The collapse of Leilan's frontline infantry dealt a severe blow to the morale of the other soldiers.
But King Leilan also knew that they could not retreat outright now.
He still had more than two thousand soldiers in good condition. Once they began retreating, it could very likely turn directly into a rout.
Every move they made now was dangerous.
Panic spread through the soldiers' hearts.
The private troops had originally been professional armies. They were highly accustomed to battle and experienced as well,
but limited by their own horizons and past experience, they had never fought a battle like this.
Whether it was exploding fireballs, cavalry that crushed everything beneath them, or commanders who suddenly lost their ability to resist,
none of it had ever happened in these soldiers' previous lives.
The fear of the unknown, coupled with their comrades being cut down like stalks of leeks,
meant that if King Leilan did not step forward now, his army would be finished.
King Leilan was a towering man. He swung his longsword and hacked down several fleeing soldiers who rushed toward him in succession.
With the troops in the rear continuously shouting warnings as well, these routed soldiers finally began searching for the proper paths to flee backward.
When people were running for their lives, their minds were almost completely blank at first.
Only after the danger lessened, or after they had fled some distance, could they possibly regain their senses.
That was why, so often, people fleeing for their lives chose paths in blind panic and ran into dead ends.
Now that the routed soldiers had people guiding them, they fled toward the rear of Leilan's royal army. Nobles were there stopping them, trying to restore order to their ranks.
Meanwhile, Charles, advancing with the infantry, saw this