The Final Battle, Part Four

After Alex led his soldiers to rout the Ducal Guard Legion's cavalry, he was about to return to the main battlefield when he sensed a shocking change in the fighting.

The Northern Alliance Army, which had held the upper hand with spirits high, had fallen into chaos. Several formations that had been pressing the Duchy Army suddenly broke apart without warning!

The warriors who had looked so formidable now scattered as though they had lost their commanders, unable to mount any effective resistance.

The Duchy Army seized this once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity and turned to launch a fierce pursuit.

They had been driven back step by step. If they did not strike back now, would they not waste a perfect chance?

Unit after unit of Duchy soldiers charged after the fleeing Northern Alliance Army like starving tigers pouncing on prey, determined to kill them.

What happened? Alex stared at the chaos across the battlefield, stunned and bewildered.

He had hurried back with his elite cavalry, only to find himself dumbstruck by what he saw.

As Alex stood at a loss, Hawk rushed over with several Northlands officers whose clothes were in tatters and whose armor was shattered.

Terror filled their faces. When one of them caught sight of Alex, he dropped to both knees and burst into tears.

Alex looked closer and recognized him at once: Ian of the Iron Birch Territory, a fierce fighter in its army and a Regimental Commander.

Ian had even met Victor once.

Seeing him in such a state made Alex's heart clench. A terrible premonition rose within him.

He stared wide-eyed and asked, "Are you really Ian? What happened? I was only gone for a little while. How did things get this bad?"

Ian slowly raised his head and wiped the tears from his eyes with