The Regressed Mercenary’s Machinations

Chapter 291: Chapter 290: Breaking Through as Is (4)



When summoned by Ghislain, Kaor and the knights from the Shadow Mountains immediately brought the contracted hunters to Fenris's estate.

Some hunters initially resisted, refusing to go, but all had a change of heart after

experiencing the "Ironcliff King" Kaor's persuasive methods.

With the Turian Kingdom guaranteeing Ghislain's contract, the hunters, who had nowhere else to go, couldn't flee even if they wanted to.

The knights were reassigned to the Knight order and accompanied Ghislain, while Kaor took charge of protecting the mages with the hunters.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Neighhh!

"Aaaaaargh!"

Desmond's cavalry, unaccustomed to fighting hunters, was caught off guard and fell one after another.

"Ha! Easier than monsters!"

To the hunters, cavalrymen were just oversized monsters with four legs, capable only of charging in straight lines.

Having honed their skills against monsters with bizarre and unpredictable anatomies, the hunters found fighting cavalry far less challenging.

"Ah! One got through!"

Of course, with nearly a thousand cavalrymen attacking, it wasn't possible to stop all of them. A few managed to breach the hunters' unrefined lines and charged toward the mages.

Thud, thud, thud, thud!

Vanessa, who was casting spells with an outstretched hand, turned to face the approaching cavalry. She raised her other hand, which had been free, toward them.

"Earth Wall."

Rumble!

A wall of earth rose instantly. The charging Desmond cavalry crashed into it.

Boom! Crash! Boom!

"Aaaaaargh!"

Neighhh!

The horses, struck by the sudden impact, cried out and fell. Some cavalrymen, unable to stop

in time, were thrown over the wall and onto the ground.

The following riders were forced to pull up abruptly.

Watching this, Kaor shouted in dismay.

"You idiots! Protect the mages! This isn't monster hunting!"

Kaor, who had been posturing, rushed in to cut down the cavalrymen himself. Only then did the other hunters reestablish a second defensive line, holding back the cavalry.

"Whew... that was close."

Kaor wiped the sweat from his brow. If the mages had been harmed-especially Vanessa- Ghislain wouldn't have let him or the hunters off the hook.

In fact, if that had happened, the real issue wouldn't be Ghislain's wrath, but the likelihood of losing the war and being forced to flee.

Meanwhile, as Vanessa's focus wavered from dealing with the cavalry, Desmond's forces unleashed a volley of spells.

Vanessa quickly turned back and dispelled some of the incoming magic, but several still struck Fenris's forces who had already broken into Desmond's formation.

Although they were low-circle spells and caused minimal damage thanks to their armor, continued attacks like this posed a significant threat.

"Damn it!"

Vanessa unleashed a wide-area attack spell on Desmond's formation.

She didn't expect success, as the enemy also had a 6th-circle mage. Her goal was simply to divert the enemy mages' attention toward herself, even if the attempt failed.

"Ugh!"

Vanessa began coughing up blood, not just from her nose but now from her mouth as well. Still, she gritted her teeth and held on.

Meanwhile, the hunters immediately pounced on the cavalry lingering behind the earth wall. The cavalry, caught off guard, found themselves locked in chaotic melee combat with the hunters.

This style of combat heavily favored the hunters. They were well-versed in fighting without structured formations.

Boom! Boom!

"Die, you bastards!"

"Gaaaah!"

The cavalry, limited in their movements atop their horses, struggled and were gradually overwhelmed.

The hunters, working in teams, swung their large swords with precision, pressuring the cavalry relentlessly.

"Hahaha! I'm unstoppable!"

The most outstanding fighter, as expected, was Kaor. Wielding his sword with reckless abandon, he cut down cavalrymen with unparalleled ease.

"Damn it! What's with this guy?!"

"I thought the main force had charged into our formation!"

"Kill him first!"

Kaor grinned, delighted by the enemies converging on him.

"Oh? You're all coming for me? Fine, bring it on!"

Kaor's excitement only grew, and the attention he drew helped reduce the pressure on the other hunters. With fewer cavalry heading their way, the hunters had an easier time fighting.

Among the hunters, a young-looking man cut down a horse's leg with a swift stroke. As the horse collapsed, the man followed up with a clean strike, killing the rider.

Thwack!

It was a precise, unhesitating attack. The young man was Arel, who had followed Ghislain to Fenris after being saved by him.

"Whew..."

Taking a deep breath, Arel tightened his grip on his sword once more.

Having only completed basic training, he couldn't participate as a cavalryman. Instead, he joined Kaor to protect the mages.

Determined to grow stronger, Arel had thrown himself into physical training and practice. While he still had much to learn, his resolve to defend the estate was second to none.

'I can't let that happen again.'

He vividly remembered the devastation caused by the barbarians-the lives lost and villages destroyed. He refused to endure such horrors a second time.

While his younger brother studied administrative duties, Arel considered Fenris his second home, one he was determined to protect.

"Hyah!"

Without pause, Arel swung his sword again. Despite his muscles stiffening from tension and fatigue setting in, he maintained his focus.

Precise strikes under any circumstances-that was the first lesson Ghislain had taught him.

Kaor, observing Arel's clean form, stroked his chin.

"Hmm... Not bad for a rookie. It's like looking at a younger version of myself. Someone who trains diligently, just like I did."

That was a lie. At Arel's age, Kaor had been busy drinking and partying, barely training at all.

As Kaor chuckled and praised himself, the hunters steadily reduced the number of cavalry.

Thanks to their efforts, Desmond's cavalry couldn't reach the mages. The surviving cavalry were now busy fleeing.

Those who ran would either regroup with other forces or retreat from the battlefield entirely.

As some hunters instinctively chased after the fleeing cavalry, Kaor shouted.

"Don't chase them! Stop chasing, you idiots!"

The hunters finally regained their senses and formed a defensive perimeter around the

mages, keeping watch for any threats. With the situation under control, Kaor approached Arel.

"Hey, rookie. You're pretty good."

"Thank you!"

"You saw me fight, right? What did you think?"

"It was incredible!"

To Arel, Kaor was a remarkable warrior. Seeing him slaughter dozens of cavalry alone left Arel

in awe.

Grinning smugly, Kaor asked another question.

"So, who do you think is stronger-me or the old man?"

Arel hesitated, slightly turning his head to the side. Kaor followed his gaze, persistently

pressing.

"Who's stronger?"

"...

Arel turned his head in the opposite direction, but Kaor moved again to meet his eyes.

"Who?"

Childish. It was unbearably childish, but ignoring him wasn't an option. Arel eventually gave

in to reality and responded.

"...I think Sir Kaor is stronger."

"Hahaha! Right? The old man is laid up at the back right now because he's weak! That's just

how it is for the weak! Hahaha!"

Gillian and the injured had long since left the battlefield. They were likely being treated by

Piote and the staff at a temporary base far from here.

Thud, thud, thud, thud! Emerson, who had been chasing the cavalry archers, glanced at the now quiet rear of Fenris's

forces and frowned.

'Did they fail?'

He had briefly hoped when magic was cast from the friendly formation, but it seemed it had

only distracted the enemy momentarily.

'I have to decide.'

Should he continue pursuing the cavalry archers, or attack the mages?

After a moment's deliberation, Emerson looked ahead.

The cavalry archers continued evading the cavalry, but all the while, they kept firing arrows

toward the parts of Desmond's army engaged elsewhere.

They were, without a doubt, the perfect unit for infuriating the enemy.

If those cavalry archers weren't dealt with, his forces would continue to be dragged around.

But-

'I'll take care of the mages first.'

Despite having Willow, a 6th-circle mage, their magic offense was weak due to having to counter Fenris's mages, which was why Desmond's army was being pushed back.

If they could eliminate Fenris's mages, the tide of the battle would shift immediately. After

all, the very existence of mages was one reason cavalry archers had fallen out of favor. There was no need to let the cavalry archers dictate the flow of the battle. Though he resolved to attack the mages, he couldn't head straight for them. If he let them go

now, the cavalry archers would rejoin Fenris's central forces and provide support.

He needed to keep them as far away from the center as possible first.

"Push harder!"

Emerson shouted as he spurred his horse onward. However, the speed of the cavalry archers

made it difficult to herd them as he intended.

Even wearing full armor, their movements were unnaturally light. On top of that, their horses seemed exceptionally strong and energetic.

The cavalry archers avoided direct confrontation because Emerson's forces outnumbered them, focusing only on firing arrows as they retreated. The only option was to predict their movements and force them toward a specific direction.

Thud, thud, thud, thud!

'Just a little more!'

Drawing on his extensive experience, Emerson adjusted his direction gradually, predicting

the cavalry archers' path.

As a seasoned cavalry commander, Emerson carefully closed the distance, catching up to

Fenris's cavalry archers.

At the very back of the fleeing cavalry, Ascon kept glancing behind him, shouting loudly.

"Hey, you bastards! Run faster! I'm gonna die here!"

The enemy was closing in with terrifying speed. While the others were escaping, his horse was

suspiciously slower than the rest.

He was already lagging behind, so much so that he had fallen out of formation, yet his horse

seemed content to trot leisurely as if out for a casual stroll.

"You piece of shit! Move faster! Damn it!"

No matter how much he cursed, the horse wouldn't pick up speed. At this rate, he'd be the first

to die.

Grinding his teeth, Ascon finally grabbed his bow.

"Guess I'll just have to deal with that guy first."

Turning his body, he aimed at the lead rider chasing him-clearly the commander. Desmond's cavalry didn't use full plate armor like Fenris. The commander chasing him wore

chainmail and a helmet with a small slit for vision.

If Ascon could hit that small opening in the helmet, he could take the commander out in one

shot.

Elves, when focused, possessed archery skills precise enough to hit even the tiniest gaps,

aided by their connection to nature.

Creak...

Ascon drew his bow, concentrating intently. His body swayed with the motion of the horse,

but it didn't matter. The wind would guide his arrow to its target.

This was a technique only an elf could master.

It took a little time to aim, but it was a devastatingly accurate shot.

'I can feel the wind.'

Every sense in his body told him the exact moment to release the arrow. Now, the wind

whispered, was the time to strike.

'Ride the wind.'

Thwang!

Seeing a flash of light, Emerson instinctively raised his shield.

Whisssh!

The arrow, riding the wind, soared high into the sky and vanished.

"Damn it! Of course, it missed."

Snort!

Meanwhile, Ascon's horse seemed amused, baring its teeth in what looked like a laugh as it

trotted along.

Emerson, on the other hand, was seething as he watched the arrow disappear into the sky. "Mocking me like this!"

It was insulting. There was no way a cavalry archer's aim could be so poor.

The slow pace, the casual escape, and now this-it was clear this soldier was toying with him.

As if daring him to try and catch up.

To throw such a provocation in the middle of a war.

Grinding his teeth, Emerson growled.

"I'll kill you for this."

Just a little further. Then he'd break away and charge the mages.

The intensity of the battlefield continued to escalate. Both sides were throwing everything

they had at each other, but neither could deliver a decisive blow.

Fenris's troops had exceptional individual skill but were too few in number, while Desmond's army had overwhelming numbers but couldn't seize control of the fight. Both sides knew that taking out the mages would turn the tide of battle. However, as the battle dragged on, it was Fenris who was at a disadvantage. Even now, their

situation wasn't exactly favorable. Had it not been for Ghislain's efforts, the tide might have

turned against them already.

Boom! Boom!

With his red eyes glowing, Ghislain swung his spear with overwhelming force.

The relentless heavy infantry of Desmond's forces couldn't withstand his attacks and were

thrown aside.

Shields and armor were shattered, and corpses piled up. Spears flew through the air, exploiting every gap.

"Aaaaaargh! This monster!"

"Knights! Stop that man immediately!"

"Stop him! He's after Lord Willow!"Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Shouts erupted from all directions, but no one could stop Ghislain as he steadily advanced.

They couldn't even surround him completely. The knights and soldiers of Fenris, with their

strong defenses, were fighting fiercely to protect Ghislain's rear.

Rumble!

Ghislain could feel the strain on his body. As he got closer to the mages, stronger knights and

more determined soldiers began throwing themselves at him.

'Just a little more.'

It wasn't far now. A few more pushes, and he'd be close enough to take the mage's head.

Boom! Boom!

Each step Ghislain and his black horse took created a path through the enemy ranks. Together,

they looked like a demonic force dominating the battlefield.

As Desmond's defensive lines crumbled, a loud shout erupted from one side.

"Clear the way!"

Shwaaash!

The soldiers fighting Ghislain suddenly backed off, creating distance.

Thud, thud, thud, thud!

At the same time, a group of knights clad in silver armor, wielding halberds and spears with

axe-like blades, appeared.

At their head was Lenos, who roared.

"Kill Count Fenris!"

The Royal Guard of Desmond, the most elite knights, charged directly at Ghislain.

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