The Pathway Of Wisdom-Chapter 87: The Count’s Convoy Returns. Part-4.

The commander refused to acknowledge that he had done anything wrong.

The most important person in the convoy was the count, then the count’s son, and finally he, the commander himself.

To him, everyone else was just a disposable subordinate who could be sacrificed for the sake of saving his own life.

He had fought many battles in his long life and knew that if they kept dragging the battle and kept fighting the elephant monster, nearly all of them would die here today.

Perhaps not even one person might survive once dozens of other monsters gather after hearing the loud commotion and smelling the scent of blood.

But now, it was all safe.

Other monsters will be frightened by the lightning and won’t dare to come near.

The smell of burnt meat of the monster will suppress the smell of blood in the area!

He already knew that the count’s carriage was capable of withstanding even thunderbolts falling directly on top of it, let alone an indirect one coming its way through water.

Even when covered in metals all over, the carriage and the people inside it remained unharmed from the electricity.

Although several deaths happened, the core power of the group, the Pathwalkers, nearly all survived along with the count and his son!

This was a very good outcome in the commander’s eyes!

"You can’t expect a battle or a war to have zero casualties; some casualties are always bound to happen..."

"We need to get moving and leave this place before the smell of the burnt flesh from that monster fades away and dozens of monsters come crawling here..."

"Your brother’s sacrifice would be in vain if you keep wasting everyone’s precious time here..."

After saying that, the commander shrugged the man’s hand off his collar and jumped down from the carriage to continue with the escape plan.

"Don’t keep staring at me now... come down and lift the carriage, all of you!"

"Leave the dead bodies behind... it will buy us time to escape as monsters will get busy eating them..."

As even the horses had died or had gotten injured, it was impossible to use them anymore.

Many of the Pathwalkers didn’t want to work, but the commander was the strongest one among them, and it would be difficult to go against him; thus, they had no choice but to obey. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Even the man who had his brother killed couldn’t do anything but cry helplessly while loading the injured, half-dead soldiers into the food carriages before helping others push the carriage forward!

The group was in a state of urgency, and thus they ended up crossing the entire swamp in just half a day as they all worked extra hard with full strength to escape this dangerous swamp.

Only a single monster had caused their entire convoy to be destroyed; if more of such monsters came, they would never reach home again.

Once the group finally made it to solid land, they put the carriages down and collapsed on the ground!

*Creak!*

The door of the luxurious carriage opened, and Count Foley, who was a thin, fragile-looking middle-aged man, walked out of the carriage while rubbing his eyes!

"Yaaawwnnnnn~ Hey! The carriage stopped moving! What happened? Is it night already?"

"Hmmm? Where are the other soldiers?"

Behind Count Foley was his son, who also walked out of the carriage as he munched on an apple before saying,

"Ugh... these guys all stink! I don’t feel like eating anything at all now... forget it, I will just go back and eat fruit in the carriage by myself!"

All the Pathwalkers had their bodies covered in mud or blood from the injured soldiers, and some of them even got stained by that smelly blood of the monster from before!

Thus, it was obvious they all smelled horrible, but when it was spoken out loud, it hit them all in the heart like the most horrible insult!

But they all could do nothing about it and just keep their eyes low and remain respectful!

Rebelling against the count would make them traitors of the nation, and not just them, but even their families would be implicated.

All of them had a lot to lose, and thus they dared not raise their complaints no matter how badly they were treated!

"My lord, choosing the swamp as the route to pass was a very wrong idea... our troops have nearly been wiped out by a powerful monster and the few that have survived are all in injured state..."

"Perhaps only a few of them might even survive till morning... also, one of our Pathwalkers has died..."

Hearing the commander’s tired voice, Count Foley frowned and kicked him in the stomach!

"F*ck! You useless idiot! You let so many of our men die in vain! Tch! I can never expect anything from you useless dogsh*ts!"

"You can’t even fight a monster, and you lot call yourself the strongest warriors of the city of Ilma!?"

Count Foley was furious at the commander’s words, and his face went red from sheer rage!

"Tch! First those f*cking bald donkeys from the church kept dilly-dallying things, and now this! F*ck!"

The count was already frustrated that it was taking so much effort to get his son to be a paladin, as the members of the church were making unreasonable demands and making the process slow and laborious on purpose.

Now that such a thing has happened, he will have to bear the loss of manpower too now!

The loss of those ordinary soldiers was still nothing to him, but the loss of a single Pathwalker was a major blow to the Count’s raw power and control.

"Also, that god*mned b*tch of a saintess of the church!!! Who does that b*tch even think she is!? She dares to talk so high and mighty in front of me!!"

"If I get my hands on her one day, I will show her what the punishment for being arrogant in front of a noble is!!"

With a furious look on his face, the count looked at the wooden carriage filled with injured soldiers and said,

"I don’t care how many of these sh*theads die! We must reach the city of Ilma in two days!"