Chapter 375 - The Fall of Western Army 4 (1/2)

“Kuek! I can’t just die… in here!”

An old knight was walking on the unsteady path of the mountain.

His colorful armor and uniform were torn and broken everywhere, and the white hair on his head was ruffled.

His steps stumbled every time he tried to take a step while holding his stomach with one hand and using the other hand to use his sword as a cane.

The old knight was Duke Butler.

Due to the betrayal of Marquis Vanden, he had lost everything. However, he managed to escape with his life at the expense of his men.

“Vanden… Rudolf… I will take your necks! Even if I have to sell my soul to the devil himself!”

With a terrifying goal, he was running away, but the resentment of Butler didn’t die down.

Sniff.

“There are blood marks here!”

“Catch him! He couldn’t have gotten much farther away!”

From behind, he heard the cries of the Emperor’s dogs who were pursuing him.

It took less than an hour for a few knights to spot out the enemy.

His long struggle had failed.

“This way! Butler is here!”

Butler hurried at the shouts of the soldiers who were chasing him.

However, the dog’s under the Emperor ran and caught the leg of Butler.

“Keuk! These hybrid dogs!”

Catch! Catch!

After wielding his sword and slicing the two, the other dogs began to attack him too.

But in the meantime, the chasing men appeared.

“HuHuhu. If we cut the throat of this old man, we can get the title of Marquis and a manor… Keuk!”

The knight, who looked down on Butler, got his neck choked on a spear.

The soldiers, who were scared, didn’t approach the man.

“Tch, I am a dragon inside…”

The leader, who was leading the pursuit, raised his hand.

The archers aimed at Butler.

“Launch!”

When the orders fell, dozens of archers pulled their arrows.

Swosh! Swosh!

The arrow that flew threw the wind poured down like rain on Butler.

Butler wielded his sword to avoid the incoming arrows, but with his injuries, he wasn’t able to block all the arrows.

“Kuek! Kuak!”

Starting from his leg, dozens of arrows hit his entire body.

His armor did prevent him from dying, but the pain he had to bear was too much.

Thud.

Butler, who had no strength, sat down.

The soldiers, who thought that they had neutralized him, began to gather around and narrow the space they had with him.

The leader on the horse had himself got down, but Butler had no strength to even move a finger.

‘It is over! This is my end!’

It was so frustrating that tears of blood flowed from Butler’s eyes.

“Goodbye, Duke Butler. I will keep your manor and title and take your body to His Majesty… Kuak!”

The leader was about to end Duke Butler’s life when he threw up blood and screamed.

Behind him was a masked knight with a mando (wooden practice sword) on his back.

‘Who is he? I have no idea!’

Butler wasn’t the only one with that question running in his head.

The knights and soldiers, who were chasing Butler, were flustered at the sudden interruption.

“Y-you, who are you?”

One of the knights pointed his sword at the masked man and asked with a cold voice.

“Reichard de Baroque.”

“W-what?”

Listening to the unexpected name, the knights were all shocked.

Maybe their reaction was satisfactory to the masked knight because he laughed a little.

“However, right now, I am Orc Hero Shaikan.”

At the end of those words, the orcs’ goblin army began to pop out from the forest.

Kikikikiki!

Kaaaak!