Fredrinn Firecrown: The Weakest Villain

"What choice do we have? You guys have already agreed." Nate smiled wryly while shaking his head.

Everyone's eyes turned to Ricky.

"I-I… will follow your decision." Ricky forced a smile while sighing bitterly in his heart. He didn't sign up to become a cannon fodder, but it seemed like he would have to join the battle.

"Good! Prepare your troops! We will depart at once!" Fredrinn dismissed them and went to assemble the Mad Bear Corps.

The rest of the corps commanders also gathered their troops.

Once everyone was in position, Fredrinn jumped on top of his mount and raised his Flame Dragon Crescent Blade as he shouted at the top of his lungs.

"CHARGE!!!"

He squeezed his legs and urged his war horse to move, leading the vanguard with ferocious force.

The rest of the army quickly followed, forming a pyramid behind him.

Fredrinn wanted to make full use of the buffs so he raised his hand and gave the signal to change formation.

Seeing his signal, the messengers immediately relayed his instructions to the troops, raising their flags in a timely fashion.

Soon, the army formed a rectangular box with Fredrinn at the center.

For this battle, Fredrinn didn't plan to just recklessly attack them.

The Blood Saber Army wasn't like the armies they had encountered before. They were a bunch of cruel killers so ordinary tactics wouldn't work on them.

At this moment, the Blood Saber Army had already noticed their approach.

Gregor's eyes flashed with killing intent upon seeing the approaching army. He jumped on his horse and grabbed the saber on his back.

"Raise your weapons and prepare to clash with the enemies! Remember what he came here for! Kill them all!!!"

The man with the eyepatch, Johnson Maxville, narrowed his eyes. He didn't expect the enemies to launch an offensive.

'How bold of them to attack us when their soldiers haven't fully recuperated. Is this Fredrinn's idea? So he wants to fight us while our soldiers are exhausted. Not bad.'

'However…'

'You guys have underestimated the power of our troops!'

Soon, the two armies clashed!

Gregor was in the very front of the formation, killing tens of soldiers in his every strike!

He was like a specter of death. Wherever he passed by, a trail of blood would follow!

"I won't let you touch my soldiers!" An angry voice echoed.

A person suddenly appeared in front of Gregor, blocking his path, and preventing him from continuing his massacre.

This person was none other than Nate Woodman.

Fredrinn tasked him to lead the vanguard since he had the most amount of troops.

"Just you?" Gregor snorted as he lifted his saber and made a series of hand seals to execute a battle skill.

Nate also released a series of attacks with his battle axe, forcing Gregor to cancel his skill.

"Annoying fly!" Gregor bellowed in rage, brandishing his saber relentlessly, leaving hundreds of afterimages in the air.

As the two half-step Void Tempering powerhouses fought, the surrounding area crumbled under their terrifying power.

In that instant, they clashed a dozen times causing violent shockwaves in each collision!

Although the two looked evenly matched, Nate realized that the other party was faster than him. Just the slight difference in their speed left multiple cuts on his body.

'Dammit! I need to get out of here! This bastard is too strong!' Nate thought to himself as he backed off with a quick leap.

Suddenly, he noticed the signal from the messenger.

"Retreat!" Nate immediately commanded his troops to fall back after he saw the signal.

Nate's troops retreated swiftly, disengaging with the enemies without hesitation.

Seeing this, Gregor was furious. How could he let go of them?

"Don't let them get away! Kill them! Kill them all!" He shouted as he urged his war horse to pursue them.

Johnson Maxville frowned at the enemy's sudden retreat. 'Why did they retreat?'

He observed the changes in their formation.

"Hm?!" Something caught his attention.

"A phalanx behind the box formation? It was a trap!"

"Stop! Don't let them lure you in!" Johnson shouted in alarm, but his voice was drowned by the loud chanting of the enemy troops.

"Dammit! This was their plan from the start! The initial charge was just a diversion! They planned to lure our main troops to the location of their phalanx!" Johnson was stunned by the enemy's quick thinking.

The Macedonian phalanx. This battle formation was something that Fredrinn learned from his home world.

He incorporated this formation into the Mad Bear Corps arsenal. .net

For this formation, he used the Black Flame Heavy Cavalry Divison who had the sturdiest defense. He equipped them with long spears that would act as a deterrent to force the enemies to change direction.

At this moment, Gregor and the Blood Saber Army had belatedly discovered the phalanx so it was already too late to retreat.

Left with no choice, Gregor pulled the reins to the side, urging his horse to evade the long spears.

"Cunning bastards! Dammit!"

Now that the Blood Saber Army's formation was forced to separate, their defenses weakened which left them vulnerable to attacks.

"Mad Bear Corps, slaughter them!" Fredrinn's roar echoed.

He emerged like a phantom and crushed into the Blood Saber Army's soldiers. The powerful stomp of his mount killed a few soldiers and he followed it with a quick swipe of his guandao.

This time, the Blood Saber Army lost their ability to fight back.

This was Fredrinn's plan. He wanted to isolate Gregor's main force and slaughter them in his trap formation.

As long as he was killed, this battle would be a lot easier.

"Fredrinn Firecrown! If you have the guts, face me like a true fucking man!" Gregor's furious howls echoed in all directions.

He was trapped with no room to escape.

He never thought that he actually fell into the enemy's schemes.

Gregor finally realized why Fredrinn was undefeated in battle. He wasn't just strong. He was also a wise tactician!

Fredrinn ignored his final attempt at struggle.

"You might be stronger than Markelle, but he was a more difficult opponent than you," Fredrinn muttered in a mocking voice.

The veins on Gregor's face protruded as he glared at Fredrinn.

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