Count Crestâs army was already in complete disarray. Thousands of corpses littered the battlefield, and the eyes of the survivors were filled with nothing but despair.
âT-this canât be...â
Realization struck too late. Only now, upon seeing the allied forces charging in, did they understand. Their opponent was not just a single mage.
With their formation in shambles, they had no way of stopping the advancing enemy. The officers screamed in desperation.NoÌv(el)B\\jnn
âF-form up! Get back into formation!â
âShield bearers! Shield bearers to the front, now!â
âGet into position immediately!â
Crestâs forces hurriedly stopped chasing Ghislain and scrambled to reorganize their ranks.
Boom!
The alliance soldiers and mercenaries were overflowing with morale, utterly relentless as they tore into the enemy.
The Swipel forces, arriving as reinforcements, struck at Crestâs flanks.
Ghislain alone had taken down more than half of Crestâs forces, but in sheer numbers, both sides were still comparable.
However, with their formation shattered and morale in ruins, Crestâs army had no chance of holding their ground. They could hardly even defend themselves, let alone mount a counterattack.
âYou bastards, weâre the strongest mercenary corps in the world!â
âHow do you like the magic of our vice commander?â
âCount Crest is dying today!â
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