Chapter 211 Deserter
After receiving news of the invasion from the greenskin army in the south and realizing the existence of greenskin warlords on the opposite side, Odin immediately recruited all the soldiers in the south.

No matter whether they were militiamen, wounded soldiers, or extraordinary knights, as long as they had a little fighting power, Odin would forcibly recruit them all into his hands.

Therefore, when Roland led his army southward, he hardly encountered any living people, as all of them were dragged to the battlefield by Odin.

That's how it should be.

Looking at the vast crowd of soldiers fleeing towards this side in the distance, Roland raised his eyebrows slightly.

Although they were defeated and fled, these fleeing soldiers were still organized, their weapons and equipment were basically still there, and there were not many signs of fighting on their bodies.

What's happening here?
Roland stretched out his right hand and made a few gestures. Then, the cavalrymen behind him quickly moved out and stopped all the fleeing soldiers.

Looking at the fully armed cavalry, the fleeing soldiers did not dare to rush forward and were stopped by the cavalry.

Roland rode his horse up to them, looked at the people who looked nervous, and spoke.

"Where's your commander? Come out and answer the call."

In response to Roland's question, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, and no one stepped forward.

Roland frowned and continued.

"Forget it, who is the highest-ranking officer here? Stand up."

There was silence and no one answered.

Roland glanced at the silent crowd and pointed out several knights and attendants in the crowd.

"You, you, you, and you, come out."

After being pointed out by Roland, these knights and attendants also walked tremblingly to the front of the crowd.

Before Roland could speak, half of the knights' attendants knelt down in front of him.

Looking at the knights and squires kneeling on the ground, Roland had a rough guess in his heart. He looked at the remaining knights and squires who were still standing and said in a cold tone.

"Tell me, what's going on with you now?"

As soon as Roland finished speaking, several more knights and attendants knelt down.

The two knight squires who were still standing looked at the other knight squire who was still standing, and Roland followed their gaze and looked at this knight squire.

This knight's squire was not trembling like the other knight's squires. Even when he was called out by Roland and was stared at by everyone, he was not afraid.

He first performed a standard knight's salute to Roland, and then began to speak.

"Sir, due to the failure on the front line, our army is currently making a strategic shift to preserve its combat power to the greatest extent possible."

Hearing his words, Roland looked at the calm knight squire in front of him with an expressionless face and said lightly.

"So he's a deserter."

As soon as Roland finished speaking, two more knight attendants knelt down. At the same time, the soldiers who heard Roland's voice also knelt down one by one.

The soldiers who did not hear Roland's voice did not know what was going on, but seeing the murderous cavalry around them, they knelt down along with the soldiers in front of them.

With the sound of rustling, almost all of the fleeing soldiers fell to their knees, leaving only the knight's squire who had spoken still standing.

After hearing Roland's words, his face turned a little ugly and he spoke in a somewhat aggressive tone.

"Sir, we are all warriors fighting against the Green Tide. Even you cannot insult us like this. We are strategically transferring, not deserters! I am preserving the flame of the resistance!" Roland glanced at him and said calmly.

"So, you were the leader?"

Hearing Roland's calm words and ruthless gaze, he took a step back in fear. Then, when he came to his senses, his face looked a little angry and he shouted loudly.

"Locke agreed to the strategic shift. Even Locke wouldn't let us make meaningless sacrifices!!!"

"So, it is you after all."

Roland said calmly.

After hearing Roland's answer, he stole a glance at Hela who was silently watching everything beside Roland.

Then, he raised the clean and tidy long sword in his hand and took a few steps towards Roland, thinking that he was a brave knight who fought against tyranny and evil in stories and legends, and said with an unyielding look on his face.

"So what if it's me? You guys, you raised the sword of justice, thinking about your own selfish desires, using our blood to fight against the Green Tide. To be frank, you are just fighting for power, but you say it's righteous and hypocritical."

As he spoke with a righteous tone, he also fantasized that he would be like the protagonists in stories and legends. He relied on his unyielding will to convince his enemies, gain their trust, and step by step become a legendary knight, acquiring strength and power, and gaining the loyalty of his enemies and the admiration of princesses and beauties.

Just as he was imagining Roland kneeling before him and swearing allegiance, Hela
A beam of light pierced through his head, shattering all his fantasies. Looking at Roland, who was pointing his right finger at him with an expressionless face, he showed an expression of disbelief.

This is completely different from what he imagined.

Shouldn't Roland have a good argument with him, and then he could convince Roland with his intelligence?
His eyes went dark and he stopped thinking.

Seeing the knight's squire fall down with an expression of disbelief still on his face, Roland spoke calmly.

"So much nonsense."

After killing him, Roland did not let go of his soul. He extracted his foolish soul and quickly read through his memories.

Roland had no interest in his messy memories and fantasies, and directly extracted what he needed from his memories of the last two days.

Just a betrayal of the extraordinary knights.

They were originally soldiers recruited by some extraordinary knights like other military forces.

After being recruited by Odin, the extraordinary knights took them to the edge of the battlefield to stop the greenskin army that tried to cross the defense line and continue to advance.

Everything was going smoothly until the extraordinary knights attacked, turning into sharp blades and killing into the greenskin army.

This group of soldiers who were supposed to be preparing to support the knights on the periphery, under his inducement and instigation, abandoned the elite warriors and knights who were surrounded by the green-skinned orcs, and chose to escape on the grounds of preserving their strength.

Of course, it was definitely not all his responsibility to incite so many soldiers to escape. Every one of these fleeing soldiers was responsible.

Roland crushed his soul and looked expressionlessly at the deserters kneeling in front of him.

Feeling the murderous intent growing stronger around them, the knights and servants who were kneeling on the ground lowered their heads and leaned against the ground, not daring to speak.

"As the interim commander-in-chief, I am here to take over the command of all of you. Does anyone have any objections?"

Roland glanced around, and no one dared to resist.

"Hmph, now, everyone, return immediately the way you came. If there are any more escapees, the whole team will be killed."

(End of this chapter)