Way of Overlord
Chapter 378: Two Warriors

Chapter 378: Two Warriors

The battlefield is chaotic, there is horses and men, there is sword and blade clashing and arrows flew left and right.

Yanlan parry the attack and avoid the arrows, riding with his rose around the battlefield like he is strolling through a garden, like he has an eye on the back of his head.

The arrow behind his back is already exhausted. And he shoots with the arrows on the side of the horse.

Each time he set up the arrow on the bow, it is like he possess the eye of a hawk. He look toward the enemy and it was like his eye pinpointed the path that the arrow needed to go

He then just aim, and release.

He did not even take too much time in releasing the arrow. He raise his bow, and release. In his hand, the act of raising the bow, pulling the bowstring and releasing the arrow almost look effortless.

The string of his bow itself is made from a sturdy material.

It is hard to just pull it but he could do it so effortlessly without straining himself showing that his strength is also not something to be underestimated.

He targeted those warriors who is about to kill his men. And before he knows it, all forty arrows that he brought with him has been exhausted.

Forty arrows, forty lives, none of them miss!

And then as he no longer have any arrow to use, he begins using his sword. Slashing left and right, each slash takes a live.

He alone is worth a hundred men!

Yanlan is not talented like Durka, not powerful like Belarion but uses all the skills he had learned in his life to become powerful like this.

Yanlan enters the battlefield and rally his men, like he always did. Such a powerful person has its pride.

So, how could he stand being repeatedly insulted by Aeryon.

Hence, even though he knows he should wait and try to swallow the insult, he did not surrender and when Aeryon attack he did not run

Aeryon is confident that he could win. Yanlan is also confident he could win.

Those who become chief and survive battles, all have this confidence that they could win. If they did not have such confidence, then don’t compete in this world full of contention!

The opponent near him all get cut into two or get slashed until they are only one step away to death.

Yanlan alone forged a path in the congested battlefield.

Forty arrows was shot, and when the arrows are exhausted, his sword reap the lives of the enemy and from the chaotic organization of his men, he and rally the disorganized forces and begun fighting back

Each time, he saw a formation is about to break, he would enter through the dangerous part of the enemy formation, break it and lead his men to rally and fight

And on the other side of the battlefield was Belarion.

He is like a moving mountain.

No matter what kind of storm it faced, it is undeterred.

That is how Belarion is. He ride his horse and killing people easily. His presence send a ripple of fear toward the enemy

As for the allies, they felt like they could not lose as long as they follow Belarion

Invincible general create invincible soldiers!

They become even more fierce in battle following Belarion to cut through a path to fight against the Wustkazan soldiers

Belarion himself is like a raging Tayak, killing people left and right.

If Yanlan uses his arrows and sword, an enemy of a hundred people, then Belarion is like a God of War, using only his brute strength to push through, an enemy of a thousand people.

He alone could change the battlefield

His armor is a black armor that seems to suck in the sunlight.

His eyes blazed with some kind of excitement.

And he wield a new glaive.

The weapon itself is massive and impossibly heavy for a common man to lift, yet for someone like him, born with innate strength, it almost seems like it is weightless.

Yanlan advance, and the more he advance the closer he came toward Belarion.

Belarion seems to be alone as his men did not come near him as he charge toward the enemy, his hand waving the glaive like it is a scythe of death

Charging with his horse, the chaos spread around him and calmed down with his swing!

His horse thundered across the battlefield like a fire of heaven hurtling toward the mortal world

His blade edges flashes the hue of the sunset

It is beautiful if not for the circumstances of the matter. His blade is reaping lives, blood is splattered every time he waves his glaive.

The green grass turns red, the cold hard ground turns sticky, the blood stick to the hooves of the horses, fierce and indomitable.

One could only imagine the feeling of the warriors of Wustkazan that have to face this monster, this God Incarnate.

Even so, Yanlan warriors rushed forward.

Even though they knew that the one in front of them is the famous Belarion, they did not run

They did not retreat.

Kazan men have bravery of ten men! That is the motto of the Kazan tribe. And they prove it when it matters.

"HAH!" Belarion snorted. But at the same time, he seems to admire these men. Even though they knew they would die, they still bravely step forward.

These warriors is trying to overwhelm him with sheer number.

But if quantity worked against him, how could Aeryon simply let him get loose?

Belarion raise his glaive and like a dragon coiled in the air, he made a sweeping motion

WHOOSH!

A wide arcs was made toward the front, cutting through the first line of men as though they were made of paper.

Ten men fell in a singles troke, cut on the waist as the body slides down to left and right.

These people is still alive as they saw their upper body slide off to the side and see their own lower part of the body slowly falls to the ground.

How sharp!

This is the thought of these people before they take their last breath.

THUD!

The head close their eyes and for a moment the warriors that see this happening in front of them could not help but be shocked.

They always heard that Belarion is strong but they never thought that Belarion could cut people as easily as he is cutting through grass

The moment is right!

"KILL! Someone shouted.

Belarion laughed

"KILL!" he echoes.

And his roar echoes so loudly that overwhelmed the sound of the war drums, drowned the sound of the screams and sems to echoes all over the battlefield.

It is like a roar of a tiger.

His eyes widened and he roared, and rode out to meet the charging warriors. Belarion charges like there is nothing that could stop him

Waving his glaive like some kind of scythe to cut down grass, he mows down the enemies just like grass

While Belarion is rampaging all across the battlefield like it is nothing one of the warriors of Wustkazan just break through the encirclement of the Brolgadhr warriors

In the distance, there is the Wustkazan chief. This warrior is determined to not let Belarion come close to his chief.

This man is sitting on the back of his warhorse. The horse itself is full of muscle as it gallops forward, this muscle of his steed become even more pronounced.

One could tell that this person must be one of the Wustkazan elite warrior. Only elite warriors could afford such steed.

He himself wears a gleaming bronze armor with thick leather

The armor clinked with each movement, hugging his broad shoulders and powerful physique.

He looks majestic but he is not handsome.

Even by the standards of the people of the Steppe, his face is not a face that would make people like him

He is not effeminate like the people of Yan but he has quite the square face. But it gives him this kind of fierce expression that is useful to intimidate people.

His eyes look at Belarion and the determination to fight could be seen in his eyes

A cold determination

He has a short well-kept beard and long black hair tied back like those of the Eresian warriors.

"Belarion is disturbing the morale! If he is allowed to continue, the morale would collapse completely!"

And he is not sure if the chief could fight against Belarion.

Belarion is not only young he is also a man born with innate strength

The more they fight, the more they become stronger and they could not be judged with common sense.

And the more he won, the stronger the momentum.

He could not allow him to become even more powerful

"if others could not stop him, then I should stop him!"

"Halt, Belarion of Brolgadhr!" he shouted as this square face warrior rush forward toward Belarion with his blade, his horse rushing forward like lightning, his soldiers gives way.

Two warriors is about to clash!

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