Steel and Sorrow: Rise of the Mercenary king

Chapter 177: Changes comes and goes(2)

Chapter 177: Changes comes and goes(2)

Blake deftly parried the thrust of a soldier's lance with his shield, the force of the blow reverberating through his arm. Without hesitation, he stepped forward, closing the distance in a brutal surge. His axe swung in a deadly arc, biting deep into the soldier's collarbone with a sickening crunch.

Blood sprayed in a hot, crimson arc as the man crumpled to the floor, his eyes wide with shock in his final moments.

Blake barely registered the sound of the dying man's gasp; his focus was elsewhere, caught up in the intoxicating rush of battle.

How much he had missed this—the visceral thrill, the sharp scent of blood mingling with sweat and iron, the cacophony of war surrounding him like a dark symphony. Every clash of steel, every scream of pain, felt like music to his ears, a song he had been too long without.

Around him, his men run through the halls of the governor's house, their swords and axes cleaving through the defenders. The once grand structure had become a battlefield, the fine tapestries now smeared with blood, and the marble floors slick with the remains of the fallen. The governor's guards, caught off guard by the sudden attack, were barely holding their lines. They were few , scattered, disorganized, no match for his men

Such sight must be spread throughout the whole island, Blake thought gleefuly as he watched around to make sure there was no enemy to any of his side.

To his left, one of his men disarmed a guard with a swift strike to the wrist before plunging his sword into the man's gut. On his right, another drove his blade through a defender's neck, the gurgling sound barely audible over the clash of battle.