A city plunged into chaos with the emergence of servant of evil god. Even a short distance from Norwin's location, there were those who had managed to maintain the front line.
"What the hell are these things!"
The cries of the puzzled old soldier were caused by the unreasonableness of facing an enemy who was still getting up after slashing and slashing and slashing.
'Agh!"
One of the allies was deeply wounded and fell to his knees. The line was just barely holding, but it was pushed even further in.
This had been repeating itself for some time.
The nightmare was that the strong enemy, with little chance of winning even in a one-on-one fight, would come back again and again. It was pointless to deal them mortal wounds in a many-on-one battle; only their own line was being depleted.
One by one, their strength decreased. The number of defenders is still manageable for now, but it won't be long before we run out of defenders and are overrun.
"Damn!"
It was only because the man had been O'Brien's subordinate for so many years that he was able to keep them this long. On the other hand, it's a hell that even old soldiers can't keep for long.
What should be done,
The man desperately tried to think, but with his mind's resources occupied by the rapidly changing battlefield, there was no way he could come up with a breakthrough.
And so, as he was gradually being cornered and the end was in sight, the man said to himself, "There he is!
"There they are!"
came the voice of reinforcements.
A troop made up of various people, mainly those who had also been O'Brien's subordinates, came pouring into the battlefield.
The many people in the mix must have been a last-minute, improvised unit. However, they showed such leadership that it was hard to believe that they were just that, and they slaughtered the dependents one after another.
Naturally, even if they were defeated once, they would rise again, but the entire unit moved without waste, taking this into consideration.
Each and every one of them worked in unison to kill the enemy swiftly and surely. The speed, certainty, and above all, the mercilessness of the troops made the old soldier think, "Oh, no.
"Oh no, I don't believe ...... that this is your Excellency."
He felt O'Brien's train of thought.
Suddenly rescued, he was not aware of what kind of force this reinforcement was, or where it was centered.
But he is a ferocious man who has been putting O'Brien's thoughts into action for decades. Therefore, he was able to trace back the battle situation, the flow of people, and their thoughts to the location of the unit's commanding officers.
And there, at the destination, was Norwin, who was frantically handling his troops, supported by his colleague, an old soldier.
"What,a t that young age."
In his opinion, it was not enough. His associates are filling in the gaps and getting as close to O'Brien as possible.
'Ha, well, I see. ...... I see that you are not yet dead."
The trembling voice is probably due to a warrior's shiver. The blurring of vision is probably dust in the eyes.
The gaping hole in the heart of the person who lost the Lord is being filled, albeit only a little. It is still a small star at the moment, but it will surely fill up and grow to overflowing in the future.
I thought this battlefield was the grave. ...... my lord, I cannot go there yet.
His fighting spirit is on the rise. There is probably no subordinate who would not be filled with the desire to fight when he sees that boy, who can be called a heir to O'Brien's legacy.
Therefore, he is also drawn to Norwin.
A city plunged into chaos with the emergence of servant of evil god. Even a short distance from Norwin's location, there were those who had managed to maintain the front line.
"What the hell are these things!"
The cries of the puzzled old soldier were caused by the unreasonableness of facing an enemy who was still getting up after slashing and slashing and slashing.
'Agh!"
One of the allies was deeply wounded and fell to his knees. The line was just barely holding, but it was pushed even further in.
This had been repeating itself for some time.
The nightmare was that the strong enemy, with little chance of winning even in a one-on-one fight, would come back again and again. It was pointless to deal them mortal wounds in a many-on-one battle; only their own line was being depleted.
One by one, their strength decreased. The number of defenders is still manageable for now, but it won't be long before we run out of defenders and are overrun.
"Damn!"
It was only because the man had been O'Brien's subordinate for so many years that he was able to keep them this long. On the other hand, it's a hell that even old soldiers can't keep for long.
What should be done,
The man desperately tried to think, but with his mind's resources occupied by the rapidly changing battlefield, there was no way he could come up with a breakthrough.
And so, as he was gradually being cornered and the end was in sight, the man said to himself, "There he is!
"There they are!"
came the voice of reinforcements.
A troop made up of various people, mainly those who had also been O'Brien's subordinates, came pouring into the battlefield.
The many people in the mix must have been a last-minute, improvised unit. However, they showed such leadership that it was hard to believe that they were just that, and they slaughtered the dependents one after another.
Naturally, even if they were defeated once, they would rise again, but the entire unit moved without waste, taking this into consideration.
Each and every one of them worked in unison to kill the enemy swiftly and surely. The speed, certainty, and above all, the mercilessness of the troops made the old soldier think, "Oh, no.
"Oh no, I don't believe ...... that this is your Excellency."
He felt O'Brien's train of thought.
Suddenly rescued, he was not aware of what kind of force this reinforcement was, or where it was centered.
But he is a ferocious man who has been putting O'Brien's thoughts into action for decades. Therefore, he was able to trace back the battle situation, the flow of people, and their thoughts to the location of the unit's commanding officers.
And there, at the destination, was Norwin, who was frantically handling his troops, supported by his colleague, an old soldier.
"What,a t that young age."
In his opinion, it was not enough. His associates are filling in the gaps and getting as close to O'Brien as possible.
'Ha, well, I see. ...... I see that you are not yet dead."
The trembling voice is probably due to a warrior's shiver. The blurring of vision is probably dust in the eyes.
The gaping hole in the heart of the person who lost the Lord is being filled, albeit only a little. It is still a small star at the moment, but it will surely fill up and grow to overflowing in the future.
I thought this battlefield was the grave. ...... my lord, I cannot go there yet.
His fighting spirit is on the rise. There is probably no subordinate who would not be filled with the desire to fight when he sees that boy, who can be called a heir to O'Brien's legacy.
Therefore, he is also drawn to Norwin.
