Chapter 46

Roko did not directly participate in the most intense fighting.

He stood on a slightly elevated rock, calmly observing the entire battlefield and issuing orders from time to time.

His gaze was mainly locked onto the startled Storm Colts.

According to the plan, the team led by Bake was trying to drive these precious warhorses out of the chaotic battlefield.

Then, they would gather them into a hidden tributary valley on the side of the canyon.

The centaurs also realized the enemy's goal was their horses, and some tried to rush over to stop them.

However, they were all blocked firmly by the men led by Luoen and Qiaowen.

The battle was exceptionally brutal.

Although the centaurs were at a disadvantage in numbers and had been caught off guard, their innate bravery and tough physiques meant they did not collapse immediately.

Relying on the terrain, they engaged in a life-and-death struggle with the "bandits."

Zha Wen watched his clansmen fall one by one and watched the Storm Colts being driven away by the enemy; his eyes turned blood-red, filled with humiliation and rage!

He was the young master of the Gale Tribe!

He had actually suffered such a crushing defeat on his first trade mission, on the territory of humans he looked down upon!

"Ahhh!"

Zha Wen let out an angry roar; he abandoned his bow and arrow and drew a curved blade made of special beast bone from his waist.

He rushed toward the few "bandits" closest to him!

He wanted to kill these damned robbers!

However, he had only rushed forward a few steps.

A silver-gray figure appeared before him like a ghost.

It was Fula!

Fula's cold, heterochromatic eyes were locked tightly onto Zha Wen.

She felt the intense hostility and killing intent emanating from this centaur.

"Meow!"

A low, warning cat-call sounded.

Fula's figure blurred instantly, the longsword in her hand carrying pale red Battle Qi as it stabbed straight at Zha Wen's heart!

Zha Wen was shocked; he hadn't expected this seemingly petite Cat-kin to be so fast!

He hurriedly swung his blade to parry!

Clang!

The curved blade and longsword collided!

Zha Wen only felt a powerful force coming through, numbing his arm!

This Cat-kin's strength was far beyond his imagination!

At least at the Great Knight Initial stage!

Just as Zha Wen and Fula were locked in combat.

Hart had already completely suppressed Lu Ke.

Puchi!

The cold sword tip finally pierced the old centaur's chest mercilessly.

Lu Ke's eyes widened as he fell down, unwilling.

"Uncle Lu Ke!"

Seeing this scene, Zha Wen's eyes were about to split!

In his distraction, Fula's longsword had already slashed his arm, leaving a wound deep enough to see bone!

"Young master! Run!"

The few remaining centaur guards saw that their leader and Lu Ke had both been defeated, knowing the situation was lost.

They charged up desperately, trying to buy time for Zha Wen to escape!

"We'll hold them off! You take the remaining clansmen and break out!"

"Bring the news back to the tribe! Avenge us!"

Zha Wen looked at those clansmen who were sacrificing their lives to buy him time, his eyes bloodshot.

He knew that staying meant certain death!

Shame! Rage! Unwillingness!

Various emotions intertwined in his heart!

"Retreat!"

Zha Wen let out a sorrowful, angry roar and stopped fighting.

He violently forced Fula back, turned, and rushed toward a steep path deep in the canyon that scouts had previously explored and could barely be climbed!

The remaining dozen or so centaurs also gave up resistance.

Following Zha Wen, they fled for their lives!

Roko saw this scene from high above, his brows slightly furrowed.

He had originally wanted to capture Zha Wen alive, or at least kill him.

But now it seemed the enemy had found an escape route.

"Hart! Stop them!"

Roko ordered.

Hart was about to give chase immediately.

But at this moment, although the battle in the canyon was nearing its end, there were still sporadic centaurs putting up a desperate struggle.

And, more importantly, those Storm Colts!

Although most had been driven to the designated location, there were still a dozen startled horses running wild in the canyon that needed manpower to control.

Hart glanced at the direction where Zha Wen and the others had disappeared, then looked at the highly valuable Storm Colts.

He made a judgment in an instant.

"Young master, we can't catch them; we should prioritize securing the warhorses!"

Hart said in a deep voice.

Roko pondered for a moment and nodded.

Compared to the centaurs he couldn't catch, ensuring this batch of Storm Colts was foolproof was the most important thing.

"Clean up the battlefield!"

"Count the casualties!"

"Control all the Storm Colts!"

Roko issued the orders.

The battle soon ended completely.

In the canyon, over thirty centaur corpses were left behind, along with seven or eight wounded centaurs who had been captured.

On Roko's side, over twenty people were injured, and ten soldiers and three Knight Attendants had died.

The cost was within an acceptable range.

And the harvest was enormous!

When the 113 magnificent Storm Colts were gathered in the open space on the side of the canyon, even Roko couldn't help but feel his heart surge.

These warhorses were each filled with a sense of explosive power, their eyes spirited and unruly.

They pawed the ground restlessly, snorting, with wind elements faintly flowing around them.

With them, the combat power of the Vanguard Valley Knights would undergo a qualitative leap!

"We're rich, we're rich!"

Martina had come over at some point; looking at the horses all over the ground, her eyes turned into the shape of gold coins, and she almost drooled.

【Favorability: 75】

【Loyalty: 55】

Fula stood quietly beside Roko, looking at those beautiful horses and then at the rare look of excitement on Roko's face.

In her heterochromatic eyes, a happy glow also appeared.

It's really good to be able to help the master.

Only Hart, looking at the centaur corpses on the ground and then toward the direction Zha Wen had fled, frowned imperceptibly.

The Gale Tribe...

These centaur tribes living deep in the wasteland were usually extremely vengeful.

This raid would likely bring quite a bit of trouble.

Roko seemed to notice Hart's worry and patted him on the shoulder.

"Trouble will always exist."

"But opportunities are only yours once you seize them."

He looked at those highly valuable Storm Colts, his eyes filled with a determined light.

"First, take our spoils back."

"As for the revenge of the Gale Tribe..."

Roko curled his lips into a confident smile.

"Let them come."

"Just right, I still need more merit to prove my value to the Kingdom."

"Besides, whether the Gale Tribe can eventually find out that it was us who did it is a question."

After saying this, Roko looked toward the direction Zha Wen and the others had fled, his gaze deep.

He had seen the bone-deep hatred and unwillingness in the eyes of that young centaur leader clearly.

The grudge this time was considered completely settled.

However, Roko didn't care.

In this borderland where the weak are prey to the strong, wanting to rise would inevitably be accompanied by blood and hatred.

He was already prepared.