Fredrinn Firecrown: The Weakest Villain

A few minutes before the attack on the Blue Mountain Army's camp, Markelle was inside his tent, making his own preparations for the departure the next day.

He pulled out the sword strapped on his back and cleaned its blade with a cloth. This weapon has been with him since he started his journey as a martial practitioner. It was his most treasured possession. "Tomorrow, I will let you drink the enemy's blood." He muttered in a chilling voice.

His sword was somewhat special. It has the strange ability to suck blood and the more blood it consumed, the stronger it becomes.

Suddenly, Markelle sensed something unusual. He stood up and glanced in a certain direction with his eyebrows furrowed.

"Enemy attack!"

He heard his soldiers shouting in alarm.

By the time he stepped out of his tent, he saw his troops' tents catching fire. He was momentarily surprised. He didn't expect that the enemies would take the initiative to attack them.

Just as he was about to go out to look for the enemies, another commotion happened on the other side of the camp.

More tents were engulfed in flames, causing confusion and panic among his soldiers.

Seeing this, Markelle gritted his teeth in anger. With a furious look, he bellowed. "Prepare for battle!"

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Meanwhile, Lester led the Mad Bear Corps and the Swift Wind Corps to charge at the enemy camp, roaring at the top of his lungs with his sword raised in the air.

The Blue Mountain Army was still in a state of confusion so they failed to react in time which caused significant casualties on their side in the initial clash of both armies.

Lester's sword moved like a mirage, reaping the lives of dozens of enemies in every strike. True to his name, his sword was swift and silent.

Under his leadership, the Mad Bear Corps and the Swift Wind Corps crushed the first defensive line of the enemies, killing five thousand soldiers in just the blink of an eye!

When they were about to pierce through the second defensive line, Lester noticed that the enemies had already bolstered their defenses. Their resistance decreased the momentum of his troops.

Realizing this, Lester frowned and observed the situation. The morale of his troops was still high, especially the soldiers of the Mad Bear Corps who were at the vanguard. Despite the resistance they faced, they ferociously fought their way into the enemy's formation.

'So this is the strength of the Mad Bear Corps.'

His attention was focused on a specific division whose soldiers were covered in black armor from head to foot. 'Those guys should be the Black Flame Heavy Cavalry Division of the Firecrown Supreme Household. Their strength and lethality is indeed a cut above the other divisions.'

"Hm?!" Suddenly, he sensed a feeling of danger. He instinctively moved his head to the side, narrowly avoiding an arrow shot at him.

He immediately raised his guard and stared at the attacker. It was a middle-aged man holding a long bow. Seeing him, Lester narrowed his eyes. This person was dangerous. If he hadn't been evaded in time, he would have been killed by that arrow.

"Death Arrow General!" He recognized the person's identity. It was one of the Blue Mountain Army's three Corps Commander, Death Arrow General.

Just like himself, this guy was also at the 10th Layer of the Nascent Soul realm.

Encountering him here so early in the battle wasn't a good thing.

"So it's you, General Lester." Death Arrow General grinned when he saw the look on Lester's face.

Lester didn't say another word. He had to end this battle fast before the enemies could strengthen their defenses. He squeezed his legs, prompting his war horse to run.

Lester kept his eyes on Death Arrow General. If he wasn't careful, this guy could end his life with a single arrow.

Death Arrow General sneered. 'He wants to fight me in close combat. Did he think that he could beat me up close?'

When he realized Lester's intentions, he wasn't flustered. He simultaneously fired three arrows at Lester.

"Hmph!" Seeing this, Lester grunted as he swung his sword, destroying the three arrows effortlessly.

Death Arrow General knew that a frontal clash was inevitable. He grabbed his sword and urged his mount to rush forward. "Are you underestimating my sword skills?!" He furiously roared.

Lester remained silent. He executed a sword technique while drawing a symbol with his free hand. A moment later, a powerful wind blade was released and threatened to cut Death Arrow General in half!

Facing this attack, Death Arrow General's expression suddenly turned serious as he executed his own sword technique. Subsequently, an incorporeal large golden sword appeared before him and collided with the wind blade.

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The collision of the two powerful sword techniques caused a violent explosion and created a shockwave that threw the nearby soldiers into the air.

As soon as the dust subsided, the figure of Lester and Death Arrow General could be seen, unscathed.

'My sword techniques are weaker than him. I can't beat him on my own.' Death Arrow General frowned. In that clash, he might have appeared unharmed, but he was actually pushed back.

While he was thinking about how he could beat Lester, he noticed a figure approaching them. Seeing this person, Death Arrow General smiled in relief.

"Did I miss something?"

Lester turned his head and looked at the man who had just arrived. 'Fuck! This is getting troublesome!'

The newcomer was an old man dressed in blue battle armor. He was holding a spear on his right and a shield on the other.

'Fire Spear General…' Lester muttered.

Just like Death Arrow General, this old man was also a Corps Commander of the Blue Mountain Army. He was famous for his spear techniques and his strong defensive skills.

Lester wasn't even sure if he could beat this old man in a one versus one battle.

'I shouldn't have listened to that kid…' He sighed as he regretted listening to Fredrinn's plan.

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