Chapter 384: The Duty of the Defeated
“Push forward! Victory is ours!” Tiren shouted.
The gates of Tatur were on the verge of collapsing.
Amid the chaos, where friend and foe clashed in a blur of steel, a lone horse surged forward, dropping the enemy soldiers like leaves, their death cries filling the air.
“Go.”
Nain Darhon, spotting movement from the frontlines, raised his staff and pointed forward, sending the undead servants around him charging at full speed.
Crack—! Crash...!
The troops summoned by his magic moved with such agility that it was hard to believe they were undead. They cut down the imperials with terrifying speed.
“...?!”
However, Nain Darhon’s confident expression quickly soured as he saw his soldiers’ fate.
Thwack—!! Crunch—!!
The knight riding on horseback took them down swiftly, shattering their skulls or severing their heads outright.