All Chapters of Warpath of the Knight: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

No wonder Marquis Mammon was so angry. There would be no harm without comparison. Legio Aquilae once only had two infantry corps and one cavalry corps, with a total of 15,000 soldiers who were all elites among elites. As one of the legions protecting the Kingdom of Faustine, 15,000 soldiers were more than enough in peacetime. However, during wartime, 15,000 soldiers were far from enough, not to mention the continuous loss of soldiers due to battles. So Marquis Mammon had to listen to the king's orders and allow the private armies of nobles, mercenaries, and adventurers to be incorporated into the legion.After four years of war, Legio Aquilae had undergone repeated restructuring and fought countless battles. Now, only Legio I, Legio IV, and a part of Legio II could be said to represent the true Legio Aquilae, whereas only Legio I was the trump card. Legio IV was mostly made up of new recruits. Its combat power was slightly lower than Legio II formed by the nobles, merce

When Baron Cadozzi arrived at Legio II's headquarters in the hinterlands of Als Mountain Range with his personal guards, Marquis Sandru happened to be there as well. As a unit consisting of the private armies of the great nobles, the relationship between the forces in Legio II was complicated. Marquis Sandru, as one of Faustine's four marquises, was naturally the leader of the great nobles. In fact, among Faustine's four marquises, only Marquis Sandru was the most popular among all the great nobles.Whether it was the hot-tempered Marquis Mammon, the straightforward Marquis Wood, or Marquis Sia who was close to the royal family, none of them were good at socializing in the aristocratic circle. In fact, it was mostly because of the complicated social network between the nobles. The three marquises were in a high position and did not dare to take the initiative to support the small- and medium-sized nobles. To be able to reach the rank of Marquis, even if they were rash m

In the dense forest, a group of people dressed in black escorted a carriage and drove through the mountain path with difficulty. The road was uneven and bumpy, but the people on the team did not say a word. All the men in black guarded the carriage with all their efforts.The carriage skidded as the wheels caught a piece of gravel on the ground, and the whole carriage jumped up a little. At this time, a man in black on one side of the carriage nimbly supported the carriage with his hand. The huge carriage actually fell smoothly supported by the hands of the man in black. This was an expert who was at least an intermediate knight attendant.A cry of surprise came from the carriage. It seemed that the person was frightened by the sudden stumble. The curtains of the carriage were pulled open, and an adorable and fair face poked out. "Sir Ryan, where are we now?" The crisp voice of the woman echoed from inside the carriage."Your Highness, we shoul

"Which part are you guys from?" One of the soldiers in a bloody red uniform asked in a hoarse voice. He was wrapped completely in armor, revealing only his bloody eyes, which were the same color as his armor."We are Viscount Maxibel's men." The burly man heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the question of the leader of the soldiers in bloody red uniform. He spoke in a Karlian accent, so he should be one of their own.The Karlians were relatively united in the face of the national disaster. Of course, he did not include those spies in the Faustine team who were killed earlier, because practically, those traitors were Faustinians."Viscount Maxibel? The lord of the south?" The soldier in the bloody red armor asserted, "There is indeed such a lord. I think he is a noble under the finance minister, and he is still resisting Faustinians now."The burly man did not dare to say anything. It was none of his business which faction

"Run!" A secret guard grabbed Princess Angelina's hand and pulled her through the woods rapidly. The secret guard's blood-soaked left sleeve was flapping violently as they ran after his left arm had been chopped off. The back of his body-hugging black uniform had been cut through from his left shoulder to his right. The cut wound was so deep and sharp that the flesh and bones were visible to the naked eye. The blood dyed the guard's uniform red.As the guard pulled her forward, Princess Angelina ran quickly and kept up with his pace, disregarding her image. Her long hair, which had been tied up earlier, was scattered all over her back, and her sleeves were scratched by the branches and bushes. Fortunately, she was not injured, but perhaps, the pursuers didn't hurt her on purpose. Even though she was wearing the snow-white boots produced by the best royal tailor in the capital, they had reached their lifespan, and the leather had grazed her toes and the back of he