Among them, there were also some wily scoundrels and ferocious members of the Barbarian Tribes—none of these fellows were easy to deal with, but they had no choice but to behave themselves in the face of the feared Order of Knights.
This was why Bruce had to bring the Order of Knights to back up the operation.
Driven by the city defense force, they were forced to pick up their meager belongings and get moving. If they were even slightly slow, they would be beaten with sticks and fists, not to mention the hoarse shouting driving them on.
"Damn it, move faster!"
"If you delay, you're all dead!"
"..."
The column was inching forward, like an old man nearing the end of his days, each step an immense struggle.
However, Bruce, seated atop his warhorse and clad in gleaming silver armor, didn't show the slightest change in expression.
A contingency plan had been prepared days ago. Why did the Earl insist on delaying, only setting out today?
