This was the ability of the Hun Eagle Shooter, already taken by Duncan.
Duncan immediately mounted his horse, closing in on the right flank of the cavalry skirmish on the battlefield. If the right flank were completely overrun, the imperial legion would surely face total collapse.
Since he's here.
Not killing a few people would be a wasted journey!
Duncan directly nocked an arrow and aimed at a Goth vassal rider. The sharp arrow pierced the air, and the enemy was shot off his horse, then trampled to death by chaotic riders.
One kill!
The battlefield was in complete chaos, with few noticing Duncan's presence. Even the mixed imperial legion assumed he was an ally.
In this situation, it was perfect for him to fish in troubled waters.
Two kills!
An arrow pierced the air, heavily wounding an Alan vassal rider off his horse, directly speared to death by a Western Goth cavalryman.
Duncan maneuvered using mounted archery, constantly alert to the Hun archers on the large map. He shot an arrow straight ahead, knocking down an Imperial armored cavalryman trying to flee.
Three kills!
This one was half accidental because the opponent's head happened to line up within the crosshairs, prompting Duncan to instinctively get a headshot.
Who told him to collapse morale and try to escape?
The battlefield was already chaotic enough; no one could know where stray arrows came from.
Duncan's main targets were still the Hun and Barbarian troops. Occasionally, he'd unintentionally kill a couple of Imperial cavalrymen — those were just accidents.
But his presence undoubtedly shifted the right flank of the Empire's battle line. More than ten Hun riders chased him on horseback, but Duncan fled directly out of their range without a word.
"The Eagle Shooter has elevated me significantly!"
Duncan's riding skills were no less than those of the elite Hun riders. He calculated the distance.
— Resting Horse Arrow!
A forty-five-degree angle shot, the arrow hit a Hun rider's chest impossibly, and shortly after, he fell off his horse and died.
"Eagle Shooter!?" (Hun language)
This term describes elite archers, highly esteemed in the Hun Empire.
Four kills!
Duncan calmly controlled the warhorse with his mind, firing another steady arrow set on the crosshairs, headshotting a Hun elite rider.
Now the Huns were a bit frightened, sending a small squad of Goth vassal riders to chase him.
"Aren't they just handing me free kills?" Duncan rejoiced.
The East Goth vassal riders were equipped with shield lances, rarely carrying bows, and couldn't catch up to him in riding skills. In the God's-eye view, Duncan could not possibly scramble aimlessly through the battlefield; other riders might lose their direction in the charge, but he counted the heads of every enemy around him clearly.
One arrow shot through the warhorse's head, and the second arrow directly killed the grounded Goth rider.
Five-kill rampage!
The more Duncan killed, the more proficient he became, but eliminating Goth vassal riders with shields took a few extra arrows; occasionally, a grounded rider would be trampled to death by his comrades.
Six kills godlike!
Seven kills intimidate!
Eight kills fear!
Nine kills rout!
This squad of Goth vassal riders transitioned from initial high morale to low morale. When Duncan hit seven kills, they were already intimidated, and as another rider fell, they turned into fear, finally routing completely at nine kills, even with over ten riders, escaping in disarray.
This was terrifying!
Not to mention the Goth vassal army, even the elite Hun riders exhibited the 'fear' mark.
Ten-kill rout!
Approximately thirty seconds per head.
Duncan completed a stunning ten-kill feat within a few minutes on the battlefield, with the Western Goth riders continuously exclaiming, calling him 'Lord's warrior', their morale soared instantly.
Some of the migrating Goths converted to Catholicism, and many Barbarian Race members in Germania were church followers.
"That's about it!"
Duncan did not rush to crush these Hun and vassal army, realizing his arrow inventory was running low upon checking.
He carried two arrow quivers, unexpectedly used up quickly. (Leather arrow quiver with 12 arrows, convenient to carry, quick to access, not cumbersome at all. Large quiver with 24 arrows, biggest with 36 arrows, affecting maneuverability, usually only foot archers carrying over 60 arrows.)
"Franks!"
"Barbarian Race elite warriors."
Duncan needed to take a few essential heads: one was the elite Frank infantrymen, adept at using the Frank throwing axe, the other was Barbarian Race elite warriors, who possibly wielded special abilities.
He began roaming the battlefield perimeter, avoiding the enemy's archer units.
Opportunity!
Duncan quickly marked several Frank elite warriors conquered by the Huns on the large map. He sharply pulled the reins, the warhorse neighed, hooves lifted high, Duncan aimed better from an almost vertical angle.
— Resting Horse Arrow!
The arrow traversed the battlefield.
Time seemed to freeze in this moment.
Whish!
One arrow headshot.
The Frank elite axman conquered by the Huns instantly perished.
Eleven kills!
Duncan continued galloping, noting both sides cautiously encircled him. Without the support of God's-eye view, he wouldn't notice the full battlefield view, possibly being encircled by the enemy.
"Time to test my skills!"
Duncan took a deep breath, sharply pulling the reins, the warhorse soared upwards momentarily, while Duncan locked onto a marked target.
— Barbarian Race Chieftain Warrior (1 star).
— Resting Horse Arrow.
On the battlefield, the Barbarian Race Chieftain Warrior roared, swinging his two-handed war axe, splitting an Imperial Field Army soldier's head. The next second, an arrow pierced the air, penetrating his throat directly.
Twelve kills!
Duncan's arrow quiver was empty.
His silhouette suddenly sank to the horse's side, hanging momentarily while grabbing a fallen knight's lance from the ground. This was a riding skill the Huns excelled in, most knights in Europe lacked such masterful techniques.
Tucking the lance underarm.
Duncan took a deep breath, facing the depleted energy bar, confronting the East Goth riders attempting encirclement directly.
— Lance Charge!
Whish.
In the blink of an eye, sparks flew at the moment they intersected, Duncan's lance pierced the enemy's body on the spot, instantly releasing the lance, and even having the skill to unsheathe the enemy's long sword from horseback during the dislocation.
Thirteen kills!
Run!
Duncan didn't hesitate for a moment; he slaughtered his way from the right flank to the left, then galloped away without looking back.
The energy bar was nearly exhausted.
He felt his controlled body's arms trembling slightly from within the Dimension Space.
Through the seventh day.
Heads: 37.
Retrieve horses scattered around the battlefield and mark in the little notebook when back.
On the mountain outside the battlefield.
Crow Queen - Triss was completely shocked, somewhat dazed; Severus couldn't see the battlefield's situation but could view everything clearly via witchcraft through the bird's eyes.
She witnessed Duncan cutting through the battlefield entirely, then leaving in a grand manner the whole time.
This scene made her slightly tremble!
Amidst thousands of troops, Duncan struck down over ten people, finally shooting the Barbarian Race Chieftain Warrior before leaving breezily.
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