This way, the casualties will be smaller.
Amid the conversation.
Amidst the embrace of the Barbarian Race chieftain’s guards and noble riders, the two brothers gradually approached the front line of the battlefield, seemingly searching for weaknesses in the enemy’s defenses.
This distance was far beyond the range of arrows, with no threat from archers to worry about.
On the side of Duke of Dingtiger, there were too many farmer militias.
As long as a section of the wall cracked, it would lead to a complete collapse.
Duncan’s figure began to move, locking firmly on his target, waiting for the moment when the opponent’s speed slowly decreased.
From an overhead view, the enemy leader was marked, Crow Queen-Triss’s blinding technique vanished, and in the eyes of the slightly panicked crowd in the distance, a ballista had suddenly appeared on the wall, the arrow like a javelin was ready, only a little over three hundred meters from the enemy.
Cross star aimed in position!
Duncan took a deep breath, and in an instant, the javelin-like spear burst through the air, chaos erupted among the distant enemies, almost immediately turning their horses to retreat.
The javelin-like heavy arrow swept across the battlefield.
Diana of the ancient Roman Pantheon was watching!
Artemis of the ancient Greek Pantheon was focusing!
The enemies tried to escape, but it was already too late.
The figure of Kent Kingdom’s King-Hengist fell from his horse, the heavy arrow from the ballista pierced through his chest, penetrated two men, directly nailing a warhorse behind them.
The entire battlefield froze in dead silence!
Everyone stood stunned and horrified, only a moment later erupting into earth-shaking chaos and cheers.
In the midst of it all, Duncan exceeded all expectations!
The guards of the Barbarian Race’s chieftain, in a panic, pulled back with the king’s body. Remarkably, a two-star golden Heroic Unit, hit through the chest by a ballista, did not die instantly, though blood sprayed wildly, by the time the guards dragged him away, he was more out than in.
"The enemy’s king is dead!"
"The enemy’s king is dead!!!"
On the walls, the Britons erupted into cries of hoarse jubilation, rapidly transforming the battlefield’s situation into one of epic reversal. The attacking barbarian forces wavered in morale and panic, quickly being routed completely.
On the nearby high tower, Crow Queen-Triss finally exhaled a sigh of relief.
She had been kneeling and praying, clutching the insignias of Goddess Diana and Goddess Artemis.
This time, Crow Queen-Triss also fought with everything she had.
She forcibly pried open a corner of the coffin lid of the ancient Roman and Greek Pantheon, crushed by the church.
Duncan felt a slight warmth in his chest, it was the insignia rune stone given to him by Crow Queen-Triss.
Meanwhile, Witch-Anya was breathing rapidly, not knowing what had happened, but hearing the ringing cheers, she already realized Duncan had turned the tide of the battle.
No wonder he’s the man I’ve chosen!
Anya sneakily glanced at Triss, feeling like she had already won out over her.
The Saxon barbarians began to retreat.
At the rear of the army, Hosa grabbed the witch doctor emerging from the tent, his face dark: "How is the king’s wound?"
The witch doctor, terrified, shook his head slightly.
This meant there was no saving him.
The ballista’s arrow had pierced through, blasting through the lungs, without a miracle, death was certain. For now, it was just a brief return to life, one last breath.
Hosa’s expression turned grim, pondering deeply.
Even though the two brothers had led the barbarian forces to invade Britain together, only one could be king. His brother assumed the throne, fittingly compelling. But now, his brother was almost done for.
Who would be the next king of Kent Kingdom?
Hengist only had one somewhat prestigious son—Eske. In this new Kent Kingdom, only he and his nephew were qualified to inherit the throne.
The unexpected demise of the Founding Monarch!
The chain reaction was terrifying; other barbarian chieftains might also get restless.
Looting together was fine, but if you would be my king, that’s unacceptable.
A subtle change appeared in the sky over the battlefield.
At some unknown point, a Valkyrie with a bird-winged silver helmet had appeared above the battlefield. She turned to glance in Duncan’s direction, then flew toward King Hengist’s position.
The Valkyrie manifested.
Judging by her intention, she aimed to take away that Barbarian chieftain unit, Kent Kingdom’s Founding Monarch—Hengist.
The barbarians withdrew their troops.
The king’s abrupt death struck their morale hard, Hosa had no mind to stay, leading a full retreat, the crucial issue now was deciding on the next heir to the throne.
He followed his brother laboriously building a foothold on Great Britain; it was clear he was unwilling to hand it over to a nephew with little battle merit.
This kingly position.
Why should I not claim it?!
The Valkyrie with the bird-winged silver helmet hovered for a long time, and after taking away the warrior’s soul, she gazed deeply at Duncan before disappearing into thin air.
At some unknown time, Duncan found a mark on himself.
——Odin’s Gaze: Odin only values the bravest warrior, and now you have piqued His interest, the Main God of the Polytheism-Norse Pantheon is interested in you.
The Valkyrie has proclaimed your renown in the Heroic Spirit Hall.
You have unlocked the Legendary Level of the Polytheism-Norse Pantheon faction.