Isn't this the tactic of the Wind Elf Guard? Sir Franz lifted his head, leaving only a blank in his mind.
This was also his last thought in life.
In mid-air, spears fell like rain. One of them, with unmatched power, pierced through his heart in an instant before he could react. Until his death, the Captain of the Kingdom White Lion Legion's First Swordsmen Group still maintained an expression of utmost surprise.
Shock.
Unwillingness.
And disbelief.
The Kingdom White Lion Legion, leaving behind a field of corpses, was retreating, but not in rout—it was forming a circle. The lower-level officers took over Sir Franz's command. Although morale had greatly diminished, they still needed to fulfill the legion's final mission.
The White Lion Legion will not cease until death.
