Starting With an SSS-Rank Swordsmanship Talent

Alaric watched the three lords lead their army toward Alverton.

For the mission of recapturing the town, he sent Fredrinn and Arthur together with fifteen Knights to follow the three lords into battle.

At this moment, a figure on a horse appeared next to him.

“Are you sure about this, my lord? This might incur the displeasure of those three lords.”

Alaric turned his head and saw that it was William. The old man promised that he would join the orc subjugation and he really came. Furthermore, he even brought the former mercenary group led by Jeffrey.

At this moment, William was wearing his cuirass- an armor that covered his torso, made from steel, leather, and other materials.

After he had put on this armor, William no longer looked like the neighborhood old man that he was when Alaric first met him. He now looked like a seasoned commander who had been through numerous battles.

Alaric didn’t respond to his question and asked.

“Sir William, do you know what’s the most important to an army?”

The old man furrowed his eyebrows, but he still replied. “It should be skilled soldiers and effective battle formations.”

Alaric nodded. “That’s true, but the most important factor in an army is their leader. A capable leader knows how to differentiate between right and wrong. If the subordinates make a mistake, then it’s the leader’s duty to punish them.”

He then looked at the more than two hundred warriors disappearing in the distance, his eyes indifferent and cold.

“This principle must be strictly followed to ensure that the soldiers will make the most optimal decisions.”

He squeezed his legs, urging his horse to move. While doing this, he beckoned to the old man, signaling for him to follow.

Seeing this, William kicked his horse and matched his pace.

“If the army has a weak leader, no soldiers would be willing to follow him.” Alaric’s words drifted into his ears.

William didn’t expect to hear this from a young man who wasn’t even 20. He almost thought that he was speaking to a seasoned commander.

Are these values taught to him by Lord Lucas or did he comprehend them himself?

William stared at the young man’s back. For some inexplicable reason, he could feel his blood boiling and he even felt this strange desire to follow Alaric.

The retired warrior could feel the intense thumping of his heart. It was as if a dying ember was being stoked, lighting it ablaze.

Should I try one more time?

William never truly wanted to retire, but his injuries forced him to make that difficult decision.

He once dreamed of becoming a general with tens of thousands of warriors under his command. However, that dream was cut short after he had failed his advancement to Transcendent and was even left with partial mana disability.

Now with a charismatic and capable young man worthy to follow, this old dream felt within his reach once more.

While William was wrestling with his inner thoughts, the company of over two hundred warriors led by the three lords had already rushed to the western gates of the town where the defense seemed to be severely lacking.

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Fredrinn drew his sword and kicked his horse, urging it to move faster.

With his sword pointed forward, he bellowed. “Knights of House Silversword, kill them all!”

Upon hearing his command, Arthur and the fifteen Knights roared while charging toward the orc warriors guarding the western gates.

“Hey!” Lord Ermac called out, but his voice was drowned by the roars of the Knights.

Behind him, the army of the three lords was left behind, looking stunned as they watched Fredrinn’s small team rushing with reckless abandon.

In the next moment, a violent slaughter unfolded.

Fredrinn, Arthur, and the fifteen Knights were like a pack of frenzied lions, butchering the orc warriors within mere seconds.

“Holy shit! What in the tarnation am I watching?” Exclaimed Lord Reno, a slightly chubby middle-aged Knight.

It wasn’t just him, Lord Ermac and Lord Elvin were similarly dumbstruck by the massacre they were witnessing.

In just a blink of an eye, the more than fifty orc warriors guarding the western gates were killed.

“They killed those beasts just like that…” Lord Ermac mumbled with his eyes wide open.

“Are those warriors the elites of House Silversword?” Muttered Lord Reno with knitted eyebrows.

“They should be. They don’t move like regular soldiers. Didn’t you feel their aura? Fifteen of them are Knights and the two leading them are Elite Knights.”Lord Elvin, a bald middle-aged man with a thick beard uttered in a serious voice.

Fredrinn glanced at the three lords who had just reached the western gates and said. “My lords, from this point on, you will be the vanguard. Your task is to kill as many orc warriors as you can.”

The three lords frowned, dissatisfaction evident on their faces. They were lords from noble households and they felt that it was beneath them to follow a commoner’s instructions.

“What about you then? What will you guys be doing?” Lord Elvin snorted.

Fredrinn could sense their dissatisfaction, but he couldn’t care less about their feelings.

With a cold voice, he replied. “Our task is to eliminate the orc generals.”

Hearing this, the three lords were shocked.

According to the scout, there were four orc generals inside the town, but this was only a conservative estimate. There could be more of them hidden in the town, but this guy actually dared to say that they would eliminate those fearsome creatures with only fifteen warriors.

However, thinking about the ferocity they showed earlier, the three lords realized that it might be possible.

“Alright. We’ll leave the orc generals to you.” Lord Ermac agreed with a forced smile. Dealing with the orc warriors was much better than fighting the orc generals.

Fredrinn nodded and made a hand gesture, instructing his men to make a path for the three lord’s soldiers.

The three lords nodded to each other with solemn faces.

“Let’s go!” Lord Ermac shouted.