Chapter 7 - 6
Morale among the troops was high.
"We won!" one soldier cheered. "At this rate, we might survive!"
"Yeah, the Decurions knew what they were doing. No regrets following them."
Lumberling returned to the archer squad. They had to move—fast—to set up the next ambush. But plans rarely survived the battlefield. Their allies had launched simultaneous attacks and were now under pursuit themselves.
A pigeon landed on the Decurion’s arm. He opened the tiny message and barked new orders.
"Change of plans! We’re assisting our allies. The enemy’s pursuing them!"
Lumberling and the rest veered off, trekking through rocky terrain toward their destination. The sounds of battle grew louder—clashing steel, desperate screams. Their allies were locked in combat with over 200 infantry.
They charged in, but they were barely a hundred strong.
Lumberling gripped his spear and activated Sprint, aiming straight for the nearest enemy. He didn’t go after Knight Pages. Not yet. He needed to thin the herd.
His spear shot forward like lightning, piercing a soldier’s throat—then bursting through and striking another behind him.
(You have devoured the Infantry Soldier’s essence. 5 essence absorbed. Absorbing a portion of the Infantry Soldier’s memories and experiences.)