Inside Thunder Eagle Pass, Saloyan and Valen gathered their troops, led from the front, and faced the enemy head-on.
The clash of blades and the cries of soldiers filled the entire pass.
Dark clouds blanketed the sky, thunder rumbled, and torrential rain poured down.
Before long, the battlefield had been dyed blood-red.
In the rain, fog obscured their vision. Both sides identified one another by the plumes on their helmets; any warrior without a helmet or soldier who had lost their plume was automatically treated as an enemy.
Outside Thunder Eagle Pass, Velin stood in the rain, watching the battle within the pass without the slightest change in expression.
Back then, under his father's command, he had also led a battalion into a bloody battle against the Bashio Kingdom's army on the plains.
On the battlefield, the situation was completely one-sided. The Thunder Eagle Elite and Ghost Fox Army were being crushed.
In a puddle, Valen's chest was pierced through. He stared straight ahead at the silver-haired young man before him, a trace of relief in his eyes, before his body fell backward and the breath of life dissipated.
Hebrew swung his sword and killed several enemy generals rushing forward. He dragged Valen's corpse out of the puddle, cut off his head, and tied it to his waist.
The head of a Low-Gold Warrior was worth three battle merits. This was the first battle merit he had claimed for his lord during the expeditionary campaign, making it especially significant.
Elsewhere, after exchanging dozens of blows with Greg, Saloyan, the commander defending Thunder Eagle Pass, had one of his arms cut off.
Watching his personal guards be slaughtered by the enemy, Saloyan took a bottle of red liquid from his waist, pulled out the stopper with his teeth, and drank it