Legend

Under Governor Majid's terrified gaze, Lothar slowly raised an arm. In the burning forest behind him, the flames abruptly extinguished out of nowhere. One Winged Hussar after another stepped over the black ashes and came to stand behind him.

They held their red-shafted lances in reverse grips, red square banners tied beneath the spearheads. Their expressions were unnaturally calm.

Having just endured the brutal war in the Combat Record world, they could no longer muster much excitement over such a minor scene.

"Kill them all."

The knight in the golden mask swept his arm forward and uttered the brief command without a trace of mercy.

The cavalry behind him lunged forth like tigers unleashed from a cage.

"In God's name!"

"For Saint Lothar!"

The armored cavalry advanced in a loose formation with light steps. As the distance closed, their speed gradually increased.

At this moment, Governor Majid no longer had the slightest desire to keep fighting.

He no longer cared about claiming the glory of the first victory or finding his territory a port leading to the Mediterranean Sea.

Even a powerful spellcaster like Master Ali had fallen here in a single exchange. All he wanted now was to survive and return to his own territory. Let the outside world fight until heaven and earth turned dark; he only needed to hold Fayoum, wait until they had decided a victor, and then choose a side to submit to.

But clearly, those Franks had no intention of letting them go.

Adil has ruined me!

Governor Majid cursed inwardly as he urged his guards to bring him a fresh mount.

"Lord Governor, the enemy spellcasters haven't attacked again. We still have a chance!"

"Yes, at the very least, we still have a chance to withdraw!"

Majid mounted his horse and shouted as