“You are unlucky, young man.”

The cavalry advanced rapidly, piercing through Aritreia's ranks and spreading chaos through the battlefield. Luther and his soldiers had already lost count of how many times they swung their swords or how many enemies had already fallen under their hands, but they kept pressing onwards.

As Stahl's horde advanced, the enemies tried to defend themselves with all their might, but they had no power to fight back and were easily killed by the fast-moving and strong cavalry. There was no commander in charge of the frontlines; those nobles never liked to mingle among the commoners and often stood around the king, leaving them helpless against the horde.