Vasco and his men's first target was Mace, who had pushed deeper and deeper into the enemy lines. Henry had given orders to protect his life.
Dozens of elite Senior Infantry rallied around Henry. Clad in triple-layered heavy armor and wielding iron warhammers with Iron Shields, they charged ferociously in his wake.
It couldn't be helped. They had acquired plenty of spoils, and after a little abuse of his authority, he had embezzled some for his men. Besides, Henry still had half a warehouse of Half-Beastman iron armor that hadn't been melted down, providing more than enough gear to equip his elite Heavy Armor Soldiers.
Henry's hands, encased in aristocratic gauntlets, tightly gripped his greatsword, its blade glinting coldly.
'A giant axe is satisfying, but it's too exhausting. For true efficiency, a Two-Handed Greatsword is still the way to go.'
