“My lord, they are preparing to attack,” Warrick reported with a cold gaze.
Hearing this, Alaric pulled his swords and shouted at his men. “Bernard! Chulmo! Protect the carriage together with our soldiers! Don’t engage the enemies and prioritize everyone’s safety at all costs!”
“Yes, my lord!”
Bernard and Chulmo quickly gathered the troops upon hearing his commands.
Under their leadership, a defensive formation was quickly formed around the carriage.
As long as they were sticking close to each other, they would be able to properly utilize the defensive formation.
These warriors had been trained to fight in any situation and with the two experienced Knights at the core, they formed a formidable team.
Without looking at them, Alaric stared at Warrick and said. “Sir Warrick, our task is to eliminate as many enemies as possible while the others are protecting the carriage!”
Although he was surprised by his plan, Warrick followed his command without hesitation. “Yes, my lord!”
With a wave of his hand, the veteran Elite Knight grabbed his favorite weapon, a double-bladed spear. Both blades of his spear were curved like that of a scimitar, sharp and deadly.
At this moment, multiple arrows were suddenly fired at them.
Suu! Suu! Suu! Suu!
“Don’t worry about me, Sir Warrick! Destroy them!” Alaric roared as he casually destroyed the arrows with a wave of his sword.
Warrick wasted no time and squeezed his legs, urging his horse to rush at the enemy’s location.
Suu! Suu! Suu! Suu!
Another wave of arrows was fired at him, but an invisible energy prevented those arrows from touching him. He had activated his aura manifestation, but unlike the goblin chieftain who only did it out of instinct, Warrick was able to command it at will.
After blocking the arrows, he then pulled the reins and commanded his horse to take a huge leap forward.
The mercenaries were momentarily stunned by his horseback riding skills. His daunting aura made them feel a heavy pressure pressing down on them.
An Elite Knight!
The overwhelming pressure he exuded and his unstoppable momentum revealed his strength.
The mercenaries’ faces fell.
“It’s just one person! I don’t think he can block all of us! Kill him!” Juvah, the leader of the mercenary group, shouted to his men, his voice echoing in their ears.
With the words from their captain, the mercenaries’ fear dissipated. They moved simultaneously and attacked in different directions.
Impertinent fools!
Warrick’s eyes flashed with a fierce glint. The double-bladed spear in his hands rotated like a sharp propeller, slicing everything in his path!
Kkhsshk! Kkhsshk!
“Ahhh!!! My arms!”
“Ahhh!!! Hel-“
He was like a cutting machine, effortlessly slashing the limbs and bodies of the mercenaries!
Of the five people who attacked him, four were cut apart, while the remaining one was writhing on the ground, his armless shoulders bleeding profusely.
The blood of the fallen mercenaries drenched the ground in red.
Meanwhile, a few enemies also pounced at Alaric.
They aren’t weak, but they lack the fundamentals of military warfare.
That was his first thought when he saw the enemies. They had no battle formation and their gears were also crude. Only warriors untrained in military tactics would fight like this. Their individual strength was formidable, but they moved sloppily as a group which presented many openings.
To Alaric who was a master of swords, a small opening was more than enough.
While keeping himself steady on his mount, he waved his swords and aimed for their throats.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Khshhk! Khshhk!
No one was able to dodge his quick strikes.
The mercenaries fell from their horses, clutching their throat while gasping for breath.
Looking at
Alaric ignored the fallen mercenaries and kept his eyes on the remaining enemies, particularly on the man at the forefront who had an eyepatch on his right eye.
Meanwhile, Juvah was staring blankly at the two warriors who had decimated almost half of his entire group in just a few seconds.
“It looks like the information we had about them was not accurate,” Juvah muttered in a grim voice.
Agnus, is it finally our time to meet you in the kingdom of Xifos?
The thought of death didn’t scare the mercenary leader. Only a glimmer of longing and desire could be seen in his eyes.
With a fearless smile, Juvah raised his sword and bellowed.
“My brothers! Let’s meet again in the hall of gods! For Agnus! Charge!”
The eyes of the mercenaries burned with unwavering determination.
Juvah and his mercenary group were followers of Agnus, the god of war and chaos. They were fearless in the face of death because they believed that dying in battle would give them the chance to enter Xifos, which was known as the Kingdom of Swords where Agnus resided.
So they are followers of Agnus! Damn these war-crazed idiots!
Alaric cursed as he clashed with the other party.
The mercenaries didn’t care about getting injured. Pain only served to fuel their fighting spirit.
They recklessly attacked Alaric’s group.
Alaric’s mount cried out in pain and collapsed after being mercilessly stabbed by the crazy mercenaries.
Alaric also received some cuts and stab wounds, but he managed to evade lethal damage.
Damn, bastards!
He didn’t like to fight against the believers of Agnus for this very reason. They were a bunch of crazy fanatics who didn’t fear death!
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Alaric parried their weapons and evaded those he couldn’t block.
Agnus stared at his dying comrades. They were friends who had followed him for years so he felt a sense of rage and frustration.
He was furious at the enemies who had killed them, but he was more furious at the client who had provided them with false information.
That fucking bastard!
Suddenly, the sound of a galloping horse drifted into his ears. He narrowed his eyes and saw the Elite Knight wielding the double-bladed spear coming towards him.
“You have made the biggest mistake of attacking us, follower of the violent god!” Warrick muttered as his spear swooshed down like a mirage, but just as he was about to cut the mercenary leader into two, Alaric’s voice echoed.
“Wait!”