Final Battle III

Not long after the captain of the guard squad sacrificed himself, this unit of guards was nearly wiped out. In stark contrast, the routed soldiers from the duchy suffered only negligible casualties.

This shocking turn of events quickly alerted the guards. They immediately realized that these routed troops before them were anything but ordinary.

After a brief discussion, the guards made a swift decision: aside from sending a small portion of their forces to escort Count Colt and the senior commanders of the Northern Alliance Command to safety, every remaining guard charged straight at the enemy without hesitation.

"Grand Mentor, a large number of enemy reinforcements are coming at us, but it looks like some people in the rear are fleeing!" A routed duchy soldier hurriedly reported to the mounted commander.

Hearing this, the mysterious figure who had remained hidden beneath a broad cloak finally revealed his face—it was none other than Grand Mentor Hurst of the Silver Maple Secret Guard!

"Hmph, they must have noticed something was wrong with us!" Hurst said coldly, his expression dark as water. "Unfortunately, it's too late now. We're this close to them. Victory is within reach!"

He immediately gave the order: "Pass it on! Everyone, remove your disguises at once, take the secret medicine, and pursue the fleeing enemy with everything you have! Catch that damned traitor count, dead or alive!"

Before long, these battered remnants of the duchy army swiftly stripped off their tattered, worn-out armor meant to deceive others, revealing brand-new pitch-black leather battle armor beneath. Without a doubt, they were the trainee force that had previously gone into battle with Hurst!

Then, without hesitation, they pulled out the medicine bottles they had prepared beforehand and tipped them back one after another.

Soon after swallowing the medicine, agonized expressions appeared on