"Prepare for battle!" Victor raised his Longsword, the tattoos on his face twisting hideously as his muscles tensed. "Let these Vilt People see the might of the Northern Warriors!"
The battle erupted fiercely in the narrow valley.
Though the Rosenia army was exhausted, they still displayed tenacious fighting strength under Victor's command.
"For the God of Truth!" Victor personally led the center army forward, every swing of the Longsword in his hand cutting through the air with a vicious whistle.
Viscount Hans calmly observed the battlefield, his gaunt arm gesturing continuously as he directed reserve troops to fill gaps in the defensive line.
"Don't be impatient," he said to the messenger beside him. "Let the infantry wear down their stamina first."
「The battle raged on until evening.」
The valley was strewn with corpses, their blood dyeing the new green of early spring red.
Baron Belede was wounded in the melee, and for a moment, the Black Rock Banner faltered.
