Fredrinn Firecrown: The Weakest Villain

Chapter 80: Battle Erupts

Vincent Blackcrow gritted his teeth as he glared at the distant figure of Roland. 'That fucking bastard!'

He thought that the Firecrown Household would compromise so he was stunned by Roland's reaction.

After a moment of anger, Vincent smirked coldly. "Cavalry, prepare to charge at my signal!" He shouted.

He was confident in their cavalry's strength so he wasn't afraid to face Roland's elite warriors in battle. Furthermore, the individual strength of his soldiers was above that of Roland's martial practitioners. With all these advantages, Vincent believed that they would be victorious.

"Vincent, bring me Roland's head. As for his old man, Reynard will take care of him." An old voice suddenly drifted into Vincent's ears.

Vincent turned his head. At the forefront of the cavalry's formation was an old man dressed in bulky black and gray armor. Beside him was Reynard Blackcrow whose whole body was covered in black armor.

"Yes, my lord!" Vincent nodded his head respectfully. He was very afraid of this old man for he was the true leader of the Blackcrow Household. Even the patriarch had to listen to his words.

"I won't let you down." Reynard smiled at the old man.

This old man was one of the pillars of Red Sun City and he was also the former patriarch of the Blackcrow Household. Everyone used to call him 'Lance Demon', but many had already forgotten this nickname after he had disappeared from the public eye. His name is Winston Blackcrow!

Reynard nodded at Vincent with a knowing gaze.

Sensing his cue, Vincent grabbed his glaive and raised it midair as he shouted at the top of his lungs. "Cavalry, charge with me! Kill the Firecrown weaklings and be rewarded handsomely!"

"Kill! Kill!"

"For the Blackcrow Household!"

The cavalry of the Blackcrow Household was composed of elite martial practitioners.

Vincent managed to quickly ignite their morale with a few words.

The ground trembled as the five hundred cavalrymen charged towards the defensive line created by Roland's troops.

"Their soldiers are powerful, but what a pity. We didn't come here unprepared." Roland shook his head as he gave a hand signal.

Arthur grinned upon seeing this. He then commanded his troops to charge. "Defense Troops, follow me to kill those traitorous bastards!" As soon as he gave the command, he urged his mount to rush forward.

Arthur and his soldiers were disguised as warriors of the Firecrown Household so Vincent and Reynard thought that they were merely the vanguard force. However, they would soon know how terribly wrong they were.

"Roland, how dare you send a bunch of cannon fodder against our proud cavalrymen?!" Vincent laughed in disdain. He urged his horse to move faster and a look of excitement flashed in his eyes. He could already imagine himself slicing through the enemy forces with a few swings of his glaive. The thought of it made his blood boil with exhilaration.

"Wait! Vincent, there's something wrong with the person leading them!" Reynard's voice drifted into his ears.

"Huh?" Vincent furrowed his eyebrows as he concentrated his gaze on the warrior leading the enemy cavalry.

'Nascent Soul?! There's another Nascent Soul in their midst?!' Vincent was stunned and bewildered at the same time. They had been actively investigating the Firecrown Household all these years and they had information about their elite warriors. From their recent information, there should be only two Nascent Soul warriors on their side.

Vincent knew that it was already too late to stop his troops so they could only push forward and hope that the opposing Nascent Soul wasn't too strong.

Reynard also understood this so he could only bite the bullet.

"I'll take the front! I will stop that man to minimize our losses!" Vincent shouted to Reynard before he urged his mount to leap forward.

Before Reynard could say something, Vincent had already leaped toward the enemy formation with his glaive raised upward to perform a sweeping motion.

"Die!!" Vincent mobilized his Qi to execute a battle technique. An image of a charging bull appeared and angrily pounced at Arthur!

"You overestimate yourself!" Arthur sneered.

He swung the two-handed mace in his hand and effortlessly destroyed the incorporeal image of the bull.

'What?! How did he destroy it in one move?!' Vincent was stunned when he saw his strongest battle technique being pulverized with a single attack.

"Vincent, that man is dangerous! Get away from him immediately!" Reynard shouted as soon as he sensed the overwhelming power that destroyed Vincent's skill. Even he was incapable of breaking through Vincent's technique with such ease. Which means that this particular warrior was way stronger than him!

Vincent also realized this, but just as he was about to retreat, Arthur suddenly released his battle technique.

He swung his mace in a downward motion and smashed the ground. Earthen spikes shot upwards from the ground and penetrated the body of Vincent's horse!

The horse cried out in pain and died a gruesome death.

Meanwhile, Vincent was forced to jump out to save himself.

He barely avoided death and it made him fearful of the mace-wielding warrior. "Who are you?! I don't think the Firecrown Household has a martial practitioner of your caliber!"

Arthur ignored him and raised his mace in preparation for another attack.

Vincent quickly raised his shield.

Bang!

A violent explosion echoed as Arthur's mace smashed into his shield.

Blood leaked out from the corner of Vincent's mouth and the ground beneath his feet formed a deep crater. 'Who the fuck is this damn bastard?!' He cursed in his mind.

If he hadn't raised his shield in time, he would have been turned into a meat paste!

Reynard finally appeared on his side and pushed off Arthur temporarily.

"Who are you?!" Reynard glared at Arthur.

Unfortunately for him, Arthur had now donned his helmet and he had no intention of revealing his identity.

At this moment, the two cavalry units had already clashed. Surprisingly, the Blackcrow Household's elite troops were slightly at a disadvantage.

The pitiful screams of the soldiers and the clash of the weapons echoed, instilling a chaotic atmosphere on the battlefield.

Soldiers from both sides died one after another as the fearsome battle continued.