The Regressed Mercenary's Machinations

Chapter 585

The sound of explosions echoed as arrows mercilessly pierced through the Atrodé Army. Those caught in their trajectory were torn apart, leaving no survivors.

“Ahhhhhh!”

“What is happening? Who is it?”

“They’re behind us! The enemy is behind us!”

The soldiers turned, their faces filled with shock.

A single arrow had displayed an unbelievable power. Already shaken by Jerome’s magic, the Atrodé Army was stunned by this succession of bizarre events, unable to regain their composure.

However, the one responsible for this overwhelming display, Ghislain Fenris, wasn’t left unscathed either. He staggered, clutching his forehead as a trickle of blood began to flow from his nose.

“Damn, this is exhausting. I feel dizzy.”

Count Vipenvelt twisted one corner of his mouth into a smirk. What kind of person would appear alone in a place like this? The Duke must have rushed here, realizing the fortress was in danger.

Vipenvelt immediately raised his hand toward the rear.

“Kill him first!”

The war would practically be won just by eliminating Fenris Duke. Now that he was alone, this was their chance.

"Charge!"

The Atrodé soldiers, heading toward the fortress, swiftly turned back. The elite knights followed suit.

“Kill him!”

“If we take him down, the war is ours!”

“Waaaaah!”

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