Ruben and his commanders roared, trying to halt the rout of his army.
However, the battlefield was already in utter chaos. The Norman Knights had torn their army to shreds.
The only answer to Ruben's cries was the pained screaming of horses and the agonized shouts of his soldiers.
Ruben watched his soldiers crumble under the Norman Knights' charge. A moment's hesitation was all it took for him to realize he had fallen into a trap.
Vardan's flight, Salvar's betrayal... it was all an elaborate plot.
The Norman Knights, led by Count Eric, were now delivering the killing blow.
Duke Ruben's heart went cold, but his pride wouldn't allow him to surrender so easily.
He drew his sword and, with a roar, charged toward Eric. However, his horse had barely taken a step before several Norman Knights swiftly surrounded him, their long spears expertly blocking his path. Count Eric slowly rode toward him.
