âHehehe...â
The priest of the Salvation Order wiped the blood off his face and grinned. Surrounding him were countless corpses of soldiers.
âPuhaha! I didnât expect them to be this weak. Isnât this just too easy?â
The priestâs name was Flakus. Once, he served as an advisor and healer to Ruthaniaâs former king, Berhem.
When Ghislain captured the capital, Flakus fled in disgrace and joined the Atrode forces.
Now, the corps he was part of had ambushed and crushed one of the Allied Forcesâ units during their march.
Clank, clank, clank.
âOf course, of course. Once the Allied Forces are wiped out, what can Ruthaniaâs army do alone?â
Flakus scoffed at the Ruthania forces, but deep down, he knew the truth.
The top priority order given to all their corps was to avoid direct conflict with the Ruthania army at all costs.
The ultimate goal of this strategy was to eliminate the Allied Forces and isolate Ruthaniaâs army. Fighting such a powerful opponent prematurely would only cause unnecessary losses.
Flakus continued to belittle them, as if trying to erase the memory of his humiliating escape.
âMost of their soldiers were originally part of the kingdomâs regular army. A ragtag bunch of survivors who just got lucky and decided to follow the Duke of Fenris. Theyâre just numbersânothing more. I canât wait to put them in their place.â
âHaha, is that so? Well, we have nothing to worry about with a transcendent priest like you on our side.â
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