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John took a sip from the Orc Warrior's water flask while perched atop the giant tree, watching the chaos of battle unfold in the distance. He noticed reinforcements arriving at the battlefield, shifting the tide of combat as the front lines pushed forward. The Knight Lords, seemingly out of nowhere, had found steeds and charged into the fray.
I can't stay up here any longer, he thought. If I do, they'll consider me a coward.
Sliding down the tree trunk, he landed with a thud on the ground, his feet slipping as he stumbled forward and accidentally bowed his head to the corpse of an orc lying nearby.
"Look at me being so respectful," he muttered. "I’ll take your money and pack up your weapons."
Before climbing the tree, John had set his sights on the orc's short spear. Just by looking at its materials, he could tell it was a fine weapon. He gripped the shaft and tested its balance with a few thrusts; it felt good in his hands. Although it was called a short spear, to John—who stood in comparison to an Orc Warrior—it felt like a two-meter-long war spear.
The battlefield was engulfed in flames as the Radiant Knights Order, under Governor Marquis Duvas, charged into battle. This elite group of Transcendent Knights was composed entirely of knights and Knight Attendants, and only a Governor like Duvas could muster such a force of five hundred.
"Charge! Where light shines, we shall be invincible!"
"For the glory of the kingdom! Ura!"
With the Knight Lords leading the charge, morale surged among the militia. Perhaps it was blind faith or perhaps genuine belief, but atmosphere had a way of infecting people. At that moment, John forgot about retreating and surged forward from the back of the infantry line to take position in the front row.
Redman, having lost his mount, glanced at Little John beside him with mixed emotions.
"Stick close to me, don’t throw away your life!"
Hearing Redman’s voice and recognizing his family crest stained with blood, John understood who he was dealing with.
"Yes, I understand, my lord!"
John realized that staying close to Redman was his best chance for survival; as long as this knight didn’t tire out, no orc would stand before him.
However, John wasn’t helpless either. With his professional training backing him up, he may not have mastered the Universal Qi Training Method or possessed a Knight Seed, but among ordinary people, he was certainly strong.
His spear helped Redman deflect incoming attacks from surrounding foes while he occasionally picked up discarded weapons from the ground to strike at enemies' weak points.
From noon until dusk, blood stained the entire battlefield as bodies lay scattered everywhere. Finally, John heard the sound of drums signaling a ceasefire.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The orc side could no longer withstand the pressure and began to retreat.
Watching the Orc Retainers scramble for their lives and those stubborn Orc Warriors hurling their axes in a last-ditch effort to fight back made John’s body relax completely as he slumped down onto the ground.
Finally, I won.
Ding! Survived a battle with thousands of participants and, based on my performance, earned 200 points of experience in the Soldier Profession.
[Profession: Soldier]
Level:
Proficiency:
Beside me, the noble Redman was slumped on the ground, completely exhausted. All notions of noble etiquette and composure were forgotten as he gasped for breath, trying to recover his strength.
John picked up a blood-stained water pouch, took a swig for himself, and then offered it to Redman. "Would you like a drink?"
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