"My lord, our vanguard has begun to crumble!"
The guards' shouts jolted Vulgar, who had been standing there in a daze, back to reality.
Watching his soldiers being trampled over by the heavy cavalry like weeds, Vorgia's eyes turned bloodshot. He threw his helmet to the ground and punched himself hard in the cheek.
Ulster's fighting spirit ultimately restored his will to fight after a brief moment of distraction.
"Messenger! Fire the signal arrows!" Vorgal shouted, taking the weapon handed to him by a guard. "The supervisors advance! Those who retreat, kill! Those who defect, kill! Those who disobey orders, kill!"
An arrow with a whistle attached rose into the air, emitting a sharp and piercing whistle.
Dozens of fleeing soldiers were killed on the battlefield; their screams and blood immediately shocked all the retreating soldiers.
"Disgrace! Disgrace to Ulster!" Vorgal rode forward and shouted to all the soldiers in front, "A thousand Ulsters, scared away by twenty-eight cavalrymen! Where is your courage? Where is your oath?! I see only cowardice! From this moment on, anyone who dares to retreat another step will have their entire family punished for treason!"
After executing deserters and intimidating the enemy, the morale of Alster's army gradually stabilized, and Vorgia began to turn his attention to the heavy cavalry in the ranks.
This group of knights, who surrendered without resistance, launched an unprecedented charge, actually piercing through three square formations, and were finally stopped in front of the commander's guard.
As the enemy's warhorses gradually slowed down, the Ulster soldiers, driven by their officers, slowly surrounded the twenty-eight knights.
Staring at the knights trapped in the encirclement, Vorgia brandished his longsword and ordered the messenger, "Archers! Aim at these cavalrymen's horses! Get these bastards off their horses first!"
With the sound of bowstrings piercing the air, arrows flew like locusts and pierced the bodies of warhorses. But to everyone's disappointment, these mounts only let out a few low neighs and remained standing in place, without falling down.
Vorgal paused for a moment, then ordered again, "Archers, stand back! Throwing axes, prepare!"
The heavy infantryman stepped forward, drew his throwing axe from his waist, and pointed the blade at the isolated and helpless knight.
To everyone's surprise, the twenty-eight knights threw their lances into the crowd, and after killing dozens of enemies, they even threw down their shields.
Vorgal's eyes widened, and he asked in confusion, "What do they want to do?!"
Then, something happened that stunned everyone.
Countless parasitic limbs, like the many legs of a spider, emerged from beneath the knight's armor, writhing and growing in mid-air.
The soldiers of Ulster were terrified by the horrific scene. Some turned and ran away without even caring about the crime of desertion; others sat on the ground, shouting the name of God.
"Gods above! What kind of monsters are these...?" Fugal gasped, staring at the countless parasitic limbs in the air that resembled tentacles. He shuddered and ordered again, "You bastards! What are you standing there for?! Attack!"
Heavy throwing axes were hurled from Ulster's army at the knights.
As the axe whistled through the air, the parasitic limbs began to spin and swing incessantly. The two collided, producing a dull metallic clang. As a result, the parasitic limbs deflected most of the projectiles. Occasionally, one or two attacks by the Ulsters were effective, but they only caused the knight to sway on his horse, and the knight quickly regained his footing.
After a round of axe throwing, the knights were unharmed.
Under the terrified gaze of the soldiers, the twenty-eight knights began to move.
They spurred their horses forward slowly, and the limbs that had been twisting in mid-air began to tilt, pointing their sharp bone spikes at the surrounding soldiers.
A dragon bone limb suddenly shot forward with lightning speed. The attack was as swift and deadly as a cobra raising its head to strike, leaving a bloody hole the size of an egg in the chest of a heavy infantryman wearing chainmail.
Immediately afterwards, the second and third keel segments pierced out one after another. Each stab took no more than half a second, but it always ended a life precisely.
As the horse's hooves landed faster and faster, the attack frequency of the parasitic limbs on the knight also increased. In the end, these spikes made of dragon bones, like machine guns at full power, harvested all the creatures within their attack range with lightning speed.
Ulster's army completely collapsed, and even the disciplinary squads were unable to stop the fleeing soldiers.
To make matters worse, the roar of warriors echoed from the distance of the battlefield as two hundred gladiators rushed out of the forest and ran at full speed toward the camp.
A dejected Vorgal lowered his weapon, looking at the twenty-eight "Grim Reapers" relentlessly reaping lives before him, then at the gladiators charging towards the camp. He said helplessly to the messenger beside him, "Pass down the order: all troops must disperse and flee the battlefield. Do not linger in battle if you encounter the enemy. In short, every person who can escape back home is a contribution..."
Just as Vulgar had completely lost his will to fight, the twenty-eight knights suddenly stopped attacking, and the gladiators on the battlefield also stopped running.
Everyone on the battlefield turned their gaze toward the distant Froststone Camp, where a thick plume of black smoke billowed above the forest, and the faint glow of fire could still be seen.
Vorgal was first surprised, then puzzled, and finally overjoyed.
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