Skill Extraction: Exploring Dungeons

Chapter 813 705: Overwhelming War

Baron Yasi was riding a majestic warhorse, clad in a set of luxurious, shiny armor, with the horse itself equipped in lightweight tack.

As a baron with real power, he was answering the King's call, leading more than half of the knights and soldiers from his domain to participate in this war.

To gain more glory, he brought along most of the capable warriors from his land.

And he spent a fortune equipping them with armor and weapons.

Left behind in the domain were only some recruits and the old, weak, and infirm.

If someone targeted his domain at this time, his land would be defenseless.

"That fool Harphes, how dare he betray the Kingdom, damn him."

He cursed under his breath, heading towards the army's right wing.

He just happened to see Earl Halphes's troops charging towards their frontline forces.

And he was coincidentally ordered at the start to defend the right wing.

"These damned maggots must want to hog all the glory for themselves, which should have included my share."

Watching Harphes and his soldiers in the distance already locked in battle with the frontline soldiers.

But he could only defend on this right wing, against potential enemies that might come charging inexplicably.

He didn't believe any enemy would charge from this direction.

He thought this was just the big nobles trying to hog all the glory for themselves.

Yet he had already staked most of his worth in this gamble called war.

"Just wait, these damned maggots, I will definitely elevate my family to the highest honor, one by one I'll drag them down."

He continued to complain and curse.

The butler beside him, also armored and following him, shook his head helplessly.

Fortunately, they were surrounded by knights and soldiers of the family.

No one would hear his disrespectful words.

This master of his had a knack for business and was good at politics too.

It's just that his mouth and thoughts were too dark, always complaining and cursing others when no one was around, or when he couldn't help it.

But fortunately, at least in public, he acted like a dignified noble.

And he also believed they were suddenly shifted to the right for defense because the nobles above wanted to hog all the glory.

For nobles, such tricks were all too common, not surprising in the least.

The small nobles go up when there's trouble, and the big nobles come to swallow the glory when there's none.

In necessary situations, they'll spread some glory to the contributing nobles to silence them.

It's such a commonly used trick; it's almost become a rule of war games.

Baron Yasi, although constantly complaining and cursing, continued to deploy his knights and soldiers, forming a defensive array with soldiers from surrounding territories.

After all, having been assigned here, one must perform their duties well; otherwise, where would honor come from?

Prepare well every time to grasp the opportunity when it arises.

Thus one can ascend higher.

The butler beside him also looked satisfied.

Just as they had set up their formation and prepared to rest for a bit, a scout madly ran down from the front yelling.

"Enemy attack, the enemy is charging!"

Hearing the scout's words, Yasi and the Count beside him immediately began shouting.

"Everyone prepare, hold your shields and spears, crouch down, and hold your ground firmly."

Though somewhat chaotic, they at least stabilized the formation before the enemy charged in.

Moreover, they knew beforehand that the majority of the enemy's forces were cavalry.

Soon, they saw a group of knights reflecting silver light under the sun, charging at them with massive lances.

The speed was as fast as lightning.

"Mage, arrow protection!"

As the order was given, a layer of magic protection against arrows appeared on the frontline soldiers.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

With the sound of arrows tearing through the air, the piercing sound of the sharp arrows came.

Piercing through the gaps between the front-line soldiers.

The mages hiding at the back of the team had just exposed themselves to cast a spell and were hit by the arrows.

Except for one who luckily tilted his head and dodged, the rest were all shot in the head, dying on the spot.

"It's the Divine Archers, all commanding mages and healers crouch down and hide."

"Everyone else, hold your shields, protect your heads and bodies."

As his words dropped, a few archers who were slow to respond were shot dead again.

Soon, soldiers were relentlessly struck by feathered arrows, dying in screams and pain.

These arrows were like the scythe of the Death God, hanging over their necks.

"No, I don't want to die yet!"

A soldier finally broke down; his comrade beside him was pierced through the eye socket by an arrow right before him.

The arrowhead could still be seen protruding from the back of the head.

A mix of red and white matter splattered across his face.

He cried out, wanting to flee backward.

He was just a recruit who had fought bandits and couldn't handle this.

Yet a soldier enforcing the rear swung a sword, severing his head.

"All of you, hold your ground firmly, any soldier trying to flee will be…"

Before he could finish his words, a feathered arrow flew into his open mouth, piercing through, knocking him to the ground.

"Ah!"

Panic finally began to spread.

The knights were not yet in front, but chaos was already starting to erupt within their ranks.

At this moment, the Lantern Knight Order finally charged into the enemy.

Then all the soldiers blocking them, holding shields and spears, were ripped apart like sheets of paper.

Their sturdy shields were like brittle cookies, shattered by the lances.

The defensive line was of no use, mercilessly pierced through by the Lantern Knight Order.

The raised long spears, when thrust against them, bent and broke like cotton swabs.

It was as if the hard spear tips were not made of iron, but of some kind of rubber.

Seeing the powerful strength of the Lantern Knight Order and their overwhelming charge.

The steward said to the baron beside him: "Master, we can't delay any longer, let's leave quickly; these enemies are not something we can withstand."

He had realized that these enemies were not on the same level as them at all.

They were as fragile as children.

Baron Yasi was astonished; he hadn't expected the enemy's power to be so strong, as if his soldiers were fragile paper.

Easily torn to pieces.

Unable to halt the enemy, even slowing them down seemed futile.

With a pat from the steward, he came to his senses.

"Yes, yes, let's go quickly."

After saying this, he lowered his helmet and prepared to flee on his steed.

"Whoosh!"

Yet another sound of the air being split came.

Baron Yasi, in disbelief, opened his mouth to speak.

But suddenly, he felt darkness overcoming him, his body uncontrollably falling from the horse.

Beside him, the steward widened his eyes, watching his master being pierced through the top of his head by a blue magic power-formed feathered arrow.

Then disappeared, leaving behind a bloody hole, oozing red and white matter.

A silver-white figure rushed past him.

A massive hole in his chest laid him on the ground.

Before dying, he looked wide-eyed at the Baron in front of him.

No one knew what other thoughts he had, left unspoken.

In the distance, Bonona, mounted on a warhorse, lowered her longbow: "Dressing so flamboyantly, truly fearless."

Then she saw a person like a leader, raised the bow, and another magic power-formed arrow shot out.

Those meant to block their defense line.

Before the Lantern Knight Order's Ironhoof, didn't hold for 10 minutes before turning into a pile of corpses.

And those soldiers casting away helmets and armor, frantically fleeing backward, already scared out of their wits.

Bonona and her group did not hurry, instead regrouping the team.

Then deployed two large squads, addressing the 200-member Lantern Knight Order ahead: "You go over there and rescue the Count trapped at the front."

"The rest follow me as we charge directly toward the enemy's encampment."

They quickly divided into two routes.

The larger group headed straight for the central camp.

On the other side, Abby made the same decision.

Soldiers who had discarded helmets and armor discovered pursuing members of the Lantern Knight Order did not kill them, they survived sitting on the ground gasping for breath.

As to why they weren't killed.

After all, they were just soldiers, and lacked the courage to fight the Lantern Knight Order anymore.

Once this place is occupied, they are valuable population, lacking the power to resist, naturally reducing unnecessary killing.

This was wealth.

Bonona, who managed most of the estate's affairs, understood this point clearly.

...

"General, both defensive lines have been completely destroyed, the enemy is charging toward us."

A leader knelt in the center of the tent, speaking to the general above.

"What!" The general slapped the table and sprang up.

Then immediately rose and walked toward the tent's exterior.

And surrounding nobles, faces full of uncertain fear, followed him out.

Then they saw, not far from both sides, billowing smoke rolling toward them.

They felt the ground shaking.

Evidently only about a thousand on one side, yet forging the momentum of a thousand troops.

Seeing this situation, the general's expression turned extraordinarily grim.

The enemy was much stronger than anticipated; why hadn't they directly cut through the whole army?

With such strength, why use bait and attack from both sides?

What is the meaning of this maneuver?

He didn't understand, but the present scene left no time for thought.

Immediately speaking to a leader beside him: "Organize all remaining soldiers, defend with the camp as the center, fight to the death."

However, the nobles who followed him out, faces already frozen into fear.

Apparently had no intention of dying here with the general.

Then looked at each other, quickly slipped away.

Two minutes later, the leader returned again.

"General, those nobles have taken all their soldiers, should we..."

"Enough, no need to speak, quickly organize the remaining soldiers for defense. Can we possibly chase them and kill them?"

"Survive this battle, we'll see."

The general's expression calm, seemingly expected this outcome.

"Yes, General." The leader quickly withdrew.

Watching the enemies charging closer from both sides.

The two commanders leading these groups, hiding none of their strength.

Transforming their presence into a sharp sword, spreading toward him.

"Two people, seems today's burial will be here."

"Hmph, but still, won't let you enjoy it."

Gripping his longsword tightly, clad in mighty armor, choosing to charge at Bonona's side.

Taking out one first is the wise choice.