Chapter 63: Conquest { XXIII }

"ENGAGE!!" Fagin and Rowan yelled out in unison.Following their collective battle cries, the soldiers from both sides began moving toward each other bravely, ready to tear one another apart to ensure their victory.

Fagin stayed behind while his soldiers launched at Winterseed's, a confident smirk on his face--one akin to that of a victor! Ren, Liara, and the disfigured Stanis stayed behind as well.

On the other hand, Rowan rode in front of his soldiers, sword lifted and eyes fixed on the army riding toward him. There was no trace of fear in his gaze, only a strong killing intent and brilliantly shining eyes assessing his foes.

The soldiers ran beside him with boosted confidence, their eyes set ahead, ready to conquer.

However, while the Winterseed soldiers displayed seriousness and a willingness to win the battle, Glenwood soldiers were the opposite; they had calm and collected expressions, some even chuckling and mocking the small number of soldiers running toward them.

Even the number of soldiers on horses was greater than the total number of soldiers running toward them. So, how could they really win?

Glenwood soldiers held this belief in their hearts, viewing the soldiers in front of them like ants that could be easily stomped on.

Rowan smirked at the unseriousness in their eyes--this was his plan! To create an illusion of victory in their perspective and then reveal his trump card when they least expected it.

The distance between the Glenwood army and Winterseed army shortened drastically, with only a few seconds remaining before they clashed.

At that moment, Rowan lifted his hand once again and yelled, "ATTACK NOW!!" in a loud voice.

Glenwood soldiers looked at him as though they were looking at a fool as they advanced in his direction.

"What is this fool doing?"

"Is this guy crazy? How is he even the Lord of Winterseed?"

They commented after hearing Rowan call to attack. They wondered why he was asking his men to attack when they were already doing so--only a madman would do that, they thought.

Nevertheless, just seconds after Rowan's shout, loud rustling noises erupted from the forest, forming a left-right wall around them.

At first, it started as a faint noise, like a small animal crawling through the bushes, but then it grew significantly louder.

The loud rustling sounds of the thick bushes distracted the soldiers very close to the forest, causing them to fearfully observe their sides. But it was too late.

"AHHHH!!"

Suddenly, loud battle cries resounded from the bushes, causing a swift disorientation in the hearts of Glenwood soldiers.

Lord Fagin, who stayed behind, couldn't help but shiver intensely. His fat figure fell off the horse carrying him. The horse, equally terrified, turned its back and fled. Searᴄh the novёlF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Following the battle cries, Winterseed soldiers emerged from the bushes one after another. They sprinted toward their opponents with dead serious expressions and began swinging their swords menacingly.

Roland and his soldiers were the first to attack, emerging right at the last line of the Glenwood army, very close to Lord Fagin, who was now struggling to lift his body off the ground.

"Attack, do not spare any of them!" Roland commanded.

The soldiers under him began stabbing the disoriented soldiers marching from the last lines. With determination to free their village and protect their loved ones, they fought valiantly.

Bryce, Bruce, and Josh attacked from the other wings as well.

Just a few seconds after the appearance of the soldiers from the bushes, the battlefield became chaotic.

One after another, Glenwood men fell to the ground with stab and slash wounds on their bodies.

The remaining soldiers tried to fight against the new foes, but it was nearly impossible. They were all stationed to attack the army in front of them, unaware of those from the side, making defense nearly impossible.

Rowan watched the chaos brewing, and a victorious smirk appeared on his face. He summoned two swords from his inventory and motivated the soldiers once more.

"This is it! Our victory is right in front of us! Grab it with all your strength! Show no mercy!" he yelled.

The soldiers behind him let out a loud "YEAHHH!!" and continued forward, clashing against the frontline of soldiers fearlessly.

Rowan clashed with a soldier on horseback. As the soldier struggled to regain composure, Rowan stabbed him in the chest, killing him.

[Slayed X1 foe, +70 Evolution points]

DING [100x Rewards activated | 7,000 evolution points]

Rowan ignored the reward from killing the soldier and moved on to his next opponent. With both swords tightly clenched, he felled every foe that came his way!

The battlefield descended into chaos. Screams and the clash of steel filled the air as Rowan's ambush took full effect. Glenwood soldiers, confident moments earlier, were now panicking. The calm smirks they had worn earlier vanished instantly as Winterseed forces poured out from the forest, attacking with relentless fury.

"What the hell?" one of the Glenwood soldiers yelled, his voice trembling with fear.

Waga observed the battlefield with a stunned expression and yelled, "Hold the line! Regroup!" immediately.

But the command fell on deaf ears. No one heard or paid attention to his words as they fought for their lives.

Winterseed soldiers didn't hold back at all. They used all the anger they had harbored for the past six years under the harsh vassal decree by Glenwood to slaughter without consideration.

Fagin, still on the ground, no longer held the same confident smirk he had earlier.

His hands trembled as he watched his army crumble. "This can't be happening," he muttered, wide-eyed, as he struggled to lift himself from the ground.

He would have escaped already, but his horse had already fled the battlefield, leaving him helpless.

He could only watch with widened eyes.

He saw the men right ahead of him getting slaughtered with no defense from them.

He watched as his army crumbled slowly.

His people, his dream, his life--they all crumbled as the strength of his army diminished with each passing second