The Blood Knight’s Villains - Chapter 447

My Villains Chapter 447

66. The Silver Prince (2)

It was on March 9 that I crossed the edge of the sword with the support of two fleets – Ireland’s Iron Scale Fleet and Southern Shore’s Steel Fleet. Five days later, the army of the feudal lords occupied High Castle, a fortress city on the border.

In response, the “Lying Lion” of the royal capital took off his heavy butt.

Zacharis, the crown prince and prime minister of the kingdom, hadn’t budged for nearly half a year since last October when the electorate princes of the empire began their full-scale invasion. Then, as soon as I heard rumors that my half-brother had been crippled and that the army had also been crushed, I got up. It was an intention to restore Ulkar’s stolen plateau and increase his reputation.

The emperor of Mittergerand also moved.

At the end of March, when the 1,000-odd army led by me swept through Angst and Obdorf, King Louis the Second drove the large army he had gathered for the southern expedition to the east. The purpose would be to drive out intruders who had invaded the empire’s territory and extort profits from the two high-ranking electors.

At the movement of the two giants, Duke Abillambus divided his forces into four.

1,500 troops blocked the eastern road leading to 1,500 Antrum, and 1,500 troops remained in High Castle to clean the remnants of Il Thousand Plateau.

And the remaining 6,000 troops appeared in this corridor on April 5, two days before. These are the forces that defeated me before the Emperor intervened and returned to restore Angst and Obdorf.

Including the damage of the advance party led by Hopecon Seongbaek, the returning electoral army suffered more than a thousand casualties so far.

The seriousness of the moderate army would have been disorganized and left more damage. However, the enemy army, led by the elite of the Strom family and the cultist slave corps of Alzenberg, was scattered and did not show any signs of agitation, let alone fleeing. It must be because of the headcount that still overwhelms the allies and the leaders who are firmly holding their positions.

“Right before Highcastle fell, we followed Lady Heila to Asag.”

The veteran conductor continued to report to me as I took Heila, who was swaying from motion sickness, back to the clever Shea.

“And I came over to Zellntree along the narrow path that Princess Theodora purified.”

For a moment, he looked around the battlefield and hardened his face.

“…This is not the time to explain. First of all, I’ll have to straighten out the battle lines. If anything, we have to retreat.”

“Retreat?”

“Although we managed to make it on time, Drisir’s ‘Elmore River Fleet’ only had about 700 troops at most. Even with the troops here, it is impossible to deal with a large army like that.”

While listening to his report, Heila handed me a bottle of potion, blinking her frowning eyes. Shea, who was holding her arm, explained the potion instead of Heila, who vomited and vomited.

“Eat it quickly. It’s the ‘magic recovery potion’ I got from Lianwell.”

It is a rare potion made by Lianwell’s alchemy guild using orange ki and elder flowers. Drinking it in one gulp feels like your heart is slightly moistened and blood is flowing from the veins extending to your limbs. It seems that the price of 12 gold coins in a container slightly larger than a yogurt bottle was not overpriced.

After I emptied the potion bottle, I asked Confair again.

“Is it the prince’s order to retreat?

Come to think of it, what about the prince?”

“His Highness the Three Princes are moving separately.”

“separately’?”

“After leaving High Castle, Your Highness headed north with some cavalry. To help the Marshal of Friggs and to receive reinforcements as requested by letter.”

I went to the front of the gathered troops with Confair’s explanation hanging from one ear.

Steedman and Mirasimos joined other friendly soldiers at a loss. It wasn’t a situation where me and the guys could leisurely chat.

“Gather! Join our allies and strengthen the anti-vibration!”

It was the voice of Fierce Murg, a sergeant assigned by Prince Ulkar to me while I was serving as a miscellaneous commander in High Castle.

At his command, forty enlisted soldiers from ‘Kebor’ rushed through the river and mud. Murg was standing side by side with Sgt.

Familiar guys joined the group. The mercenaries belonging to their own ranks, such as Keegan Hairy Henrik, Drunkard O’Brien Doherty, and Eton Brothers, who wore Mackaig’s iron gloves and Taggart’s bone armor, mixed among the privates and strengthened the battle line.

“After that?”

“His Highness sent the ship borrowed from the Drysir family down the Elmore River, and we boarded it. Depending on the situation, the only order given to us by Sir Ankir was to support the ruler, so we joined here.”

“So where is the prince?”

“The last letter I received five days ago was the news that you and Margrave Friggs had defeated the enemy advancing to Pasto.”

“…shit. What the hell is going on?”

While my head and whole body are heavy, it feels like my eyes are blurry.

Apart from my frustration, the reinforcements that appeared on a strong wave raged, crushing the imperial army that had filled the river bank. As Confair said, the scale was only about 700, but the impact was really great because they were all elite worthy of being called warriors of reversals.

“Everyone turn around!

Lord Ankir, who had captured the ‘shin bone of a white shepherd’ from the ship with his head buried in the rocky field by the river, kicked off the railing and jumped down. He held a two-handed sword as long as he was tall, but judging from the large jewel attached to the permal, it seemed to be some kind of magic sword.

“Ankyr of the White Stone has arrived!”

With a roar, the blade that was cutting toward the ground

suddenly emitted light.

Grow!

Before the sharp tip of the two-handed sword could reach it, the orange aura of the blade crushed the opposing soldier. Thanks to this, the slave soldier who reflexively raised his long spear had his head and torso completely crushed and his arms and legs scattered in all directions.

“Uh ha!”

Landing on a muddy field, Sir Ankir swung his sword, showing off a very fast and agile movement that was not befitting of his size.

Wow!

“Keok”

“Attack! Stick to it!”

The two-handed sword infused with magical power radiated waves of invisible power and tore and shattered everything the blade brushed against.

At the cry of a commander, the slave soldiers attacked like a swarm of ants. It took less than two breaths for them to be like tomatoes ground in a blunt blender.

“What are you doing you pigs! Hurry up and catch up!” Wearing a blue hood instead of a helmet, Gilbert, who became the prince’s sergeant or the prince’s officer, followed Lord Ankir and shouted loudly, stepping on mud.

From three ships, including the flagship Lord Ankir was riding, well over two hundred soldiers poured out like rolling.

There were about a hundred elite soldiers under the direct command of Prince Ulkar, who wore familiar weapons such as chain mail and round iron helmets. The rest were soldiers from the provinces of Abiden and Odenloc, equally armed.

“Come this way! Build a shield wall!” A little farther south from them, soldiers with large round shields gathered in a rush. The woman holding a sword slightly longer than her forearm high and giving orders to her subordinates was Grania, a ‘banglady’ from the north.

“Hold up the shield!”

“Shield- Damn!”

They are warriors who were once hired as mercenaries, but changed their status to friendly soldiers after being enchanted by Prince Eun’s eyes. As they built a thick wall on one side of the river bank and pounded their shields with axes and swords, other ships discharged their troops.

“Ijat-I,”

a rider got down behind the shield wall and let out an arrogant cry that didn’t know if it was a prayer or a command.

“Lord of light, ruler of all waters! Earth mother and heaven father! Whoever is fine, give me endless protection!”

More than 200 soldiers gathered at Baron Ruyan, the “Red Dragon”, a rider shouting loudly while holding a shining longsword. They were the soldiers of Delilah, armed with cowhide armor and crossbows, and the soldiers of

Antrum, led by Baron Toset and others .

“Prepare to attack! The glory that will lead us to immortality is just around the corner!”

Ruyan hit the reins with a bright smile that dispelled the darkness. The white horse, with long hair growing on its four ankles as if it had wings attached to its hooves, flaunted its master’s might as it flew halfway across the muddy ground.

“If you want to share in my brilliant glory, follow me until you die!”

The young boy, who would have been in middle school had he been born in Korea, hit the reins without looking back. Instead of following Lord Ankir, who made enemies juice with Utequa, who burned and overturned the entire field, and a two-handed sword with an aura, he attacked the troops that were maintaining their integrity.

When the archers mixed with the slave army fired arrows, the reckless boy opened his chest wide. However, out of over thirty arrows fired that way, not a single one hit his slender body. It is thanks to the ‘Blessing of the Veil’ tattoo on the back of both hands of Ruyan that it deflected all the arrows.

“…why is that?” Whether I was surprised or not, the boy on a white horse swung a long sword with his right arm wrapped in gray wind. As the long spears aimed at him were swept aside, the white horse immediately knocked down the soldiers and created a mess.

“Billion!”

“Wow, ah!”

Antrum’s soldiers roared with courage at the young aristocrat’s surprising charge. And it became a small tsunami and tore down one corner of the large army.

“…I guess I’ll have to step in too.”

As I murmured as I tightened the reins of the bicorn, the veteran conductor quickly blocked my way.

“Didn’t I tell you that the master’s ranks had to be refined? Whether we retreat or continue to fight, we must regroup now as our allies struggle!”

“You can do it.”

“……yes?”

“You do it for me. Whether you back down or hold on, it seems like anything will work if you stir it one more time.”

“No sir-”

Before he could protest, I slammed the reins and sprang forward. Just in time, the battle of the wizards that brightly embroidered the night sky was over. The large old man, who had his whole body dyed yellow, and the young woman who was playing the snake master had disappeared somewhere, and Ellen, who was facing them, was sitting on the ground looking exhausted.

“Stidman Mira Simos! Take care of Ellen!”

At my voice, the three men and women who were mingling with other friendly soldiers and cutting down the enemy turned their heads. When they found the black carpet staggering, they hurriedly ran away. Fritz and other friendly soldiers gathered around me. In their place, more than a hundred troops led by Murg and Goth Lob took their place. Whether it was the anti-military soldiers or the conscripts of Keibor, they weren’t very high-level soldiers, but most of the imperial troops along the river were already in disarray, so all they had to do was clean up.

“It’s been a while, Nari!”

“Are you jumping like this? One more fight!”

Among my own soldiers, such as the ponytail Fritz and the heavy soldier Dervish, I smiled after looking at those with particularly outstanding skills and equipment.

“good. Follow only those who want.”

Dozens of friendly soldiers followed behind the bicorn as it ran across the river.