Reincarnated into a Game as the Hero’s Friend - Chapter 8
A few moments ago…
The Zeavert army listened to my word and maintained a group battle tactic.
We do look strange compared to other troops on the left flank, but in the end, we are only about 100 people. The whole battlefield didn’t change much.
We can keep fighting because the enemies are far weaker than us. Or rather, since this is just the beginning, the demon king usually only sends small fry to fight the hero so I hope this time also…
Thanks to the demon king pulling his punch, our fight becomes easier. Wait, since the capital did the same, I guess it’s a fair game?
“Viscount Krank is killed?”
“It appears so.”
Max reported to me as I pulled my blood-drenched spear from the bisected body of a centipede. Two of its hands hold a sword. It had countless human arms in place of its feet.
Well, reporting that thing to me is useless, but it served as a reminder of how serious the battle has become.
“It looks like Welner-sama’s judgment was correct!”
Says the knight standing next to me as he, together with his orderlies, impaled a three-mouthed wolf. After that beast died, they moved to the next enemies without even glancing at the corpse.
That knight has a nosebleed, but I don’t think it’s because of his excitement. It’s probably caused by the terrible smell of the beast’s bodily fluids coupled with dust. His tears are probably the effect of dust too.
Not only he, but many others are also swinging their weapon with a nosebleed, tears, dust, blood, and bodily fluid covering their face. Their bodies also become victims of blood and bodily fluid.
It’s a relief that the demonic beast’s blood is not poisonous.
Honestly, on the battlefield where this terrible smell of the beast’s bodily fluids and excrements are mixed, your nose not working because of a nosebleed is rather a blessing.
The real battlefield is different from the clean battlefields that are often depicted in dramas and animes. The sight, smell, and sensation of the blood and bodily fluid flooded my senses. My eardrums are constantly pierced by chaotic screams and noises full of anger, pain, and hatred.
The dirty battlefield looks like a source of diseases. I’m sure that anyone, not only the clean freaks, will avoid this filthy place.
Caution is also necessary on the battlefield. A corpse can trip you or you can slip because of the bodily fluid. A strong grip on your weapon is also needed so it won’t slip and fall.
Really, on the battlefield, even standing is mentally tiring.
“We would have long collapsed if not for the group battle.”
The orderly who was fighting beside the knight earlier responded in a somewhat tired voice.
As I stabbed the monkey that has sickle arms, the unit ahead of me became overwhelmed by a huge group of demons. Isn’t that… Viscount Mittag’s unit?
As I thought, they went too deep.
My hands were full trying to take care of the demonic beast in front of me, so I didn’t try to save them. With a sidelong glance, I see several orderlies and knights successfully escape with their life as I try to come up with the next move.
I wonder if the reason I’m mostly calm even when I see corpses piled up like mountains is that I see this world as a game, or is it because after I lived here for more than 10 years I have become strangely used to this world?
Well, let’s think about that later. I lost count of the number of enemies I’ve killed. Now that I think about it, isn’t keeping a count seems stupid?
“Are the people we hired still here?”
“Yes, somehow. Well, they probably wanted to run but couldn’t.”
Another knight answered me. That’s good because if they had run away with our supplies, it could cause a dent in my plan.
But in this intense battlefield, they, one way or another, remained.
Although I’m reluctant to use this move now, let’s give the signal to the hunter’s sling unit. While I just decided to do so, I heard cheers coming from the right.
“Welner-sama, look! The enemies started to retreat!”
I don’t need to hear his words to see the enemies in front of me retreating. From the distance, I can hear a shout “The Knights from the capital had defeated the enemy’s boss!”
Max showed a relieved expression.
“It seems like the knight had finally done it. This battle is our victory.”
Max said with a relieved sigh and I tried to digest his words. The knights from the capital defeated the enemy’s boss?
That’s impossible. The one that will defeat the devil controlling this outbreak is the hero. At least, that’s how the first boss battle in the game went. Plus most of the knights are still alive. Story-wise, there’s no way that the enemies will retreat now.
I gazed at the retreating enemies once again…wait… They all retreated in unison?
Don’t tell me… Realizing one of the possible reasons, I paled.
“Max, gather everyone! There are healing potions among the supplies that we brought, so let the injured drink them and then prepare to retreat!”
“Welner-sama, but the enemies….”
“Just do it! I’m going to the main camp!”
After shutting up Max and the knight’s complaints with a shout, I run to the main camp. Not having a horse in this kind of situation is annoying.
En route, I was asked many times to state my identity, but I ignored them all. After running with all my might I finally arrived at the main camp. I gathered all my breath, and from the tired body that’s just arrived in front of the tent, I let out a shout.
“Your Highness, please allow me to offer advice!”
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