Night of the Soulless Heathens – 388



#388. Winter Entrance 8

“I told you it would be tough even if we had more than twice the numerical advantage. I wasn’t wrong.”

“The total number is similar but this side was attacked by the advanced formation and the other side by the young formation. In the combat area this side has more than twice as many. But looking at the current situation there should be four times as many not twice.”

“That’s because the other person is tired. Shouldn’t it be ten times more than usual?”

Count Ivechek frankly admitted that his cavalry was inadequate.

Meanwhile the tip of Youngjin’s spear approaches Azadin and Evecheck.

Prince Ghislain confident of victory in the clash spurred his tired horse and charged towards Azadin.

No matter how great Azadin’s dancing skills were even if he was riding a hippogriff it was too late to fly up and escape from this distance. In order for a hippogriff to fly up it had to kick the ground in preparation!

But then Azadin pulled out the dagger from the bow.

‘Is that an arrow from the Heung Jeonryeong clan? I don’t know how good their arrow shooting skills must be to be called the King Slayer or something like that…’

At that moment three arrows were fired in succession from Azadin’s hand.

Prince Ghislain covered his own head with his shield and his horse’s head with his spear.

He tried to charge forward while covering the parts that Magap couldn’t cover with his spear.

but….

An arrow imbued with the magical power of the flowers birds wind and moon strikes Prince Ghislain one sideways and one upward while the remaining arrow flies straight ahead.

“no?!”

Three arrows flew along different trajectories and struck Prince Ghislain almost simultaneously.

Prince Ghislain who had only heard rumors about the Herald Clan and did not know the details was surprised by the unexpectedly curved arrow.

Moreover its power was not ordinary.

-Pfft!

A single blow pierces steel shields and arrowheads tear flesh.

‘What kind of paper can pierce through a shield and armor? Even if it’s Azure Steel…’

-Pop!

Prince Ghislain’s consciousness was cut off by two arrows striking him in quick succession.

The young knights were taken aback when the leading prince Ghislain fell from his horse in this attack.

“Selim!”

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And at the same time as Azadin’s shout a hippogriff appeared from the sky. Minotaur Selim and his men riding on the hippogriff threw nets from the sky.

It’s easy to be dazzled by the hippogriffs’ impressive appearance with wings and eagle beaks but the amount of weight they can lift into the air is actually extremely limited.

If you carry an armored knight or a minotaur named Selim there is almost no weight that can be lifted or flown.

The nets carried by the light-bodied hippogriff riders are not very large but are rather like the large nets used by gladiators in the arena. They are not very large and are not capable of inflicting significant damage.

However this was a story assuming that the Arangi Kingdom army’s charge was a normal charge.

Prince Ghislain fell and the revitalizing spell he had cast wore off. Now the horses and riders were forced to pay not only the principal amount of their energy and stamina but also interest.

The leader began to collapse as soon as the small net fell exhausted enough to collapse from even a single hay bale.

As the young Jin collapsed and fell from their horses even the world’s best Aranggi knights became vulnerable to attacks from the flanks.

Count Ivechek’s knights finally began to corner the Arangi knights.

“Good! Victory is ours! The Arangians are nothing special either!”

Count Ivechek was delighted to see his enemies weaken and their ranks break down.

But as soon as he shouted excitedly a light suddenly burst out from the enemy ranks.

Long streams of flame as thick as a man’s arm shot out burning Selim’s net and threatening the approaching cavalry.

The horses stumbled backwards and fell over startled by the flash of flame before their eyes.

The Arangian guards tore the net dismounted from their horses and began to move.

“Krrrr…..”

A knight who clearly had human form but breathed flames from his mouth stood up holding a battle halberd in each hand which would be too heavy for an ordinary soldier to even hold in one hand.

“Come at me!”

He lightly swung his halberd left and right and the entire radius was within his firing range so no one dared jump in. Tremendous strength and fighting spirit emanated from this Arangian guard.

“Oh what should I do?”

Count Evechek asked Azadin in confusion.

Obviously now that the young Jin has collapsed it is the right time to strike…

Seeing the Arangian Guard swinging their weapons and spitting fire makes me want to stick my head in there and die.

“There’s no need to fight. I’ll go back.”

“yes?”

“The objective has been achieved. Let’s go back!”

Instead of ramming the enemy’s collapsed formation and taking them down Azadin decided to turn back avoiding the Arangian guards.

“…what?”

“Come at me you little brats! Huh?!”

The Arangian guards roared forcing themselves to fight but Count Evechek’s knights did not engage them and began to turn away.

“Hahaha. I see you know how scary the Arangian Guard is!”

“Yeah. How dare you….”

The Arangian guards snickered as they watched Count Evechek’s knights retreat away from them but they saw their gazes focused on one place.

All eyes turn to Prince Ghislain.

“…….”

“no way?”

The Arangian guards turned their heads half in doubt.

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I only saw their commander Prince Ghislain fall from his horse….

Next to him his staff member was seen taking off his helmet with a sad look on his face.

“Prince Ghislain is dead!”

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Although Prince Ghislain was killed the Arangian guards fought bravely and were able to return safely to their base.

But their main camp suffering from a cold wave and without supplies had become more like a refugee camp than a military camp.

The soldiers with their bleary eyes sighed when they heard that Prince Ghislain had died.

“According to the rules I as a fellow prince should take over the command but….”

When Prince Sram who had come as an envoy pointed to himself the staff member who was Prince Ghislain’s foster brother frowned.

“I know. I’ve said it too. Listen to me until the end. I’m not saying I’ll do it I’m just saying it’s awkward.”

“I’m sorry. I lost my sense of humor and forgot my manners.”

“I understand completely. I think Gislain was more like a brother to you than to me.”

“….”

“Since things have come to this I will take Count Azadin’s prisoners back with me. What are the conditions? Should I provide them with supplies as I promised?”

Azadin had originally promised to exchange prisoners for forage and provisions. However Count Azadin’s forces then raided their supply corps… giving them supplies now would be like giving back what they had taken.

“We will exchange supplies for prisoners.”

The staff followed Prince Sram’s suggestion.

“Okay. Okay. Okay?”

At that moment a hippogriff flew in front of the main camp of the outpost. Surprisingly it was Count Azadin who had visited the outpost of the Kingdom of Arangi with only Selim and a few attendants.

‘Are you crazy? Why are you here naked after winning everything?’

Prince Sram couldn’t understand why Azadin was acting like this.

The Arangi Kingdom army currently on the verge of defeat is in a state of great discouragement.

So they will actively participate in the prisoner exchange and probably after the prisoner exchange they will retreat to the rear and regroup until they can join the main force.

The death of Prince Ghislain was a serious blow.

However that does not mean that it dealt a significant blow to the entire force.

The outpost still has a force of around 100 men most of whom are knights including some Arangian guards.

The enemy’s commander-in-chief shows up in the middle of these high-quality troops?

Isn’t this a golden opportunity to avenge our defeat?

Moreover since Azadin was born into the herald clan he would be less criticized even if he committed an unchivalrous act against him.

‘Do you want to die after winning everything? Even if you are the master of the light of the King’s Flower the Arangian guards are not easy!’

Prince Sram greeted Azadin’s visit with cold sweat dripping down his face.

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As Prince Sram had expected the staff and Arangian guards who were the foster brothers of Prince Ghislain were on high alert.

Count Azadin himself came to see me.

Although it is against chivalry it is a golden opportunity to attack him and avenge his defeat.

however….

As Count Azadin entered Prince Ghislain’s camp without bloodshed warm sunlight shone on their tents.

“…uh?

The Arangi Kingdom army who had been suffering from a cold wave until just now was momentarily speechless.

A warm breeze blows from the northeast as Azadin descends to the ground and approaches them.

“Yes Prince Sram. You promised to release the prisoners? You’ve had a hard time.”

“Oh yes. But how can you do that when you haven’t even informed the headquarters yet?”

“How could I know?”

Azadin smiled and approached the captain of the refugee unit who had been tortured the most severely among the prisoners.

The soldiers who had seen the body of Prince Ghislain before their eyes and who had felt the warm breeze brought by the light of the King’s Flower right before their eyes did not dare to oppose Count Azadin and bowed their heads before him.

In front of them Azadin personally untied the rope of the refugee captain and took his hand.

“…You’ve had a hard time William.”

“Oh no. No sir.”

The captain of the refugee camp waved his hand with a bitter smile. His fingers were broken and numb from the torture.

Even though he had bandaged it as quickly as possible it was difficult to completely heal a broken finger with today’s medical technology. On top of that he had been left in the cold at night and had frostbite so it was almost time to cut off the entire finger.

As a soldier this is the end. No matter what I do from now on I won’t be able to eat and live.

When he was promoted to captain of the refugee corps he received three fiefs from Azadin and became a servant but these fiefs are currently useless.

You have to be able to farm to produce crops and make a living.

However despite this Captain William of the Refugee Corps was secretly proud of himself for keeping his faith in Azadin until the end.

But Azadin grabbed the hand of the refugee captain William and gave him strength.

“evil!”

At the same time William screamed…

His hands were engulfed in golden light.

“uh?”

Blood flows from the wound.

Blood is flowing from wounds that were frozen and burst open new flesh is sprouting and old flesh that was once a mass of bruises is crumbling and falling off.

“My hands have gotten a little smaller but if I train consistently I’ll be able to live like before again.”

Azadin said this and placed a hand on William’s shoulder.

Captain William of the Refugee Corps looked at his own hands in horror.

The hand that I thought should have been cut off has come back to life!

It’s a little smaller than before but is that a big deal?!

Did you avoid becoming disabled?

“Ah Captain! Thank you.”

The refugee captain William bowed his head before Azadin with tears in his eyes.

Not only that but the knights of the Arangi Kingdom who were watching the scene could not help but be surprised.

“It’s a miracle.”

“Oh my god.”

“The King’s healing…..”

All the knights of the Arangi Kingdom witnessed this sight.