Alvin looked back in bewilderment; the lance in his hand lost its support at that moment, its tip touching the ground.
Even the Baron, who had experienced numerous battlefields, was shocked by this scene.
He had killed peasants who took up farming tools to rebel because they couldn't pay taxes for various reasons. However, those people would usually rout after only a few were killed, their formations easily broken.
But now, not a single one of them had fled!
When the two sides clashed, his fully armed Cavalry had failed to disperse them immediately and had almost gotten trapped.
He had only felt such determination from those Barbarian Battalions, who fought fearlessly for the survival of their tribes. What were these people fighting for?
Could it really be for a Lord who had long abandoned them?
The Baron didn't know what to say. He looked at the gruesome battlefield, unable to calm himself for a long time.
What on earth had happened to this land?
