The First Vampire - Chapter 446

Chapter 446: 444 Breaking the Formation (Part 2)_1
The battle was still raging.

But the center of Huorong Army strangely fell silent.

It seemed as if time and space had been paused here, completely separated from its surroundings.

Count Evan was dazedly looking at his guardian knight, as if he was seeing him for the first time.

Count Brugen’s personal guards around him also seemed to be paralyzed, even forgetting to arrest the murderer who had killed their loyal Lord.

It wasn’t until Knight Fletcher, with his blood-dripping long sword, dashed to the front of Huorong Army’s flag, and cut it down with a sword, that the surrounding guards finally woke up like coming out of a dream, roaring towards Fletcher, the traitor.

In severe straits, Knight Fletcher seemed to have accepted his fate, allowing seven or eight long swords to pierce through his body and then slowly collapsed on the ground.

Count Evan rushed towards Knight Fletcher’s corpse like a madman, desperately removing his helmet.

Count Evan certainly wasn’t grieved over his knight’s death, but was trying to confirm his identity.

However, when that familiar face appeared in front of him, the Count Evan’s last sliver of luck completely shattered.

Why?

Count Evan really wanted to grab Knight Fletcher to ask him.

His most loyal knight had killed his father-in-law on the battlefield.

The world seemed to be playing an extremely malicious joke on him, but Evan couldn’t laugh at all at this moment.

“Kill him, avenge the Count!”, shouted a knight from the Brugen Family.

But someone immediately stopped him: “Are you crazy? He is, after all, the son of Duke St. Prowse!”

“But he killed our Lord!”

“It was his knight that killed…”

“Without his order, how dare his knight do such a thing?”…

“We can’t kill him! The blood of the Holy Knight Family isn’t so easily tainted!”

“So what do you suggest?”

“Take him back to Huorong City for judgment.”

“Who will judge him?”

…

As the knights of Brugen family were squabbling, Count Evan finally calmed down.

He didn’t care about the warriors of the Huorong Army who surrounded him, nor those eying him covetously, instead he said in a deep voice:

“Want to judge me? You’d have to survive the Blood Knight Army first.”

His words woke everyone up. Looking back, they saw that the light cavalry who had originally scattered to both sides, had already returned and almost seamlessly started to press on the gap in the military formation that was initially torn open by the heavy cavalry.

The coordination was quite tacit.

Because the shield and spear formation at the front had been completely scattered, the right wing of Huorong Army was already pressed down causing disorder to start appearing.

In fact, the Huorong Army was not incapable of fighting at that time.

Although the Blood Knight Army had broken through the right wing, its numerical disadvantage was too great to expand the fruits of victory and establish an absolute advantage promptly.

So, if Huorong Army could rapidly respond, stabilize its footing, it could prevent complete defeat.

However, all of this required – a calm, experienced commander in the Huorong Army.

Unfortunately, that commander – Count Brugen was already dead.

The remaining officers had no respect for the others, squabbling over how to deal with the current crisis.

This was when the importance of a decision-maker was evident.

Often, even a wrong decision is better than no decision.

Under normal circumstances, after Count Brugen’s death, Count Evan, due to his status, would have automatically become the commander of Huorong Army. However, unfortunately, Count Brugen died at the hands of Count Evan’s knight.

No one would listen to Count Evan’s words, let alone resolve the disputes among the military officers and make a decision.

The argument continued, and the chaos in the right wing of the Huorong Army continued to expand.

Moreover, news of Count Brugen’s death began to spread gradually within the Huorong Army.

All things seemed to be plummeting into an irreparable abyss.

Count Evan, powerless, watched the scene before him, his heart sinking.

At the same time, a dreadful thought surfaced in his mind—

Was all of this part of Colin Angler’s plan in advance?

…

“How could I have planned all this?”

At the rear of the Huorong Army, Colin smiled at Prince Harrison, “Didn’t I tell you? The battlefield is ever-changing and full of surprises. No one can predict everything.

However, when your enemy makes a mistake, your job is not to wonder why, but to seize this fleeting opportunity!”

With that said, Colin gave an order to the reserve army of over a thousand knights who had not yet entered the battle:

“Reserves, line up!”

Accompanying Colin’s shout, the eager Blood Knight soldiers immediately spurred their horses forward, accelerating slowly.

Seeing Colin marching forward with the troops, Prince Harrison asked hurriedly, “Teacher, are you also going to charge?”

“Yes.” Colin replied without turning his head.

“Can I come with you?”

At this, Colin finally turned around, only to see the excited young prince and excitable Princess Judy beside him, which gave him a headache.

“No.”

“Why?” Prince Harrison was discontented, “There is no knight of the St. Lorenzo family who fears to charge!”

“Exactly!” Princess Judy chimed in, apparently enjoying the chaos.

“But a knight of the St. Lorenzo family would not charge for an Imperial Count!” Colin replied coldly.

Prince Harrison was taken aback.

That’s right, if he participated in this battle, wouldn’t that mean the royal family was siding with the North Territory, or even the Angler family?

He wasn’t sure what kind of political storm this would cause, but he understood that it might not be what either his father or his teacher wanted.

Especially with the Orc invasion looming.

What the Glorious Empire needed most now was unity.

No matter how badly the Angler family and the St. Prowse family were fighting, the St. Lorenzo family couldn’t be involved directly. Otherwise, what could the royal family use to call on all the human lords to unite against the external enemy?

So, he hesitated.

After rejecting the two imaginative youngsters, Colin spurred his horse, and quickly reached the front of the formation.

Looking at the Huorong Army not far away, Colin was reminded of when he had first charged into the Troll Army of 300,000 on the Sky Ice Plain under the leadership of Marquis Garcia.

It was from that moment that Colin fell deeply in love with the battlefield, and with the feeling of leading an invincible cavalry to tear enemies to pieces and crush them!

Colin tightened his thighs around his steed, leaned forward slightly, lowered his helmet’s visor, and slowly leveled his lance.

The thousands of knights behind him almost simultaneously did the same.

The next moment, the entire army picked up speed!

The thunderous rumbling sound of horses’ hooves, like death’s footsteps, neared the Huorong Army’s formation.

In the end, under Colin’s personal leadership, the over one thousand knights charged into the already crumbling formation of the Huorong Army.

Boom!