This was Typhon Hills, a location 15 kilometers away from Typhon City. Both troops marched down into the valley, heading toward the other with rising momentum.
As the gap grew narrower and narrower, tension built up, tightening the nerves of the soldiers.
The two most powerful infantry troops in the northern wastelands were about to clash!
Suddenly, Rutherford lifted his mighty mace and struck the ground.
The earth cracked toward the Ashbourne infantry, causing a break in their formation as the middle was split open.
“Hammers!”
Rutherford bellowed.
A stream of Iron hammer wielders came out of the opening the Tyre Shieldbearers created and they swung their hammers toward the Silver Wolf soldiers.
Alec slammed his shield against the ground and hot ash spurted out of the mouth of the drake, causing some iron hammer wielders to scream and fall to their knees.
This gave these men the time to retreat instead and rebuild their phalanx formation.
“Fall back!”
Alec’s voice came from the hot ash fog and they slowly moved back as one but as they were moving back, the Tyre soldiers rushed through the fog.
Their formation had been broken but Rutherford did not care, as the Ashbournes couldn’t even withstand the first bout and were already retreating.
“Kill them!”
Tyre Shieldbearers and Iron Hammer wielders aggressively attacked the formation, striking the tower shields with all their might.
Some tried to climb the shield wall but were pierced by spears.
“A step at a time. With me!”
Alec roared; he stood at the forefront of the formation. His muscles bulged as several Tyre soldiers were struggling to break through.
His spear lashed out like a python, landing critical hits and retreating back into the shield wall.
“North Spilt!”
Alec roared. He was using the advantage of the fog to create an advantage for his troop. Alec wasn’t like other commanders who prided on using their powers.
He was able to show restraint so much that people saw him as weak but he was the strongest among them all.
Yet, not even citizens of Nineveh knew, as they all saw his brother as the stronger twin.
Alec preferred teamwork. He saw more strength in a thousand lower-ranked men than in one high-ranked man. This made him a commander worthy of respect.
Heeding to his command, 5 men away, there was a split. This allowed Tyre soldiers to stream in, lessening the pressure but these Tyre soldiers met an array of long, thick spears.
They couldn’t even react when the spears lunged forth like a silent predator waiting for its prey.
Puchi! Puchi! Puchi!
Tyre soldiers fell in great numbers.
All this while, Baron Rutherford couldn’t see what was going on; he could only hear sounds of battle and see those around him. The fog was too thick and it was quite hot too.
When he saw that the wall before him wasn’t breached, he ordered his personal troops, 50 silver-ranked soldiers, to break the shield wall.
Alec saw the elite men and bellowed.
“One step!”
Boom!
They retreated.
“South split!”
The wall Baron Rutherford’s men were about to attack split open at the last moment so they couldn’t react to the spears that suddenly struck out, piercing through their bronze-ranked armor!
Only 20 retreated but 10 out of the 20 were heavily damaged.
Seeing this, Baron Rutherford clenched his teeth.
“Break that wall!”
Boom!
The earth underneath his feet imploded as he dashed forward, leaped, and struck his mace downward. Packed with a metal-attribute battle force, the strike killed an Ashbourne soldier instantly!
Rtuherford began to twirl his mace, slamming the infantrymen and their shields into the distance. In a short span, he brought down 15 Silver Wolf infantrymen.
“Unleash your force!”
Alec’s orders fell into his ears and a faint crimson light appeared on the Ashbourne soldiers. Their strength increased and they began to push the Tyre soldiers back, closing the hole that Baron Rutherford opened.
“How stubborn.”
Baron Rutherford scowled and swung his mace at an Ashbourne soldier with so much force that the silver-ranked heavy armor caved inward and the soldier fell on his knees as his spear and shield dropped to the ground.
Rutherford had equipped himself, first with a magic skill, which he bought from the county and gold-ranked mace in his hand. It made him much stronger than other gold-ranked knights!
He pushed the soldier to the ground since the soldier died kneeling. Picking up the soldier’s spear, he was about to continue his rampage when he saw a lightning arrow shoot into the air and unleash a blast in the sky.
As if the fog was waiting for that signal, it cleared up and the sunlight descended on the battlefield.
To his shock, hundreds of heavily armored men with the same flag came out from behind the Typhon Hills. They attacked his troops from behind.
Their halberds reaped lives without mercy; not even the shieldbearers’ shields could save his men. Instantly, it became a battle on two fronts.
“Forward!”
Alec yelled with all his might and burst forward at full speed. He was like a silver blur.
He kept his shield at his back and danced through the battle, leaving fiery tails and death in his wake.
His eyes were strangely calm, yet his moves were extremely aggressive.
Due to the amount of battle force Alec pumped out, it almost seemed like he had mastered output.
Raw, uncontrolled scorching battle force billowed out of him in its purest form.
Baron Rutherford couldn’t believe his eyes as his men fell in hundreds!
“He never lost that 500.”
It dawned on him.
He couldn’t understand how Alec hid 500 heavily armed men from him. He thought that they had died from the constant battles.
That was the information his scouts gave him.
Suddenly his eyes met with Alec’s.
Alec was in a wild state; his aura billowed like burning flames and he was cutting down foes without reserves.
The moment he laid eyes on Baron Rutherford, he flung his spear.
All Baron Rutherford heard was the sound of the wind howling and the spear was right before his eyes.
Puchi!
