The First Vampire

Chapter 247: 247 Final Battle (Part 2)_1

Chapter 247: 247 Final Battle (Part 2)_1

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When Colin first saw Marquis Garcia personally leading the Dark Cavalry in a heavy charge, he somewhat couldn’t understand it.

Because such behavior was too risky. In case the commander was killed, captured, or even injured and unable to continue commanding during the charge, it would cause the army to instantly lose its backbone and leave no room for maneuvering in the ensuing situation.

But after personally commanding the Dark Cavalry, Colin suddenly understood the reason why Marquis Garcia always led from the front during every decisive battle.

The commander is the courage and soul of an army.

Marquis Garcia’s action of taking the lead and charging at the forefront had a terrifying effect on boosting the morale of his Dark Cavalry.

More importantly, once the morale of this formidable army was stimulated, it was invincible, unstoppable, and there was no need to worry about failures in charging or damage to the commander.

After trying a few times relying on his own undying trait, Colin too became deeply infatuated with this feeling of leading the Dark Cavalry in a charge.

The joy of tearing through enemy lines like a hot knife through butter was as addictive as nicotine.

At this time, a thousand Dark Cavalry dismounted for an infantry battle, but under Colin’s personal command, they still exhibited a daunting momentum, like a loosed sharp arrow, charging toward the dwarf’s position.

Because Colin was wearing shiny armor and there was someone specifically holding his commander’s flag beside him, the warriors of the Golden Lion Legion realized that Vera’s husband, Viscount Angler, had personally joined the battle.

Therefore, the morale of the warriors of the Golden Lion Legion was immediately stimulated.

The situation on the battlefield was visibly changing, especially when Colin personally led the Dark Cavalry in a rudely unreasonable manner to forcibly tear open the first defense line of the dwarves, as if the first domino had been pushed down.

For a moment, the Dwarf Legion began to retreat step by step.

The battle entered its most ferocious stage, the river beach was already filled with corpses, the river water was completely dyed red, and unknown ferocious fish excitedly leapt out of the water, enjoying this bloody feast.

The retreat of the dwarves’ vanguard forced the rear allies to retreat uncontrollably, but further retreat meant the raging Ben Liu River.

Seeing that the situation was about to collapse, General Tumu, whom Marquis Dawson had high hopes for, stepped forward.

“No retreat! Follow me, forward, forward!”

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Tumu swung his massive hammer and repeatedly smashed it into the ground, creating deep pits.

The massive shockwaves spread in all directions, disrupting the formations of both the enemy and his own sides, but it also stopped the momentum of the Golden Lion Legion’s charge.

Tumu’s fierce posture immediately caught Colin’s attention.

Although he always believed that unless reaching the Holy Field, the role of high-ranking professionals in a war is limited, in situations of equally matched forces, the formidable combat power of high-ranking warriors can greatly boost morale and even reverse the situation.

Therefore, Colin immediately targeted this dwarf warrior.

Tumu, at this moment, also noticed Colin in his shiny armor not far away. Although he didn’t recognize Colin, he knew that he was a big fish.

So, he roared wildly, took heavy steps, and charged like a steel monster.

Colin sneered, held his sword in both hands, and bravely met him head-on.

Thump thump thump!

Tumu’s footsteps got heavier and heavier, and even the footprints he left behind got deeper and deeper as if his weight was constantly increasing with his charge.

Eventually, the entire ground seemed to tremble with his footsteps.

But Colin showed no fear, nor did he dodge.

One hundred steps.

Fifty steps.

Twenty steps!

Close, and even closer!

Colin could already clearly see the bloodthirsty grin on Tumu’s face.

But in the next second, he abruptly stopped his charge, this abrupt transition from extreme motion to extreme stillness caught Tumu off guard.

But under the drive of inertia, Tumu could no longer stop.

And there was no need to stop.

In Tumu’s view, this human commander was a coward.

But at this distance, whoever faltered would die!

Tumu burst out laughing crazily. He raised his giant hammer high. He seems to see the next moment, his hammer smashing Colin’s skull into pieces.

Boom!

Tumu took his final step, his body leapt high and his hammer fell towards Colin like a meteor.

However, at that moment, a huge figure suddenly burst out from behind Colin.

He was fully encased in dark armor, not a trace of skin visible. His left hand held a shield, his right a spear, his frame standing tall and steadfast in front of Colin like a towering mountain.

Boom!

A thunderous crash.

Tumu’s mighty hammer slammed heavily onto the armored man’s large shield, causing the thick, iron shield to deeply indent.

The immense force of impact drove the armored man’s legs deep into the wet riverbank mud, yet his body remained steady and unmovable like a mountain.

A trace of surprise and gravity flashed in Tumu’s eyes.

But the next moment, his face was instantly filled with horror.

That’s because a long spear, like a dragon rising out of the water, came piercing out like lightning from behind the large shield. Tumu, still hanging mid-air, found it extremely difficult to evade.

Swoosh!

The spear impaled Tumu, who was still in mid-air.

Under severe pain, Tumu let out a raw, beast-like roar, then, ignoring his heavy injuries, swung his enormous hammer down once again.

Bang!

The already frail large shield was unable to resist the hammer strike and instantly dissolved into countless scattered iron fragments.

That massive hammer, aided by terrifying inertia, slammed heavily onto the armored man’s helmet.

The helmet instantly deformed, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

But, the armored man, seemingly impervious to pain, swung his long spear to smash Tumu into the ground, then he stepped on him.

Tumu only felt that his armor creaked insufferably under the impact of the enormous foot, but he noticed a trace of dark green skin and a fleeting glimpse of menacing tusks under the twisted helmet of his adversary.

The enemy is a Troll warrior!

Tumu was filled with disbelief. Why would a Troll help the Golden Lion Legion?

“Surrender, I’ll grant you an honor,” Colin’s cold voice sounded.

“Pah!” Tumu spat out a mouthful of blood-stained mud, disdainfully retorting, “Dwarfs do not surrender… We only die in battle…”

Thud!

Colin gave a strong kick to Tumu’s head, knocking him unconscious.

The fall of Tumu delivered a devastating blow to the morale of the Dwarf Legion.

In the absence of Marquis Dawson, this fifth-level Dwarf warrior was the backbone of the Dwarf Legion on the south bank.

Witnessing the invincibly strong general Tumu being trampled underfoot, his life or death unknown, panic immediately began to spread among the Dwarfs.

At such a heated stage in battle, such panic is deadly.

On the side of the Golden Lion Legion, the morale was greatly boosted. The warriors fearlessly charged forward, again and again, forcing the Dwarfs to retreat under their surging attacks.

However, this retreat only worsened their situation.

Because their rear was the raging Ben Liu River.

Even though more Dwarf legions were coming to the south bank via the pontoon bridge, they were of no significant influence on the current battle situation.

They were blocked by retreating allies at the back and couldn’t leverage the true effectiveness of their fresh troops.

It only made the riverbank battleground more crowded and chaotic.

What was worse, the concentrated Dwarf legions became live targets for the archers of the Golden Lion Legion. The rain of arrows was severely thinning the dwarf warriors’ ranks with high efficiency.

“Charge! Charge forward!”

“We can’t retreat! We can’t fall back anymore!”

The Dwarf officers were shouting hoarsely, trying to reverse the momentum, but in this situation, individual strength was incredibly insignificant.

Sometimes, it’s not that the soldiers want to retreat, but that they have no choice.

With the frontline collapsing, Dwarfs were trapped with limited space, unable to rotate and reorganize.

The troops behind couldn’t move forward, while the frontline troops were already exhausted. A large-scale rout was inevitable.

Thud, thud…

Dwarf soldiers began to be pushed into the water.