How to Live as a Wandering Knight
Chapter 38.2: 𝐈𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐬 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫 (𝟏𝟐)

Johan praised the black wolf. It was all thanks to Karamaf, whether it was dealing with the troll, gathering the words afterwards, capturing the scribe, and even leading to this battlefield.

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“. . .Are you chewing on troll meat right now?”

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━𝐆𝐫𝐫𝐫.

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Johan looked around, but it seemed that no one had noticed. It was an amazing feat to have put a piece of meat in his mouth without anyone realizing.

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“Prepare to charge. We’ll hit them from behind and break their formation as we go.”

He had neither the ability nor the intention to issue any complicated commands. The knights in his party were fundamentally stronger in combat than these mercenaries.

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Charging in and creating chaos was enough.

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“Blow the horns. We charge! Follow Sir Johan!”

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“Charge! Charge! For honor!”

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As the knights burst out from behind the forest, the rogue gang was startled. The elite mercenaries from the Empire were still struggling to push back the enemy when suddenly the knights appeared from behind. ṟ

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“Fire!”

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“From behind, the St. Iena Holy Knights’ Order fired arrows. These were fire arrows lit with <𝐒𝐭. 𝐈𝐞𝐧𝐚’𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞>. The mercenaries screamed as the flames that couldn’t be blocked by shields spread.”

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‘𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘰

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Even before the cavalry could crash into their formation, the enemy mercenaries were already scattering with screams. Without proper preparation, and especially from a surprise attack from the rear, no one could withstand.

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And such mercenaries became easy prey. Johan swung his spear with a cold expression, piercing the throat of a fleeing mercenary, then grabbed a mace with his other hand to strike the opposite side.

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“S-Shit, die!”

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A fallen mercenary tried to stab Johan’s horse in a fit of desperation, but an elf knight quickly rushed over and crushed his head with a horse’s hoof.

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“How dare you challenge us, you lowly scum! Hey! Properly assist Sir Johan!”

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“I’m sorry, milord!”

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The elf knight’s subordinate hurriedly ran over and joined Johan’s side. Johan, disgusted, charged forward even more.

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🔸🔸

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As Johan sensed the end, so did Baron Eiven, and the captain of the <Bull Mercenary Group> felt the end was near.

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The mercenaries and rogues, who were supposed to hold their ground, crumbled like this, indicating they too couldn’t hold out for long.

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“Those damn sons of b*tches! After all the gold I’ve scattered!”

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Baron Eiven cursed the mercenaries with eyes bulging in excitement. He had spent so much to bribe the Oak Tree Mercenary Group and to make them fight valiantly.

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But they couldn’t withstand and were shattered like this!

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However, to the mercenary captain, this was an inevitable outcome. Who could withstand when knights were charging from behind?

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“Get ready to run.”

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The mercenary captain whispered to his senior mercenaries and lieutenants. The <Bull Mercenary Group> was about to collapse. They had to escape before that happened.

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“What are you planning to do?”

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“We must escape.”

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“Escape! How will you handle the aftermath!”

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“It’s already too late. Even if we bring ten trolls, those guys won’t regroup.”

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“Don’t talk nonsense! You’ve taken the money, do your job! Do you think you’ll be safe after this?!”

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“Escort his excellency. We’re escaping.”

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The mercenary captain had no intention to argue with the Baron. The mercenaries quickly grabbed the Baron and started retreating from the battlefield. Their subordinates fighting fiercely upfront had no idea about the Captain’s actions.

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━�

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“Yes, I saw it too.”

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After crushing the chest of a fleeing mercenary, Johan narrowed his eyes. Amidst the chaos, he noticed figures starting to retreat in the distance. It looked very suspicious.

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“Karamaf. Follow them. Let’s go.”

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“Sir Johan. I’ll help! Let’s go together!”

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━𝐆𝐫𝐫𝐫.

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Although Johan couldn’t understand exactly what Karamaf said, it felt like he said something like ‘𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨’.

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🔸🔸

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The escorting mercenaries retreated from the battlefield and tried to mount their horses. But before they could, they spotted pursuers in the distance.

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“There are pursuers!”

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“Who is it. . . Damn, it’s a knight!”

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The mercenaries looked at each other. Running away from a lost fight was something every mercenary experienced. Now, the thing was. . .

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The pursuer was supposed to be slowed down.

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“Damn!”

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A few unlucky ones were left behind, and the Baron and the mercenaries started their escape. Those who remained gritted their teeth and held their weapons. Even if it was a knight, if they could just hold out and knock him off the horse. . .

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Johan didn’t stop and wielded his mace. Seeing the mercenaries with shields, his intention was clear.

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With a dull sound, the mercenaries collapsed. The ones who took the mace on their shields couldn’t stand up due to the impact. For the mercenaries trying to flee from behind, this was an unbelievable situation.

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“Who taught these *ssholes to use shields?!”