Reincarnated as the Demon King's Son-Novel

The flames of war did not only reach one spot, but the whole corridor of eastern Paphia. Almost all of the regions by the border were at war.

Aldred was currently camping in a safe area, where he wasn’t too close or too far from the battles.

Currently, he was on a chair along with the others watching the numerous battles unfold in the region through Stella’s mirrors.

Sitting beside him was Bart, a retired High-Knight that had studied the ongoing war for decades. The moment Aldred offered to help, Paphia sent their best man to help him understand the situation.

“The ones attacking Puszlokajfa right now are the Black Wind Division.”

“They’re fierce,” Aldred said.

“They are one of the most fierce divisions there is,” Bart said. “If you don’t intervene, the city will fall.”

Bart then explained more things about the Black Wind Division. It was a powerful division that had operated for decades and was said to be fierce because of their spartan-like culture.

It was composed of brave warriors who never shy away from death. If their leader told them to attack, then they would attack, coupled with their intensive training, it was said to be one of the best divisions in this war.

This was why the winged-men did not even try to attack with their swords and relied on bow and arrows to fend them off.

Luckily, the winged-men have wings, so the bugbear could not use their powerful strength to kill the soldiers in the sky._.

That was one advantage of being a winged-men. When the situation turns ugly, they can fly away immediately.

In a minute, they could evacuate the whole city. But handing the city over also means handing out all the valuable resources around it which will strengthen the Yevilerian even more.

They did not want their land to be occupied by enemy forces. Nobody wants that.

Bart secretly glanced at the army of golems behind Aldred. This man did not use his full capability yet, but the battle was already tilted to their favor.

If nothing unexpected happens, the bugbear will be pushed off in a few weeks or less. Bart did not ask any question. He knew Aldred was a valuable help so he kept silent and did not dare to suggest for him to send out the rest of his golem army.

The worst mistake a subordinate can make is trying to order the boss around.

Aldred watched the golems entering the city through the mirror and how the winged-men welcomed them with cheers and smiles. They quickly ran up to the walls and continued to fire arrows at the enemy.

Meanwhile, the fighter golems were still below, fighting the bugbear tirelessly.

After a few minutes, the bugbear retreated.

The winged-men burst in cheers when they saw the enemy run away.

Even Bart trembled in excitement after seeing the Black Wind Division retreating.

But then suddenly, Bart’s eyes were shocked at what he saw through the mirror.

The Black Wind Division… They were going to the south west—directly to Aldred’s current location.

Aldred smiled. “They know where we are. Do you know what that means, Bart?”

“Spies?”

“Either that or they have powerful clairvoyance spell like Stella. Still, with that ability, the battlefield would not be foggy for them anymore.”

Over 400 Black Wind cavalry, as if whirlwind, quickly arrived to their north. Aldred was currently on a hill, so he easily spotted the cavalry charging towards him.

Covered in a black heavy armor, Tark dismounted from his mount with ease, and, through the visor of his helmet, looked coldly at Aldred’s camp.

The cavalry was staying still behind him, and the over 400 soldiers dismounted from their mount.

Aldred raised an eyebrow. “Why did they dismount from the horses?”

Bart was confused at first, but when he saw Tark draw an enormous sword from his back and strode towards them, he realized something.

“They’re mocking us,” Bart said. “Bugbear are confident in their strength, and they think they don’t need cavalry to attack.”

Bart looked at his own men and told them to attack. “Release the arrows.”

The 10 archers that he brought with him fired at Tark atop the hill. Ten arrows came at Tark like raindrops.

The archers were greatly trained and all of the arrows hit their target, but all of them ricocheted off Tark’s armor.

Tark was unaffected and silently charged forward like a cold-blooded killer.

“What an amazing defense,” Aldred said. The 10 archers were Gold Rank as well, so that feat was quite impressive.

Within a few minutes, Tark arrived at the hill, and then he erupted with a shocking aura, and with a vigorous step, he leaped forward, then slashed at Bartrem.

Bartrem was smiling calmly while crossing his arms.

When his enormous blade was about to touch Bartrem’s shoulder, Bartrem tilted his body while at the same time pulled a sword from his waist, and then used that momentum to slash back.

Clang! Clang!

They battled against each other, and the soldiers from both sides watched it unfold.

“Bartrem! Bartrem!”

“Bartrem! Bartrem!”

The soldiers shouted.

But the bugbear did not want to lose out.

“Tark! Tark!”

“Tark! Tark!”

Both sides were in a loud competition as Bartrem and Tark clashing blades at each other.

After a few minutes, Bartrem saw his chance and then slashed at Tark’s shoulder. His blade went through the thick armor, and a bloody gash appeared.

Blood gushed out.

“How dare you injure me! Fucking monkeys! I am the Big Mek of Black Wind Division! I will crush your bones, mince you, and tear your flesh before devouring them!”

The soldiers were silent at first, and then they all laughed. Mareona even rolled on the grass because she couldn’t hold her laughter.

“What are you laughing at!?”

They laughed even harder.

“Bastard! Men, attack them!” Tark shouted.

“This is a duel!” Aldred shouted with a calm expression. “Those who move will be killed.”

The bugbears ignored his warning, and then a sharp glint appeared in Aldred’s eyes.

The gunner golems stepped forward with a thud, and started firing.