The Mute of The Demon Cave

rounded the students from the martial arts school. Painful cries echoed th

one of his opponents by seizing a

iled to dodge it in time, unable to avoid the tear in his abdomen. His agonized moans did

e world under their banner of power. Their current target wa

ngol and Majapahit armies. There was no place to hide anymore. Jagat Wengi remained seated on the

cking onto Jagat Wengi. The sword blade was as long as an adult's a

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he Mongol officer slowly urged his horse forward, with t

t they were equally nimble in changing

fficer shouted, liftin

manded his soldiers to cre

s the entertainment for the soldiers amidst the

clear a space in the midst of their encirclement

m to quicken his pace. He was even handed a spear b

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from all the soldiers. The Mongol officer g

ving can esc

h. Jagat Wengi had no choice bu

broken by Jagat Wengi couldn't do much. He initiated with small f

he senior student launched his attack. His spear sliced

ra

spearheads met. Jagat Wengi deflected it to the ri

he senior student parried and thrust th

was evident that the spear play of the senior studen

nent's strikes. The spear in his hand seemed utterly useless. He had never l

s on weapons that he had stolen, ei

d with his life now. He had to

is u

parrying his opponent's attacks. The translator, he

ve a slight smile and nodded. Short

supporters. Why should

ven though the translato

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empty-handed. The senior student didn't immediately attack

the closest object to him. There was no time to reach

us

shield closed off his attack. That was all Jagat Wengi c

alance. His foot slipped, and the

swiftly kicked his opponent's leg. However, it had no effect wha

s kicked forcefully, causing blood to spurt from his nose and

r and applause transformed into t

of blood on his face as he clos

s opponent's own neck. The neck was

hat had happened so swiftly. He looked around, searching for t

the Mongol officer's mind. By stating that this schoo

the Mongols in Hujung Galuh. None of them survived, neither

ke him to the headquarters!" ordered t

nese people. All he knew was that the rewards they offered were substantial. As a bo

rom someone holding the position of Panewu. His name was Sawito, and he sent a Bekel and two soldi

h their destination safely. Prayer and hope lingered in Jagat Wengi's min

chances again. Although his hands weren't tied, Jagat

othered him. It was a pungent and piercing smell. He had to lean

rative center of the Kediri Kingdom. The situation was still chaotic. Corpses

the blood-filled irrigation ditches. This smell, at least, helped som

its grandeur. A gaping hole could be seen in the palace wall, a remnan

army. The Javanese people were astonished by this weap

rs and demolishing the palace walls. But most imp

y a lightning strike, destroying the palace in a single day and eradi

ghly enjoyed their victory with drinking and half-naked women running

ef from the constant assault of body odor. He res

be heard. Jagat Wengi simply smiled cynically as

me," he s

gol invaders would surely demand something

no rulers, it seemed the Mongols wou

engi passed through them before reaching an incredibly large room.

stead, another Mongol officer stood

nized the man dressed as a noble. A distan

der of the Mongol Tartar forces in the Daha region," he said in a

l officer who had brought him from the forest to t

will assist in the se

ut I am hungry. Please provide me with food b

an smiled fain

spect to our new ruler!

all this? Why have I bee

task for you," W

t is

n from the villages i

ssignment. It wasn't about stealing books or an

hat p