Zero no ambassador: my harem

The soldier immediately pulled out his knife and put it on the middle-aged man's neck, "Quick, stop yet."

The middle-aged man saw that the tree net had unfolded outside and turned towards the soldier with a mocking smile.

"You bastard!!!" The soldier was furious, his long blade sliced, and the middle-aged man's head flew up with a smile still on his face.

The floating ship, at full speed, took a minute or so to crash into the net of trees from three hundred meters away, the impact making everyone on board dizzy. But relieved from the dizziness of the impact, everyone began to run outside, long knives drawn, spears gripped, shields raised.

"For Torristine." "For Her Majesty." "Kill!!!"

Soldiers jumped from floating boats and stepped on nets to ascend trees, pouring into the room to fight with the soldiers inside and hang out with the Albion garrison down the path of circling trunks.

"No! It's a trap, they're Torristine's."

The prowler chief, awakening from a dream, shouted in alarm, "Go back and kill this lot."

A floating ship had a capacity of five hundred men, and there were two thousand five hundred men left behind, but if this group of men were driven away, the distant floating ships could not come in without a network of trees to follow.

The Albion army withdrew its defenses and poured over toward the trees.

Two thousand five hundred Albion troops against four hundred fifty Torristine troops.

The two armies hang together at the base of the tree, and because of the width, only thirty or forty men are allowed to spread out, and neither has archers, so the two armies are able to put up a 50-50 fight in the early stages.

Another man came down from the floating ship, a blond boy in a black cloak, biting into a red rose and shouting, "Albionians, I Keeshoe is here." Then a group of people behind him pushed him out, and a dozen or so teenagers jumped onto a web of trees, one pulling out a wooden wand at his waist, "We are, the Water Wizard Knights."

Another group of young men in black or purple cloaks followed, appearing from the floating ship.

The Albion army below was slightly distracted.

Keeshoe and the others began chanting on the tree net.

"Glendor Urs Hammer." [Bronze Puppet]

[Fireball]

"Hahue Wendy Lie." [Wind Blade]

"Inz Wendy Gluck." [Windhammer]

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Fireballs, wind blades, and wind hammers many magic fell on the Albion Army crowd, fireballs hitting one person and igniting, wind blades cutting through one person's body, and wind hammers knocking three or four people out of the sky together - a bronze-armored puppet rising from the ground towards the Albion Army to kill them.

Albion's army was startled at first, then panicked, "Yes, it's a wizard!!!"

It was unknown who ran backwards first, then a group of people, and finally most of the soldiers. Wizards represented power in this era, it was rare for ordinary people to see one or two, let alone fifty. Unable to resist, the Albion army only wanted to stay away from the wizards.

The Albion army ran and crumbled from the port.

The port staff poured in and entered the large tree to operate. The tree finally showed itself to be the port's central hub, all its branches stretching as far as they could, spreading a web of trees over the cliff.

The floating ships from the distance were coming into the port, and a boatload of soldiers came down along the tree net, plus the magician's boat a total of six boats, three thousand soldiers plus fifty magicians. Now that the Albion army was at the end of its rope, this was a force that would change the odds.

The defeated Albion army met the 600 troops returning to the harbor, and the commander frowned as he gathered the remnants of his army. He sees the fleeing prowler chief and has him captured.

After hearing the prowler's words, the command became furious and cut off the henchman's head with a sword. "Tom has misled me."

Looking at the army in the harbor not far above and a wizard in a cloak, Albion commanded with a miserable face.

"No one is allowed to flee, your family is still in your country. If you die in battle, your wife and children will be raised by your country; if you desert, your family will be implicated." The commander raised his long knife to the port above the front, "Still a man, charge with me!!!" One man took the lead, commanding a charge towards the port with his long sword held high.

Six hundred lancers and others were the first to follow and charged towards the port.

A small portion of the routed troops fled, and the remaining approximately two thousand followed behind and also charged.

At the harbor, Torristine reinforcements poured out, and the long-sworded and lance-shielded soldiers clashed with the Albion army charging from below. Blades and guns were exchanged, and the fight was endless.

On the harbor, fifty wizards paled, their lips quivering as they chanted spells again.

Fireball, Wind Blade, Wind Hammer, Rock Gun, Bronze Puppet-....

A burst of magic erupted through the enemy camp, and all of these young wizards could see how efficiently their magic was killing their enemies. A burst of magic was released and a group of enemies fell.

It was a massacre, a slaughter of friendly protected wizards against an enemy army that had no magic to make protect them.

All of Albion's two thousand six hundred soldiers fell on the road from the city into the port, and Torristine paid the price of four hundred dead and six hundred wounded to annihilate them all. Those who contributed the most were fifty wizards, before mechanically chanting indifferent hair, high on drugs and chanting magic, but after the victory up those who killed themselves, some pale and constantly praying for the forgiveness of the founder, some lying on the ground constantly vomiting, and others blushing with frenzy.

It was a baptism that brought the fifty wizards raised in the academy to see killing and death, and this group of wizards would be an important force in Torristine's future.

Chapter 9 - Returning to Albion

Going back in time a bit, on the first day of the Battle of Port, Willus and Hao Tian quietly left the Magic Academy. The two rode out of the borders of Torristine and into the great nation of Gallia, located southeast of Torristine.

Torristine and Albion were at war, and it was foolish to travel to Albion from Torristine's port city of La Rochelle. But the other countries and Albion hadn't cut ties yet, and Gallia was so large that it had three port cities along its western coastline. Willus and Horten were close to the northernmost port city, [Hirutni], taking a civilian pontoon boat to Albion.

The journey took two days, and shortly after the Battle of La Rochelle, the disguised Willus and Hao Tian stepped onto the floating island of Albion.

Willus knelt on the ground, opened his arms, and shouted to the sky, "I'm back, Albion."

The passengers on the same ship looked at Willus and muttered, probably about this psycho. Stay away from her. The other one shouldn't be crazy, too, that sort of thing.

Yes, her. Willus was already handsome, but this time disguised as a woman with long blonde hair and a light blue dress, with her eyebrows adjusted to a feminine roundness.

But Hao Tian refused to dress as a woman, and Willus transformed him into a very rugged man with a wheat-yellow complexion and a big, strong body. The setting was that of a lady and bodyguard visiting a friend back in his homeland.

"Ruth, I know you're excited, but let's find a place to stay." Hoshi patted him on the shoulder.

Willus adjusted his mood and nodded at Hao Tian.

The two left the port and found a medium-sized hotel in the city for the night.

When registering, Willus' name was Ruth and Hao Tian's name was Skye.

The next day Willus and Hao Tian left the port city for the neighboring Glant family territory.

After the civil war, the power in charge of Albion was held by the original local lords, the five most powerful of which were the Grendt family who controlled the minerals, the Magan family who controlled the forging, the House family who controlled the shipbuilding industry, the Pace family who had been the foreign minister for generations, and the Mani family who had been the finance minister for generations. The heads of these five families, as permanent members of the Albion Republic Council, influence the direction of Albion.

Among them, the House of Hauser is the strongest, and the king had to make concessions to them when Albion was still a king. Floating ships are Albion's lifeblood, and without them to exchange goods between Albion and the main continent, the country would be starved to death.

The Glent family and the Magan family have an inimitable relationship, mining minerals and forging them into armor weapons, and the privateers of the two families have the most elite armed forces, united even the House family does not dare to underestimate.

The Pace and Mani families were the weakest, and if it weren't for the other three families needing their diplomatic and financial clout, the permanent councillors would be three instead of five.

"Such families obviously wouldn't be happy to see you back, and you're actually going after them?" Hao Tian was confused.

Willus explained, "Actually, the Grunt family is a branch of the royal family, and minerals are important resources for the country, so how can they be given to outsiders. This relationship is only clear to the royal family and the direct line of the Nirent family. I believe they won't betray the royal family."

Hao Tian still had doubts inside but still agreed with Willus' judgment.