Many believed that the Arbiter would still cast a forbidden spell even if the army from the Church of Lambas was facing off against living humans. There were no treaties or agreements between humans. In this era where information was not developed, the various countries on the continent would not abide by any treaties. If there were any, it would at most be some unwritten rules on the battlefield. For example, soldiers who were cleaning up the corpses after the battle were not allowed to attack each other, and nobles who were captured could be redeemed with gold coins.
This battle gave Many a clearer understanding of the war in this world. It also gave him a sudden idea.
In his previous plans, if he wanted his territory to stand on the continent and face any threats or invasions from other forces, he would need sufficient troops, the best equipment, and the best logistics. However, he had neglected the decisive factor of a mage like Zaliya because of the inertia in his mind.
Imagine, if there were a few people as powerful as the Arbiter in his army, what soldiers would he need?
Bang, bang, bang, a few Forbidden Spells would be thrown at the enemy and they would be turned into ashes. What war would he need?
Of course, this kind of thinking was just wishful thinking — top-tier experts were not cabbages. A country might not even have a few of them, and those who could serve the army were even fewer. However, it could still be considered a direction to work towards.
Perhaps this was the path that Oditore's territory should take — Birkins's wealth was not unlimited, and it would be impossible to train a large-scale army without the necessary infrastructure to keep up with the current level of power.
After witnessing the power of the heavy cavalry, Many was thinking of building a powerful cavalry unit. But the four-winged angel's sword "Kacha" — what kind of bullsh * t heavy cavalry was that?
They still had to die!
Many people thought about it carefully. Just the cost of a heavy cavalry was equivalent to the cost of ten ordinary soldiers. Based on the current situation in his territory, even if a cavalry unit was established, it would probably only be a decoration used to burn money. Basic troops such as infantry and archers had not been established yet. Who would clean up the battlefield after the cavalry charge?
With a head full of doubts, Many returned to an inn that was not hit by the fireball. He decided to rest for the night and go to Sibor according to the original plan.
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"Kacha!"
The lance in Levi's hand snapped.
The huge recoil numbed his forearm, but the skilled Wale did not hesitate to throw the broken lance. Borrowing the momentum of his horse, the lance pierced through a zombie's chest!
He pulled the reins with his left hand and swung his right arm that was hurting from the shock. He skillfully pulled out the secondary weapon on the horse's saddle — a spiked mace. At the same time, he leaned slightly to the right and swung the mace in a fluid motion!
"Pa!"
The splattered brains and black blood made Levi's armor look garish, but the unpleasant smell didn't even make the knight frown.
"Levi!
Be careful! "
Suddenly, a loud shout came from afar!
Wale suddenly turned his head, only to see an arm that was as big as his body suddenly swinging towards him!
It was hatred!
Due to the vision problem caused by the helmet and the fact that he was out of the range of the "Illumination Spell", Wale realized that he had already left the group because his horse was charging too fast!
He unknowingly rushed to the side of a huge hatred that emitted a rotting smell, but he was targeted by the monster!
The hatred's reaction was actually slow. He was also running according to the mysterious voice, but because his body was covered in rotting flesh, when he ran, his two huge arms would swing back and forth. Wale happened to bump into the huge arms that were swinging back and forth!
This time, Wale, who had lost his vision, felt as though he had crashed into a wall. With a "dong" sound, he and his horse flew out!
Wale's feet were still in the stirrups, but even so, his and the horse's combined weight couldn't withstand the Abomination's arm. He hovered in the air for a full second before falling to the ground together with the horse!
Wale was a heavy knight and an honorable member of the Lambas "Holy Flame Knights". He was also an experienced squad leader. After the four-winged angel released the forbidden spell "Sword of Judgment", Wale received the commander's order to lead his squad to chase after the undead. Facing the undead that only knew how to escape, the knights could basically reap the "lives" of these zombies with a wave of their hands.
But Wale's luck was really too bad, and he was unexpectedly attacked by the hatred.
"Bang!"
Wale and his horse spun a few times before crashing to the ground with a loud bang, sending up a cloud of dust!
Pain!
Excruciating pain!
Wale felt that his leg was broken!
His right leg, which was covered in layers of heavy armor, was crushed by the huge body of the warhorse. At this moment, Wale instantly broke out in a cold sweat. But he gritted his teeth and didn't cry out, trying his best to move to the side.
The other knights whistled past in front of him, but none of them stopped. This was a battlefield, and this was a cavalry. No cavalry would stop in the middle of a charge!
Wale stretched out his hand and pushed away his helmet, widening his eyes to look around.
Under the dim light, the shadows of the zombies were everywhere. Before Wale charged, he had changed into a half-body armor. He gritted his teeth and lifted the dead warhorse a little, pulling out his leg. For a rank 7 warrior like him, he still had this bit of strength.
But the situation was terrible. Wale tried to lift his leg, but found that he couldn't move at all.
"Holy Light protect me."
Wale muttered, but he didn't panic. As a well-trained Holy Knight, he knew that panicking in such an environment was fatal. He could only rely on himself.
I must calm down!
He muttered in his heart.
Wale flipped over to the warhorse and pulled out a short sword from the saddle. He held it tightly in his hand and looked around. The zombies didn't seem to see him as they ran past a few meters away from him. The rustling of their footsteps echoed in Wale's ears, causing him to narrow his eyes.
Turning over, Wail quickly removed the armor on his body. This kind of armor was specially made for cavalrymen, and it was inconvenient for him to move on land. Furthermore, he could not move one of his legs at all, so this armor was basically a burden.
Wale took off the helmet and gently placed it to the side. He used the soil to cover the shiny surface and used his short sword to cut the reins of the warhorse beside him. Then, he tied his right leg tightly to a piece of armor that was used to protect his thigh, fixing the bones in place.
The Holy Knight who could only move one leg used both his hands to support himself as he crawled towards a place that looked like a forest under the dim light. The light from the 'Illumination Spell' in the distance began to disappear, and the scenery in his field of vision gradually darkened. Wale bit the short sword in his mouth and crawled with all his might.
Fortunately, the zombies didn't notice this figure crawling in the grass, and not long after, Wale hid in the small forest.
Wale wiped his face and turned over with soil all over his body. He slowly exhaled. He heard the sound of the retreating cavalry's hooves — it seemed like the situation wasn't good.
"Where is this?"
Wale held the short sword and looked around. He was lying on his back, but he was lost in this unknown forest.