The others gradually caught up.
The Crow Queen - Triss was whispering chants over a hundred meters away. Amidst the agitation of warhorses, the enemy's chasing formation fell into chaos, but their riding skills were superb, and no one was unseated.
Her spells seemed to require a certain distance, otherwise, their power would diminish.
A gust of magical wind rose from her incantations.
On the battlefield.
The Valkyrie, who had just taken away the souls of two warriors, quickly turned her head, looking directly towards the direction of the Crow Queen - Triss.
However, she took no action, remaining in a neutral state.
Her presence was invisible to the naked eye, seemingly not belonging to the real plane, like a ghost following behind everyone, even pausing to collect the soul of a chieftain's guard who killed Duncan.
For a moment.
It was as if she and Duncan had formed some sort of tacit understanding.
While Duncan wreaked havoc at the front, she collected souls at the back, appearing quite dedicated to her duty.
"Does the Valkyrie exist or not?"
Except for Duncan's god-eye view, no one could perceive or observe the Valkyrie's presence, not even the Crow Queen - Triss was aware.
Even with the god-eye view, she seemed like a semi-transparent spirit body.
— Resting Horse Arrow.
Quadruple kill!
The Saxon chieftain's guard finally sensed something amiss.
Several took up battle bows, shooting in Duncan's direction. The Saxon forest hunters were strong, ranking among the top archer units, and the noble knights could also engage in mounted archery.
Another team of enemies bypassed the slope to cut off the routed Duke of Dingtiger's personal guard.
Clang!
An unbelievable scene occurred on the battlefield.
Duncan instantly drew his sword, The Oathkeeper turned into a blur, and incredibly, he cut down the arrows shot at him!
One rider breaking the enemy, slashing arrows with a swing of the sword!
This scene startled the Saxon noble riders into pulling their reins, not daring to advance.
Is this even human?
Unlike the Crow Queen - Triss's witchcraft, which invisibly deflected arrows making them seem to miss, Duncan purely relied on physical prowess and powerful combat skills to draw his sword and slash down the enemy's arrows.
This was more terrifying!
This scene.
Even startled the Valkyrie high in the air, her eyes under the bird-winged silver helmet couldn't help but glance towards Duncan in the distance, with a slightly surprised expression.
Clearly.
At this moment, the shock Duncan brought to the barbarian noble knights was no less than the immense pressure exerted on him by the Hermitage Holy Hall. This special ability heavily relied on comprehensive combat skills, and Duncan's far exceeded that of the Hermitage Holy Hall.
Too strong!
Duncan alone forced back over ten horsemen, shocking them into not daring to continue the pursuit.
Elsewhere, the Duke of Dingtiger's personal guard also clashed with the Saxon noble knights who took a shortcut, and in a round of close combat, more riders fell off their horses.
"You guys stay behind to cover us."
A few personal guard cavalrymen wore solemn expressions, turning their horses without hesitation to face inevitable death.
— Blood Axe - Nidhron (Two-star Iron Grey) (Elite Chieftain Guard) [Sol Warrior].
An extremely fierce, burly, and drunken barbarian warrior broke through the formation.
He beheaded a personal guard cavalryman ahead with a swing of his axe. Unlike others, he wielded a two-handed war axe and could fight on horseback, possessing incredible strength. After beheading two more men, this fierce barbarian was stabbed in the back, he roared wildly, forcing the crowd back, then charged back to regroup with other barbarian riders.
This fellow's physical resilience was astonishing, acting as if unscathed after being injured!
He made a killing sweep back and forth among the enemy army.
By then, Duncan had caught up, drawing his bow to a full moon, arrows breaking the air, he shot and killed another barbarian noble knight with three consecutive shots.
Pentakill!
He might consider learning from the Mongolian riders, with one pouch of light arrows for long-range shooting and another of heavy arrows for armor-piercing.
— Barbarian Chieftain Guard (Morale shaken) (Slight casualties) (Encountered strong enemy)!
At this time, there was movement from behind.
The two groups of separately encircling cavalry regrouped, but didn't continue to chase.
Because they had drawn apart.
To pursue would require light cavalry, but facing Duncan, sending light cavalry was essentially handing over their heads.
Announce the withdrawal.
The pursuing barbarian knights were unwilling, but retreated nonetheless, preparing to continue slaughtering chaotic troops on the battlefield.
They were the real assets of the barbarian race, each death a painful loss.
If Duncan hadn't blocked a team of more than ten horsemen, a flanking maneuver and frontal assault might have been enough to kill the Duke of Dingtiger fleeing in panic.
There were too many enemies.
Duncan could only fight while retreating, utilizing kiting tactics for gradual attrition. His excellent riding skills meant he wasn't afraid of being caught.
Heavy cavalry found it hard to chase him, while light cavalry would die trying.
Currently, what Duncan feared most was supernatural power, though he was fortunate to have a Druid and two witches with him.
The Valkyrie's figure halted.
Her eyes under the bird-winged silver helmet glanced briefly at Duncan from afar, before disappearing with the soul of the barbarian warrior just shot.
In this battle, nearly half of the souls she took were killed by Duncan.
The performance in the Heroic Spirit Hall today relied entirely on Duncan's merciless slaughter.
On the battlefield's edge.
The Duke of Dingtiger didn't stop to express gratitude, continuing to gallop forward under the escort of his personal guard, fleeing over ten miles before slowing down and sending someone to invite those who saved his life up to express his thanks.
This Duke of Dingtiger even lost his helmet in the escape, revealing a middle-aged face of thirty or forty with a rather heroic appearance, yet only marked as a one-star whiteboard unit.
His personal guard cavalry suffered heavy casualties, with only about ten managing to escape.
A crushing defeat!
This battle was a crushing defeat; the Duke of Dingtiger nearly expended all his resources.
Duncan looked at the Duke of Dingtiger, whose expression was anxious and uneasy due to the crushing defeat, and suddenly, a thought surfaced in his mind.
To become a mercenary.
Find a way to bring the Exile Rebel Army from the Gaul region, establishing themselves on Great Britain directly as mercenaries.
No one needed a powerful mercenary force more than the defeated Duke of Dingtiger!
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