I wanted to create chaos, enough to leave the enemy behind baffled and in tatters. After four hours of having fun, moving from one place to another, killing an endless number of enemies, I finally saw that grand army break apart on its own.
It might have started to happen an hour or so before it spread over to infect the entire army. Most of those still standing here turned around and started running for their lives.
"Cowards!" I looked at this scene after returning to my chariot. Only few scattered small groups of loyal soldiers remained behind to fight.
They were the best of the current army, and yet they were destined to fall while the cowards would enjoy a much longer life.
How ironic!
But this wasn't up to me to decide. I had to watch such brave and strong soldiers fall so this battle here would be concluded.
And with that, the bigger army that came last, the one that was filled with many lords and elites, was the only enemy forces present here.
