At the edge of the forest, countless Fallen Ones lay in wait.
The moment Oswood, who was running at the front, charged out, he caused a tremendous commotion—all the Fallen Ones nearly turned and pounced on him at once.
Oswood was indeed quite skilled. With a sweep of his sharp sword, he effortlessly chopped off two bloody heads.
But no matter how skilled someone was, they still feared being ganged up on, especially by a huge mob of Fallen Ones. These inhuman creatures swarmed in from every direction like locusts. One man and one sword simply could not carve out an opening, and Oswood was almost instantly surrounded.
"Hold them back!"
Oswood roared, hoping his men would lend him a hand.
But the few dozen people he had brought did not save him...
Even the few closest to him were entangled by Fallen Ones. Most of the others saw that things were going badly and immediately turned to flee, completely ignoring whether their leader lived or died.
These were people accustomed to slaughtering and plundering. When they tortured commoners for fun, they called one another brothers. When there was profit to be made, they committed crimes together and split the spoils. But when death was clearly on the line, why would they sacrifice themselves?
Oswood had been abandoned by his own "brothers."
Just as the Lion Knight Order had always used him as cannon fodder to lead the charge, no one would share hardship with terrorists when faced with an unsolvable crisis...
But the remnants who had abandoned their leader and turned back to flee did not survive either.
Sir Roland, pursuing from behind, caught them head-on.
Sir Roland had been leading his troops closely behind Oswood the whole time. They had not yet left the forest and could not