"Report!"
"Lord Martins."
"The enemy has launched a charge against the cavalry on our right flank!"
Martins looked sternly toward the distant battlefield.
"I'm not blind!"
"Two hundred thousand cavalry on the right flank."
"And a mere five thousand knights actually dared to launch an attack!"
"They really don't know how to spell 'death'!"
"Who is the Holy Son commanding the right flank?"
"My lord, it's the Holy Son of the God of the Wilderness!"
Hearing that name,
Martins slowly nodded.
This was another New God who had grown during the invasion of the Old Continent.
"The God of the Wilderness's Wilderness Knights are renowned throughout the Mist World!"
"They've defeated armies of ten thousand with only a hundred men several times before."
"Go and tell the Holy Son of the God of the Wilderness."
"Two hundred thousand against five thousand!"
"I want to watch this cavalry legion be completely annihilated with my own eyes!"
"Yes!"
"Report!"
"Our vanguard has been defeated!"
"We've suffered more than fifty percent casualties!"
Hearing the news, the Holy Son of the God of the Wilderness immediately looked extremely grim.
The mission he had originally received was to bypass the main battlefield with the right flank,
then cut off the enemy's retreat.
But who could have expected this?
He had led two hundred thousand Golden Cavalry Legion troops in a flanking maneuver.
Yet the cavalry stationed on the hill had actually dared to launch a charge with a mere five thousand men!
Caught off guard,
the knights of the vanguard camp at the very front suffered a devastating blow.
They were defeated in a single charge.
He had not even had time to send reinforcements.
More than half of the knights in the entire vanguard camp had already been lost!
"Order the retreating vanguard camp