powerhouses have made a move?”

“Impossible! None of our scouts, both internal and external, have reported any Tier 4 powerhouses appearing on the battlefield!”

“Moreover, the power of Tier 4 and above powerhouses on both sides is currently equal, with three each. We’re in a delicate balance, where if one side dares to send out a single Tier 4 powerhouse, the other side will surely attack them.’

“That’s right. Therefore, the enemy is naturally not going to send out their Tier

4 powerhouses easily, just like us!”

“If that’s the case, then what the hell is going on?!”