He had no time to say anything else; he casually ordered his deputy to stabilize the situation while he headed toward the army on the other side.
The royalty of the Trojans, only by capturing them,
could he mitigate some of his culpability.
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Tat tat...
"—Pfft!"
The sound of wind whooshed past his ear, his spear casually flicking aside the obstructive foot soldiers.
The strength of thousands was unified, making Hector unstoppable at this moment.
For mortals, a cavalry charge was often intermittent.
This was not only to build momentum but also because they often exhausted a prepared lance in one attack.
After all, in a real charge, the tremendous impact was enough to tear a knight's arm, so they used fragile, easily broken spear shafts to solve this problem.
However, this was only the reasoning of mortals; in the mythological era, nothing in the mortal realm could stop these knights.
Boom—!
A loud, intense boom, not a physical collision, yet it stirred the soul.
