As A Cardinal, I Don't Do Overtime Chapter 81 – On The Battlefield

On the city wall of St Servant.

Saintess Ace stole a glance at Monn. She felt that Monn was different today.

She observed Monn with her hazel eyes.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up. She saw a magnificent silver one-handed sword hanging on Monn's waist.

Ace looked at Monn and asked curiously, “Monn, when did you get a sword?”

She asked Monn with doubt.

Monn continued to look at the werewolf army in the distance. He said casually, “A friend of mine gave it to me last night.”

Ace seemed to notice something fishy. Her hair stood on end.

“Friend?”

Ace shouted, shocking the human soldiers who were in a state of tension.

They all thought that something had happened and could not help but shout, “What's wrong! What's Wrong!”

The entire city instantly became lively.

As the main culprit, Ace could not help but lower her head guiltily, feeling embarra.s.sed.

Monn looked at Ace strangely.

Elendil was the system reward he had received last night. There was nothing wrong with saying that it was a gift from a friend.

Of course, he couldn't tell her that it was a gift from the system.

He didn't know what had gotten into this woman again.

After what had happened just now, it wasn't appropriate for Ace to continue pestering Monn to ask about his friend.

But she kept this unknown 'friend' in her heart and planned to investigate it.

“Awooo!”

A wolf howl suddenly came from the opposite of St Servant just as the humans were preparing to deploy on the city walls.

The people stopped what they were doing in St Servant.

They all looked outside the city.

They saw countless werewolf armies gathered, and the werewolf cavalry in the front row rode on the Silvermoon Wolves.

An enormous group of army dashed towards St Servant.

In the army, countless green wolf eyes stared at St Servant with malice towards the humans.

Coincidentally, the weather today was a little gloomy, making the entire werewolf army look like evil spirit knights that had walked out from the abyss. Chills ran down the soldier's spine.

Clang!

General Barton stood in the middle of the city wall and suddenly held his two-handed sword in front of him.

A loud sound was emitted.

It shattered the emotions of the soldiers who were still in shock.

The soldiers wiped the cold sweat off their foreheads. At the same time, they could not help but feel ashamed when they thought about how they had just been intimidated by the werewolf army.

Barton did not mind when the soldiers were intimidated because the werewolves in front of him were indeed not to be underestimated.

However, he did not let the soldiers fall too deeply into the terror of seeing the werewolves.

Coincidentally, the werewolf army had finally arrived at the city of St Servant.

The werewolves' general, Harry, looked at Barton, who was standing on the city wall like he was about to win the war. He could not help but laugh. “Ha, I didn't expect Old Barton will partic.i.p.ate in the war at such an old age. Is there no one else in the human kingdom?”

Barton stood on the city wall and listened to the werewolves' general's ridicule. His eyes squinted, and he looked sharply at Harry.

Barton was so calm that it caught Harry on guard.

When Barton saw this, he smiled disdainfully and snorted coldly. “Hmph, no matter how old I am, I can easily break your werewolf head.”

The werewolves' general, who was taken aback by Barton's imposing manner, not only flew into a rage out of humiliation, but he also let out a low growl.

However, a werewolf in a black suit stopped Harry from venting his raging anger.

He shook his head at Harry and said, “General Harry, follow the plan.”

Harry's surging anger suddenly calmed down.

He snorted and said, “You don't have to remind me!”

Then his wolf eyes stared at Barton and shouted, “Old Barton, I heard that there are many geniuses in your human kingdom. The young talents of our werewolf race all want to see if it is as strange as others say.”

“How about that? Why don't we let the juniors have a match before the battle starts?”

Hearing the werewolves' general's words, Barton first frowned and then realized.

The werewolves wanted to suppress the human race by making them lose their confidence in the match before the war.

After realizing, the werewolves' plan surprised Barton. He wondered where those werewolves learned all those plans and tricks.

However, Barton could not refuse the werewolf's challenge.

Otherwise, the humans would lose their confidence before the fight even started.

He stared at the werewolf's general and said, “Does anyone want to try?”

Everyone looked at each other, and a burly man stood out.

He knelt on one knee towards Barton and said in a deep voice, “General Barton, I, Hill requests to accept the challenge!”

Barton glanced at him from the corner of his eyes. Sensing his peak Amethyst Rank Ability, he could not help but nod slightly in approval.

Receiving the general's approval, Hill jumped down from the city wall.

On the side, Barton's a.s.sistant, Matthew, was afraid that Monn and the saintess did not understand, so he explained to them, “The one who just went down is Major General Hill, a family member of the branch of the Senna family.”

“Although Major General Hill is already over 30 years old, his strength has long reached the peak of Amethyst Rank. His strength isn't ordinary.”

Monn nodded. He seemed to have heard of the name Senna.

After thinking for a while, he realized that the noisy guy from yesterday was a family member of the same family.

Ace also thought of the conflict with the eldest son of the Senna Family yesterday, so she couldn't help but look at the battlefield.

Outside the city, the werewolves' general beaconed a werewolf behind him upon seeing a human jump down from the city wall.

A werewolf covered in red hair walked forward.

The werewolves' general casually began the match as though he looked down upon Hill's ability, “I'll leave this human to you, Mort.”

Mort, the red-haired werewolf, grinned sinisterly.

They could see his baring sharp teeth.

Mort's green wolf eyes fixed on the human in front of him.

The wolf's claws slowly walked towards him.

Hill looked at the red-haired werewolf's malicious gaze and frowned.

He spoke in a deep voice, “I am Major General Hill from the Kingdom of Kate, under General Barton. I am here to accept the challenge!”

Hill introduced himself according to the pre-battle etiquette.

But the red-haired werewolf, Mort, did not want to waste time doing the courtesy.

To him, the human in front of him was just his food.

And there was no need for him to waste his time introducing himself to mere food.

He continued to grin. His sharp metal wolf claws suddenly extended from his palm, giving off a terrifying l.u.s.ter.

He smiled and spoke. “I have no interest in telling my name to a person who is about to die.”

Anger overpowered Hill when he heard the red-haired werewolf's arrogant reply.

He did not expect the werewolf to be so arrogant and dare to look down on him.

Hill had strong pride. He could not accept being looked down upon by some beast.

The match started at once!