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Since the first encounter with Albrecht, the Wild King's army has been stealing (?), and there were fewer than 100 knights who had just been ambushed at dawn.
In an age when knights were flowers of war, power was reduced before they even fought properly.
Since the Knights were outnumbered by the Hero King Guillaume, the Wild King was furious with the recent loss of supplies.
He smacked her around the side, bruised and distracted, and grabbed her neck and dragged her out for no reason. The woman appears to have been spared. In one hand is a giant mace.
He's naked, and his lower body is soaked with blood for what he's done.
The Wild King leaves his tent as it is. With its fluffy red hair and thorny beard, its fluffy eyes stand in extreme anger.
The people at the encampment were just far away from him, trembling in fear.
The Wild King grabbed the dead woman's collar in one hand and dragged her away from the encampment with a huge iron mace in one hand to the soldiers who were sitting right and left.
Then he approaches the soldiers, wielding a giant machete and blows a soldier's head off. I didn't finish there, but I swung my iron mace and killed the soldiers. The knights and soldiers became distant from him in a colourful manner.
The Wild King shouted high-toned monsters, which do not fit into the overwhelming sphere.
“Attack! Give me everything! ”
The knights are troubled. I think I'll have to clear the fog first because I don't know when else the Horseman will pop out of the fog and die without hesitation. But when the Wild King came out like that, there was no way.
The Wild King ruled men with violence, fear, cruelty and destruction. In an age when barbaria had just begun to break free, it could have been an effective way of governing.
No one defied him, and if he died, it would have been better to just die quickly. The Wild King's execution was unimaginable. I never just killed a man.
And there was nothing special about the Wild King's tactics of war. Practical parts such as horseshoes and supplies were performed by lords and knights, but essentially the Wild King's tactics were fierce attacks ahead of the wildlings. Now most of those wildlings are dead to Albrecht.
After all, the North Continent developed a rotation-driven tactic, so an aggressive tactic combined with the Wild King's method of governance succeeded, and he eventually became king of the Kingdom of the Akaten. And finally, the Queen of Anglia was beaten.
The reason the lords and knights followed the Wild King in a panic was because there were a lot of crumbs falling when they followed him. There was always a guaranteed victory, and there was always looting.
However, as I met the Demon Prince and was severely persecuted by the bandits, that belief began to crack gradually.
The extremely angry wildling king swung at the dead woman holding her at the top of her lungs and killed her soldiers, and the knights ordered a tremendous advance.
What am I supposed to see? I don't even know where the enemy is because of the fog. Where are we going?
“5, 6, 7 infantry! Forward!”
But it can't be. It was the army that had to be unloaded. Moreover, the fire could have splattered to him for no reason. A desperate knight orders his infantry to march.
Subsequent advancement orders from the infantry commanders have been issued, and other knights have been ordered.
The fog makes a mess, and the infantry just moves forward. I can't see a inch in front of you, but Albrecht has swept away so far that the pace of his march is slow.
The king of the wildlings screams again, wielding his iron mace. With a few more soldiers dead, the pace of march is slightly faster.
Then, more than 20 arrows flew in from the far right. A single arrow hits the knight's temple precisely.
“Aah!”
“There! There are the bandits! ”
“Ugh!”
The one who was baptized with arrows is distracted. Some scream in agony, and some cry when they fly up to the arrow.
You hear a scream from the far right because of the mist, and the left wing commander urgently orders the soldiers to roll in to the right.
The line is broken, but you just decide to push with the numbers. I'm about to enter the forest, and there's about 20 arrows flying in.
“Aah! Fuck! ”
“Here too! ”
“Bastards!”
You hear the sound of evil soldiers being struck by arrows everywhere.
I can't see a single inch ahead of the commanders, but the arrows are flying in the fog, so I don't know if I should charge or keep moving forward.
“Shields up! Hold your shields steady! ”
Soldiers were dying. What am I supposed to do if it comes from the side?
The soldiers just hope that the arrows don't fly to them, or at least they'll be blocked by their shields.
The commanders of the left and right sides swiftly charged the knights in the direction of the arrows.
They were knights. There was nothing we could do. What do I do if I can't see him? You just press forward with your shield and run. And I was angry because I had been hurt. Keep your eyes peeled for bandits! I'll kill you all!
However, it was also a complex heart with a lot of anxiety about whether the Horseman Knight would appear to him. Then why is the Horseman Knight with the bandits? I had my doubts, but I didn't have much time to think about it.
You see the entrance of the forest immediately after the sight of the knights running from the right. We had to slow it down so it wouldn't hit us with trees.
Due to the lack of vision, the knights lost their charge and became almost as scattered as the horns in the forest. I just wanted to run slowly and find the bandits.
Then some knights fall into Halberd, stabbed in the neck and die.
“Huff!”
“Help me!”
“Here come the bandits! ”
The rest of the Knights quickly turn their heads to the sound. Then, a tiger pops out of the fog.
Albrecht pops out of nowhere and starts hitting knights with his bare hands.
The knights began to rapidly decline in numbers, with their necks cut off, their shields broken, their arms cut off, their axes stabbed in the chest, their heads split, and so on.
“It's the Demon King! Albrecht! It's the Horseman Knight!”
As you hear the sound of the Demon King screaming in the mist, the knights begin to flee to the place where they were frightened.
The soldiers who were advancing from the right have stopped. They rushed to think. If you go any further from here, you will die.
The Knights charged in from the left felt haunted by something. There's definitely arrows coming from this direction. The bandits are nowhere to be seen.
You continue to look into the woods, hesitating to turn back, and you hear an ally scream from the far right.
And when you hear the sound of the Horseman Knight, you panic and decide to go back and reorganize. Now the knights are too scattered. Then I tangled with the nearby infantry. It was fucked up.
The knights were frightened at the sight of their infantry. Then I thought he was an ally, and I shouted annoyed for no reason.
“Get out of my way, you lowlife! ”
Then you kick the infantry on top of the horse, bashing it with a sword, and just push it out. Then an arrow flew out of the fog and pierced the knight's back neck.
“Queek! Queek! ”
The soldiers around you feel shitty as the knight irritates you. Suddenly, when he's stabbed in the back of the arrow, he panics and raises his shield forward. But this time, dozens of arrows flew in from the side.
“Ow!”
“Please! Fuck!”
“Aah!”
The soldiers of the left wing ran forward without being commanded by evil because they were still under the same technique.
“You sons of bitches! What are you doing!”
The infantry commanders spit and try to detain them, but they are already out of control.
However, the soldiers could not see the bandits, no matter how many times the demons ran forward.
The right can't move forward because of fear, the left is a mess, the center just moves forward without a hitch, and I don't know where the enemy is.
In fact, the situation was not that great, but the commanders, knights, and soldiers were mentally exhausted. I don't know what to do. The Wild King is the only one running wild.
And again, arrows fly from the right side. The impatient commanders let the troops loose and simply push them into the woods.
But I also didn't find any rats, I was just wandering the foggy forest. And then the arrow flew in, and the Horseman Knight appeared and slaughtered the knights or soldiers.
The commanders had no idea what to do. There's a predator in the forest that can't be caught, and it looks like there are Goblins, not bandits, and for those who've only experienced spins, they just want this to be a dream.
After a while, it became noon, and the fog slowly lifted. Then we spread out and did a systematic search, but we didn't see anything.
The commanders wanted to return to the encampment, but the Wild King shouted at the whale that he couldn't until the bandits were caught.
By nightfall, the wildling king had no choice. The commanders return to the encampment with exhausted knights and soldiers.
And in front of them, I saw all the burned supplies. I wanted to make a statement to the Wild King that I should retreat, but no one spoke up.
The next day, reports came in that the Queen's headquarters are advancing and approaching. The commanders thought it was better. The Wild King also ordered a march.
Even if it rained, the land that grew in the forest or grass did not become muddy. However, the grass was scarce and the soil was so dense that it could hardly walk.
The queen's troops marched around the hills they had been scouting for when they thought they were getting closer to the Wild King. Around the hill is almost as dense as a lilac.
Commanders, lords, knights, and all the soldiers were nervous about the coming battle. Fewer soldiers, more capable commanders. They have reviewed the operation numerous times and confirmed it.
And where the army is stationed, the Queen marches in armor.
It was a time when a monarch would fight in battle, even if he did not fight on the front line. If you don't show your face, the soldiers don't know why they have to fight.
Rosamund thought that even if that's not the case, and even if he didn't command it, he should be on the battlefield to fight for his life.
As the commanders and knights gallop forward, encouraging the soldiers and making final checks, a group emerges from the forest to the right.
I was startled, but soon I noticed that they were guardian knights and rangers, and my face turned pale.
No one knows how much damage he's done to his enemies as a scout report. Of course, information was inaccurate because of the age limitations, but the more inaccurate it became, the stronger it became, the more legendary it became.
They heard that Albrecht raided the garrison alone and burned down 6,000 troops. Half right, half wrong.
Borrowing the power of the fog played a huge role. An individual can't take on 6,000 unless he casts his magic. But they believed Albrecht had stood alone against 6,000 without looking.
Albrecht didn't care if he was a legend or worshipped. I ran as fast as I could and pulled Rosamund out of the horse, hugging him and kissing him.
I don't know why the people around me clapped. The Rangers make an unworthy look on their faces with their poop chewing. They thought, Get to work, man.
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