In an area not too far from Marco, the fight between Marshal Frey and two 3rd peak levels was also over. Marshal Frey was panting heavily. His short hair was a mess, and blood was flowing from his mouth. A blood clot formed on his goatee. His armor was cracked, and his cape was torn. He was supporting himself with his spear stabbed to the ground. His two dead opponents have holes in their bodies.
"Huff huff, one 3rd peak level can be crushed by the king's field. Two can be defeated, but very difficult to kill. I have to slowly nibble their defense before making a finishing move. If Marco defeated his opponent, the royal court will not have a strong force against us in the capital." Marshal Frey murmured to himself. He looked at the direction of the Fran kingdom with worry.
