Meeting

The rot in the Three Borders' situation had far exceeded his worst imaginings! How many years had it been? The Northern Territory barrier that had once been fairly solid had actually decayed and fallen to such a state!

Officials and bandits were colluding, the people had no way to live, and this land had practically become a breeding ground for chaos and betrayal!

"Could I, Boles, really be buried here today, dying beneath the schemes of this mob and the black hands behind them?" An unwilling thought flashed through his mind.

He strained to knock aside a chopping wood knife that came hacking down, then thrust his sword backhand through the other man's throat, but his steps staggered involuntarily.

Just as the defensive line was about to collapse completely, at the critical instant when Boles had already made his preparations to die on the battlefield.

A sudden change erupted!

From the rear of the Bandits army outside the village, which had been clamoring like a pot of boiling porridge, there suddenly burst forth a chorus of ghostly wails and wolfish howls, utterly terrified and chaotic to the extreme!

That sound was not the cry of battle, but the pure, despairing screams made when being slaughtered and trampled!

Immediately after, the Bandits who had already broken into the village and were locked in the final death struggle with the defenders also showed obvious unrest and panic!

The momentum of their attack stopped dead. Quite a few even began to look back in terror, then, as if they had seen ghosts, they threw down their weapons and tried to flee out of the village with no thought for anything else!

"What's going on?"

"Behind us! There are monsters behind us!"

"Run!"

The pressure on the defensive line that had been teetering on