Hearing Ian Song utter the words "kill them," Derek Hill couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine. He thought to himself, "When these scholarly officials get ruthless, they're even scarier than us military men."
Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash!
Blood splattered as heads rolled. Soon, every last wounded Red Wolf soldier was beheaded.
"Sir, what should we do next?"
Derek Hill carefully asked for Ian Song’s opinion, making sure not to sound too forward.
"Charge straight ahead!"
Ian Song said.
With a wave of his hand, over a thousand armored riders surged forward. They carried an aura of absolute victory as they sped straight toward Westwind County.
If before this battle, these soldiers had still felt anxious and uneasy, now they were totally confident—because Ian Song had just shown he was insanely strong.
On the march, Ian Song took a moment to check his own Qi Luck.
He was quite satisfied—after wiping out this batch of Red Wolf troops, his Qi Luck had actually increased by over ten thousand.
For a moment, he couldn’t help but look thoughtful.
With the Valeguard Kingdom in chaos, the surrounding barbarian tribes would surely seize the chance to rise—maybe even found their own states. That’s why these two thousand Red Wolf cavalrymen each carried an average of more than five points of Qi Luck.
By comparison, the ordinary cavalrymen following him only had two or three points of Qi Luck each.
The Red Wolf Tribe was destined to rise!
"If I crush the Red Wolf Tribe’s chance to rise, I’ll definitely be able to seize even more Qi Luck!"
Ian Song thought to himself.
"Report!"
Outside Westwind County, in the Red Wolf Tribe’s camp, a messenger shouted loudly as he arrived.
"General, bad news! General Samir’s two thousand cavalry have been defeated—only a few dozen managed to escape!"
"What?"
"How is that possible?"
"Nonsense! The enemy only has a thousand men—how could Samir lose with two thousand troops? And in such a short time!"
As the messenger finished his report, the entire tent erupted in chaos—none of the officers could believe the news.
Only Kane Wolf’s face was dark as water. He barked coldly, "Someone, bring those escapees here—now!"
Soon, dozens of survivors were brought into the tent. Their faces were filled with terror and lingering dread—some were even still trembling.
"Speak! How did you lose?"
Kane Wolf demanded.
"G-General, there was someone terrifying in the Frostmarch cavalry. With a single sword strike, he not only killed General Samir, but also slaughtered a hundred men and wounded hundreds more!"
The group of survivors then recounted the whole ordeal. For a moment, the tent fell utterly silent.
"Could he be a Grandmaster?"
After a long pause, someone whispered.
"Report! The Frostmarch cavalry are already just five li away!" Another messenger rushed in, shouting the news.
"All officers, prepare to meet the enemy!"
With a thunderous shout, Kane Wolf set the whole tent in motion.
The Red Wolf Tribe truly were a people born to the saddle—by the time the Frostmarch cavalry reached just one li away, they’d already assembled six thousand riders in formation.
"Kill!"
Mounted atop his horse, Ian Song raised his sword once more, leading a thousand cavalry in a charge against the six thousand Red Wolf riders.
"Damn it!"
Kane Wolf was furious—how dare their thousand riders attack a force of six thousand!