Bedivere, a Born Commander

In the Nasuverse, dragons and demon boars were species that left the most lasting impression on people.

Among them, the latter was even more famous.

That was mostly thanks to a green-haired female archer who transformed into a silver-haired Berserker when she wore boar skin and sported a peculiar 'womb tattoo' on her belly, a dual-wielding spearmaster who got headbutted by a demon boar to death, and an Excalibur Wielder playfully called the 'Boar Prince' for his unique skill against super large enemies.

Demon boars weren't exactly phantasmal species, but there were still exceptional cases like the Calydonian Boar, which could easily devour even giant dragons. For many heroes, these irritable, extremely strong creatures played a significant role in their growth.

But Arkhan believed that even the legendary heroes probably hadn't witnessed a scene like the one before him.

Thousands of demon boars surged forward like a tidal wave, their heavy footsteps causing the earth to tremble. Some of them, the extraordinary ones, were like small hills, standing four to five meters tall, and they charged with a thunderous roar that was enough to send shivers down one's spine.

Bedivere kept his eyes fixed on the approaching horde of demon boars. His handsome face remained calm and serene, seemingly untouched by the colossal spectacle.

It wasn't until the demon boars came within fifty meters of Lucanmont that he raised his one remaining arm.

"Fire!"

*Whizz! Whizz! Whizz!*

Arrows rained down densely upon the demon boars, creating a curtain of death. The sky was filled with blood, and sharp, piercing screams echoed through the heavens, exhilarating many onlookers.

Bedivere had chosen the perfect moment. At this range, the arrows could optimally penetrate the thick hides of the magic boars, inflicting effective damage.

Three rounds of arrow rain left at least three hundred demon boars dead on the ground. Their comrades trampled over their lifeless bodies without hesitation, creating a gruesome and brutal scene.

Bedivere's face remained calm, showing no signs of joy or triumph. He simply issued the next command with a cold composure.

"Catapults, fire!"

The prepared catapult operators cut the ropes, and massive stones, as thick as a person's embrace, rained down from the sky, smashing into the demon boar horde like meteorites. The impact was akin to fireball spells of mages, leaving the ground pocked with countless craters filled with unrecognizable demon boar corpses.

Another round of meticulously prepared catapult bombardment resulted in the death of over a hundred large-sized demon boars. While the quantity seemed to be fewer compared to the previous round, all the casualties this time were large demon boars, making it an effective strategy.

The remaining dozen or so giant demon boars, exceeding three meters and some even reaching five meters, let out furious roars.

Although the previous two rounds of attacks didn't pose a significant threat to them, the pain of the wounds on their skin was genuine. Combined with the lingering scent of blood in the air, it further stoked their primal ferocity.

Their already massive bodies swelled another round, black patterns resembling veins spread across their skin, and their eyes turned even redder. Their presence grew more savage, and they charged towards the massive city wall blocking their way.

*Rumble! Rumble—!*

The earth trembled, the air quaked, and as they watched the colossal creatures resembling a fleshy mountain, the primordial fear etched deep in the genes since ancient times reawakened.

Many soldiers trembled all over, cold sweat trickling down their faces.

Arkhan's brows furrowed slightly as he stealthily reached for the sword at his waist.

"Stay calm!"

A soft command, like a bucket of cold water poured over their heads, brought the soldiers back to their senses. They tightened their grip on their weapons once again, staring at the one-armed knight standing at the forefront.

Bedivere's gaze remained fixed on the dozen or so giant demon boars until they entered the illuminated area of Lucanmont. Then, he swung down his arm.

"Fire!"

*Swoosh!*

Massive bolts, three to four meters long and as thick as an adult's arm, accompanied by a thunderous roar, were released from several ballista stands, their silver-tipped bolt heads mercilessly piercing into the bodies of the giant demon boars.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, and the boars let out a painful howl, their forward momentum abruptly halted.

"Success!" It wasn't until this moment that Bedivere finally allowed a faint smile to grace his face.

Arkhan couldn't help but glance at him.

It was widely known that the most potent attack from these demon boars was their initial charge. With the kinetic energy from their long-distance sprint and their sheer, horrifying weight, they could easily plow through opponents three times their size. Even a boulder in their path would be reduced to rubble.

And here they were, facing a charge led by thousands of these boars.

Even if he used the Black Dragon Body, Arkhan dared not rely solely on his physical prowess to withstand such an onslaught. If they were to be rammed into the city walls, Lucanmont's defenses would likely falter instantly.

But Bedivere, with his tactical brilliance, had somehow managed to repel the initial assault.

The first volley of arrows was aimed at the smaller boars, the second round of catapult shots targeted the larger ones, and finally, when facing the most powerful and threatening giant boars, he chose to confront them with the mightiest of ballista bolts.

Throughout the process, Bedivere demonstrated not only his exceptional strategic insight but also a significant test of character. Confronted with such savage and terrifying foes, his mind remained calm and composed as he issued orders methodically.

Even as the giant boars closed in, he held his ground, never wavering, until the moment they entered the ballista's striking range, when he decisively commanded an attack.

Bedivere firmly held the reins of the entire situation, all the while keenly observing the subtle details, expertly calculating each following move, methodically luring the boars into carefully prepared traps.

These ferocious and brutish monsters were like puppets in Bedivere's hands, subject to his every whim.

'Truly a worthy member of the Round Table, Bedivere. You're a born commander.' Arkhan sighed in admiration.

He had a premonition that he no longer needed to intervene.

The first wave of the charge had been resolutely thwarted, and the following attacks by the demon boar horde posed no threat to the city walls, fortified with defensive magecraft and Merlin's bounded field.

Soldiers atop the walls patiently launched arrows, boulders, ballista bolts, and torches at the demon boars, which, unable to pose any real threat to the high-ground enemy, could only rage and fall beneath the hail of projectiles.

This brutal war of demon boars against civilization had already lost all suspense.