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While the Proatine Alliance was getting prepared for the Zavala Kingdom’s imminent full-scale assault, Carell was in the middle of a battlefield somewhere else.
“Haa… Haa…” Carell gasped before letting go of the sword gripped strongly in his hand. A knight relinquishing his sword in battle was almost similar to surrendering his life itself, but he seemed ignorant to the fact that his sword had fallen out of his hand.
Thud! Clang!
Carell collapsed to the ground as soon as the sword dropped to the ground.
He sprawled out on the ground with his arms and legs stretched wide.
“Haa… Haa… Haha… Hahaha… Hahahaha!" Carell burst out into a peal of uproarious laughter. His armor was in tatters like an old rag, his hair tangled by dried blood, and his face turned into a canvas of bloodstains and charred marks. He looked more like a beggar than a commander, yet this only proved just how intense the battle had been.
The fact that he, the commander, had to fight with his sword in hand showed just how desperate the battle was. A commander fighting on the frontlines was a scenario resolved as a last resort right before being overrun and defeated by the enemy.
However, he sprawled out on the ground, laughing like a madman...
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