Sorcery Monarch

Chapter 42: Crush Them!

Chapter 42: Crush Them!

The victorious soldiers, faces beaming with smiles, advanced in unison toward the direction where Clark had fled.

Angela, who knew the truth, shouted in a clear and bright voice:

"We are the lord's soldiers, the shield that guards the territory, the sharp blade that defeats the enemy!"

"In a few minutes, the remaining members of the slaver group actually pinned their hopes on a few hundred kobolds, waiting for us to suffer heavy losses, and then they'll come out to take advantage."

As soon as these words were spoken, the soldiers burst into laughter, and Angela quickly added:

"I guess the reason is simple: the slaver group is scared, they've lost their belief in victory!"

"But they are destined to be disappointed. The lord personally dealt with all the kobolds, and we can catch them off guard again!"

When Matthew was mentioned, the soldiers all looked at him with reverence. Old John seized the moment and shouted:

"Victory!"

The soldiers shouted in unison:

"Victory!"

The fervent cries echoed across the flat wasteland and reached the ears of the slaver group.

A somewhat panicked Clark pointed in the direction of the voices and murmured in disbelief:

"These definitely aren't some newly recruited militia; they must be elite troops sent by the Ser Family!"

Bloodhand Kahn, clad in full metallic armor, standing at 1.9 meters tall, wielding a single-edged large axe, exuded a terrifying killing intent.

As a warrior on the verge of becoming a high-tier professional, Bloodhand Kahn not only possessed immense power but was also very experienced in battle.

Since joining the Pfizer Caravan, he had been through dozens, if not hundreds, of battles, big and small, encountering many dangerous and terrifying opponents.

He had personally killed burly orcs of tremendous strength in direct combat.

He had also beheaded trolls known for their exceptional regenerative abilities.

He had even ventured deep into the northern wilderness to hunt massive ogres with extraordinary power.

But he had never seen any enemies who possessed the terrifying coordination and momentum of these soldiers.

Their individual strength wasn't formidable; some weren't even professionals.

But their coordination was terrifying beyond words.

The unified march, the seamless formation, and the overwhelming momentum couldn't be explained away by Clark's claim of "elite troops."

At this moment, Kahn realized that trouble was brewing!

Not to mention the mysterious spellcaster Clark spoke of, who was likely hiding among them.

From this perspective, this young lord was clearly prepared for battle!

With a somewhat helpless frown, Bloodhand Kahn secretly made up his mind: if things went south, he would retreat immediately.

Making money was important, but staying alive was more important!

Before the battle had even begun, the difference in battle resolve between the two sides was already apparent.

This showed just how hard Matthew had worked to create the appearance and effect of an overwhelming victory.