The Ruthanian forces that appeared numbered around a thousand.
In these chaotic times, a small force like that was usually nothing more than a scouting party.
âFenris... itâs the Mobile Corps,â Leonard muttered.
With his sharp eyes, Leonard quickly identified their identity.
Every single one of them was clad in proper full-plate armor. The emblem of the wolf etched onto their armor confirmed itâthis was undoubtedly the Fenris Mobile Corps.
They didnât approach the village directly but instead maintained a significant distance, forming a wide perimeter around the village.
At a glance, their encirclement seemed thin and sparse, leaving obvious gaps.NoÌv(el)B\\jnn
His reluctance to charge headfirst was reminiscent of Helgenique, but the reasons differed slightly.
Helgenique lacked fear, trusting his immense skill and the unique combat style of necromancy, which didnât require direct confrontation.
Leonard, however, was different. He wasnât holding back to exhaust the enemy, as Aiden might.
Leonard only moved when he was absolutely certain he could strangle the enemyâs throat completely. He was, in every sense of the word, a cunning wolf.
It was precisely this meticulous and cautious nature that had allowed the Revolutionaries to survive for so long.
âBut why arenât they moving?â
Leonard furrowed his brow in confusion.
The Mobile Corps had encircled the village but made no further moves. The villagers had already noticed their presence and were in a state of unrest.
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