Chapter 67 - The sword-wielding girl. (2/2)
“What a beautiful soul” Rhys silently had such a thought: “I hope she won’t be ruined by war…”
Loud cries and screams of fear broke Nala out from her dejection.
“The screams are coming from the village, something must’ve happened!” Nala immediately stood up with a solemn look on her face. Sure enough, that brief ominous feeling she felt when they arrived at the village wasn’t an illusion, something bad was really happening here.
“One team come with me to check the situation! the others remain at your stations and wait for orders!” Nala loudly ordered and drew her knight’s sword. The pure white blade of the sword reflected the dancing flames of the campfire, making it seem like the weapon itself was clad in such flames, at the same time, the armored young girl wielding that flaming sword was also reflected in everyone’s eyes and roused an inexplicable feeling in their hearts.
“Roger!” several people instinctively stood up as Nala ordered.
But Nala didn’t bother to wait for them, she quickly untied the rope that kept her white horse, jumped on it and quickly rode the horse towards the village.
As he looked at the young girl riding her horse away, Rhys didn’t decide to follow, but rather remained at the camp to maintain order. When this abrupt situation broke out, he finally noticed that this army wasn’t only low on morale, but its management was also quite chaotic.
The private troops that the aristocrats brought all heard his orders, but their first reactions were to protect their Lords and completely ignored Rhys’ orders, at the same time, every group had their own leaders giving out orders. Furthermore, one of the noblemen immediately panicked as soon as he noticed the commotion and shouted that Colomier had been breached, that the soldiers of Royas had already arrived and wanted to take his men back. This caused the camp’s situation to go into complete chaos.
It was still fine when Nala was here as they technically had a commander, but when Nala left, none of the noblemen wanted to obey the others’ orders, if there really was an ambush, this entire army would be eliminated without fail.
Having no other choice, Rhys could only order his own private troops to go help Nala, then he drew his sword, took out a white glove and threw it onto the panicking nobleman’s face and shouted: “Viscount Magerdine, I think you have humiliated the honor of nobles more than enough by this point!”
Rhys stabbed his sword on the ground right in front of himself and declared with resolve: “If you still insist on backing out, then I challenge you to a duel of honor between nobles”
“I will cut down your head smeared in tears and snot without hesitation, you will carry your shame with you to the afterlife and face your ancestors of the Magerdine family!” Rhys then pulled his sword back up and raised his voice: “Now tell me, what is your decision!?”
Rhys’ behaviour drew the attention of everyone here, Viscount Magerdine glanced at the white glove on the ground but didn’t show any signs of picking it up.
Taking this chance, Rhys gave his orders: “All troops gather with your own squads and keep your positions. Maintain order and keep up your guard, wait until the orders are given from the front, then move into the village… or retreat in an orderly manner”
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At the same time, Nala rode her horse into the village while wielding her knight’s sword to look for the source of the scream. Dragon’s blood granted her the ability to see clearly even in the darkness, so she quickly noticed a man dressed in rags currently lying straight on top of a dead man’s body, continuously biting and chewing on something.
Apparently having realized Nala’s presence, the man turned towards her to reveal a pitch black, dried up face with a large chunk of flesh already rotten away, an extremely nauseating appearance.
“This rhythm…” Nala scowled, the man was giving off the rhythm of plants or worms with little to no sensation of a soul, it was a true walking corpse.