After occupying a base area, he pulled an utterly outrageous move.
Eight hundred men—never more than eight hundred.
Eight hundred knights: powerful bows, sharp swords, lances, plate armor, swift horses; both rider and mount were armored, and every one of them knew magic.
They roamed throughout the western reaches of the Central Lands.
They often split up, forming cavalry units of fifty men each.
They went into every rural region, crusading against local knights and churches, teaching the people scorched earth tactics, producing weapons, and launching sneak attacks on churches and nobles.
They wandered over from the Eastern Continent.
No, it was not aimless wandering. It was drawing the enemy around!
Eight hundred men, with tens of thousands of troops behind them—really hundreds of thousands, even millions—running all over the place!
Every time, he struck at rural powers, churches, and local people.
He formed a united organization called the Tower of Babel, aiming to achieve worldwide unity against the forces of the Devil Race.
He dragged the enemy's main force all over the land.
When the enemy encircled him from north and south, he went east or west.
When the enemy encircled him from the southeast, he went north or south.
When the enemy surrounded him on all sides, he split his forces, sending fifty cavalrymen through narrow paths.
Those vast armies had to spread out, and those elite troops had to spread out.
Even if the enemy went all out, they could only station a hundred or two hundred men at each pass.
How were they supposed to fight?
Fifty iron riders, sweeping and hacking with mounted archery and long spears.
On the plains, five hundred men could not even defeat fifty knights!
The eight hundred cavalry roamed ahead while the bases behind them steadily developed, growing from dozens