Chapter 66: Slaying the Kobold Commander! A Great Victory!

"Defend! Defend quickly!"

Geluomu brandished the large blade in his hand, trying to block the incoming arrows, while desperately commanding his men.

But in this narrow canyon, they had nowhere to hide.

The cliffs on both sides became their natural cage.

Just as the Kobold team fell into chaos.

"Storm Knights! Charge!"

Hart let out a thunderous roar.

"Kill!"

One hundred Storm Knights, who had long been unable to hold back, rushed out from their hiding spots on both sides of the canyon like tigers descending a mountain!

The Storm Colts beneath them erupted with astonishing speed and impact in the narrow canyon.

"Boom!"

The Storm Knights slammed fiercely into the Kobold team.

People were overturned and horses were thrown!

Flesh and blood flew everywhere!

Those so-called elite Kobolds were as fragile as paper in front of the terrifying impact of the Storm Colts.

Their leather armor could not withstand the sharp longswords and heavy lances in the knights' hands.

Every swing, every thrust, took away the lives of several Kobolds.

The battlefield instantly turned into a one-sided slaughter.

Roko rode on his Storm Colt, holding a longsword, like a god of slaughter, charging at the very front of the team.

His swordsmanship was sharp and efficient, and every strike precisely pierced the enemy's vital points.

Blood stained his armor and the ground beneath his feet.

Fula followed closely behind, her figure moving through the chaotic battlefield like a ghost.

Kagerosh looked at the hellish scene before him, his heart shattered.

Storm Colts!

It was the Storm Colts again!

That damn human lord, how could he be hauntingly present here?!

Shouldn't he be pursuing his "main" force?!

Countless questions and fears filled his mind instantly.

"Protect the Commander!"

Geluomu's eyes were about to split, and he led a dozen of the most loyal guards to block Hart and Fula at the cost of their lives.

They tried to buy a glimmer of hope for Kagerosh.

"Those who block me die!"

Hart roared, the heavy sword in his hand descending with the force of ten thousand tons.

"Clang!"

Geluomu tried his best to block, but his hand was shaken until it cracked, and the large blade in his hand almost flew out.

He looked at Hart in horror.

The strength of this human knight was actually so terrifying!

Even stronger than himself.

"Puff!"

Before Geluomu could react, a cold sword light flashed past the corner of his eye.

Fula appeared at his side as if teleporting, and the longsword in her hand precisely sliced through his throat.

Geluomu's eyes widened, a gurgling sound coming from his throat, and he fell to the ground with endless unwillingness and despair.

Until his death, he did not understand why this seemingly petite Cat-kin possessed such terrifying strength and speed.

"Geluomu!"

Kagerosh let out a sorrowful cry.

Geluomu was his most trusted right-hand man, yet he died tragically before his eyes.

Fear and anger made him almost lose his mind.

"I will kill you all!"

Kagerosh brandished his serrated blade, rushing toward Hart and Fula like a madman.

Hart snorted coldly, unafraid, and swung his heavy sword to meet him.

Fula flickered, attacking Kagerosh from another angle.

The two worked in perfect harmony, instantly dragging Kagerosh into a bitter battle.

Kagerosh's strength, at the peak of Great Warrior, was indeed not weak.

But under the joint attack of Hart, who was at the peak of Great Knight, and Fula, who was at the late stage of Great Knight and possessed an SSS-Rank talent, he had no chance of winning.

After only a dozen rounds.

"Puff!"

Fula seized an opportunity, and the longsword in her hand left a deep wound on Kagerosh's ribcage.

The intense pain made Kagerosh scream, and his movements showed a moment of sluggishness.

Hart seized this flaw, roared, and the heavy sword in his hand slashed down like Mount Tai!

"No!"

A flash of despair crossed Kagerosh's eyes.

He tried to block, but his injured body could no longer keep up with his will.

"Crack!"

A tooth-aching sound of bone cracking rang out.

Hart's heavy sword directly severed the serrated blade in Kagerosh's hand and slashed onto his shoulder with undiminished force.

Kagerosh's entire left arm, along with half of his shoulder, was cleanly severed.

Blood gushed out like a fountain.

"Ahhh!"

Kagerosh let out a shrill scream that did not sound human, his body stumbling backward.

A cold light flashed in Fula's eyes, without the slightest hesitation.

Her figure flickered, and the longsword in her hand turned into a stream of light, precisely slicing across Kagerosh's neck.

A large dog head, with an expression of disbelief, soared into the sky.

The headless corpse fell to the ground, blood staining the entire canyon red.

The Kobold Commander, Kagerosh, had fallen!

With Kagerosh's death, the morale of the remaining Kobolds completely collapsed.

They threw away their weapons, knelt to beg for mercy, or tried to flee in all directions.

But in this narrow canyon, where could they escape to?

The iron hooves of the Storm Knights ruthlessly trampled their lives.

The battle soon came to an end.

The afterglow of the setting sun squeezed through the gaps of "Yixiantian" with difficulty, staining everything in the canyon with a layer of blood.

The air was filled with a thick, nauseating smell of blood.

Roko rode on his Storm Colt, quietly watching the scene before him, which was like a Shura field.

There was not the slightest ripple on his face.

War was inherently this cruel.

"Count the casualties and clean up the battlefield."

Roko gave the order.

Hart and Fula came to his side, both covered in the enemy's blood.

"Young Master, we have won a great victory!"

Hart's tone was filled with excitement.

"The Kobold Commander is dead, and this elite Kobold unit has been completely wiped out!"

Fula did not speak, just looked at Roko intently with those heterochromatic eyes, as if waiting for his praise.

Roko smiled slightly and reached out to touch Fula's head gently.

"Well done, Fula."

The Cat-kin's ears twitched comfortably, letting out an almost inaudible "meow," and her cheeks flushed slightly.

Soon, the battle results were tallied.

In this battle, on Roko's side, only a dozen members of the reserve knight unit were injured, and five died.

The Storm Knights were completely unscathed.

As for the three hundred elite Kobolds Kagerosh brought, they were all slaughtered, with no survivors.

What surprised Roko even more was that a staggering amount of wealth was looted from the packs carried by these Kobolds.

Gold coins, jewelry, magic materials, various rare ores, and even a few pieces of equipment and ornaments emitting faint magic fluctuations.

Its value far exceeded Roko's previous estimates.

If Martina were here, she would probably be so excited she would faint on the spot.

"Young Master, these treasures..."

Hart looked at the mountain of spoils, his eyes also flickering with light.

"Take it all."

Roko's tone was unquestionable.

"With these, the finances of our Vanguard Valley should be fine for a short time."

"Moreover, it will give us more confidence in the upcoming Orc invasion."

He glanced at Kagerosh's head, which was staring in death, and a smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Collect the heads of these Kobolds as well, and then bring them along."

"These are good things to use to claim credit from Duke Auston."

"Wiping out an elite Kobold unit and killing its commander—this credit is enough to make my position in the New Wind Province even more stable."

Hart nodded.

"Young Master is wise!" ===== CHAPTER 67 =====