Faced with the Orc officer's offer to surrender before him, Count Lanton laughed loudly. If the promises of the Orcs could be relied on, then pigs could climb trees.
Even if the Orcs really agreed to take prisoners, he would not surrender at this moment. If he really wanted to live on, he would have fled from the secret passage long ago. Why should he have stayed until this moment?
"Kill!"
As he spoke, Count Lanton had already drawn his sword and charged out, demonstrating his attitude through his actions.
Having killed more than a dozen soldiers of the Bearman Clan in succession, he finally angered the hidden master of the Bearman Clan, who attacked Count Lanton with a ferocious strike.
He could have easily avoided it, but the already death-resigned Count Lanton was waiting for this moment. Instead of evading, he actively met the attack.
In an instant, his body parted, and at the moment of his death, the already bloody battlefield suddenly stirred up gusts of cold wind.
