Way of Overlord-Chapter 471: Last Battle

The sound of clashing is coming toward him and the sound become even more clear as Garron listen to it.

The sound of horse hooves, the sound of arow being released.

And Garron laughed

"Skyfather...." He mutters as he look at the Blue Sky above him. He just have hope and fate and destiny dashed all of these hopes.

He thought of the old heroes that have fallen before him and he chuckles

"Dying in battle is also not bad" he thought to himself.

The chief of Xewa and Ghar , the chief of countless tribes has been killed since the wind of change swept the Steppe.

Garron thought he would be spared of this. Turns out, his turns did not come just yet.

Today, it had come

There is many regrets in his heart right now. But he push all of those thoughts away.

He thought of his son in law and he thought of his daughter.

He then grabbed a leather parchment. And he took a reed pen and begin writing. As he write, there is time he smile, there is times he laughed and there is times that he look sad.

"It is a pity I would not be able to see the world that you would create. I....very much like to see it" he mutters as he finished writing his letter.

"Messenger!" he shouted.

And a messenger come inside ethe tent. The expression on the messenger face is enough to show how the battle is going on outside the tent

Garron smiles

Now, that everything is coming to an end, there is a sense of relief.

He goes to his armour stand and wear his armour.

Then he took his curved blade and then sling the bow and the arrow behind his back.

Then he walk outside his tent inside the central headquarters. Just by coming out, he could see dozens of horses surrounding his central headquarters

"HAHAHA!" he simply laughed

He closes his eyes for a moment and take a deep breath

Then opening it back up, he whistles and his horse rushed towards him. The horse stopped in front of him and he jump onto the back of his horse.

"This would be my last battle" he thought to himself. And then without hesitation, his horse rushed toward the battlefield, his sword raise high and Garron embark on his last journey!

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Garron look around him. There is a smile on his face. But his face is now drenched in blood. His back is on the rushing water of Utgol river.

There is wounds all over his body, his armour has already been cut on many places that it is just hanging by a thread right now

On his side, the armour is dangling and a gust of wind passes him by that part of the armour falls to the ground

Thud!

But right now, Garron did not even realize that most of his armour is already tattered, broken, and shattered.

He look ragged.

His bones are broken all over.

But he still stood there, defiant

It is not because he is very strong that he survived to this point. It is nothing more than all of his retainers sacrifices themselves to make sure he survives until the end.

Waqu.....Garron hopes he survives.

They were separated during Ogura rush towards him

Garron pray to the Skyfather that Waqu is knocked unconscious and survive this fight

However, right now, for him, this is not the time to think about other things

It is quite weird that as he is closer to death, the clear his mind became

Maybe, because at the last moment, there is not so many profit and loss, there is no longer hesitation and it opens up his mind and enables him to think about all of those things he overlooked and ignore before. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

Around him, even as this old man is about to fall, Ogura forces did not underestimate him at all

After all their numbers were also significantly reduced.

Just now, when they were engaged in a melee battle with Garron forces, Garron retainers and his great warriors charges like the god of death

They ignore life and death and took almost half of the Ogura forces that encircled Garron.

One person took three or more people to die with him.

With such fierce offensive like they were the ones that being attacked and not the other way around, these new Ogura forces even feel overwhelmed and fear

When faced with such ana army that has thrown away all fear of death, this kind of army beats any army that love life.

So, now, even though, there is only one Garron, they do not have any inclination to look down on this old man

The name of the Viper also has its deterrent effect. After all his reputation is known to many

Ogura forces encircled him, slowly and cautiously.

Garron look around him and he could not help but feel a little bit prideful.

All of his life since he escaped from the Central Great Steppe, he had always suppressed this part of him

The warrior part of him.

He did not ride to the battlefield as often as he wanted. He was always cautious.

Because he believed that only he could achieve the dream of returning to the Central Great Steppe

And he was not wrong.

Among all of the tribesman that has fled from the Central Great Steppe, how many of them still wanted to return home?

Right now.....it almost seems like he is the only one. The others that followed him into battle and believe in his dreams, all of them is buried with him today.

Today, he let go of all those dreams, all of those expectations of youth and fight to his heart content

He is old but his heart is still quite young

He look around and see hundred of men in all direction of him. And he could not help but laugh

"All of these just to make sure this old man dies" he mutters to himself.

What a grand send off! He thought to himself

And a sea of enemy sharp edges of their weapons is coming closer to him

This is his last stand.

"HAHAHA! Come fight me!" Garron bellowed, raising his sword. Right now, the sword on his hand feel very heavy.

But from the will that is in his heart, he forces himself to raise the sword.

And instead of retreating, he rushed forward his sword slashing two men in one slash.

This is like his final burst of energy.

And nothing is more dangerous than this

Someone who no longer cares about life or death, staking it all. Right now, he fought like a demon. An arrow whistled past him and take his right ears.

From the wound, blood spurted before dripping quickly to the ground.

"HAHAHA!"

Garron feel it and he did feel the pain but he only laugh at it and keep going forward

It is almost like by laughing he could forget the pain he is feeling. He is like a madman because in this moment, it is more of mind over matter.

He cut the horses hooves, and as the horsemen fell, he would slash his sword, cutting the person head into two.

Right now, Garron is no longer the Viper, the cunning politicians but a warrior.

He put aside fame and fortune, life and death, hope and despair, and only focus on one task

Taking down as many people as he could.

He fought like a demon, refusing to die that easily. The clash of steel rings out as he cut down as many enemies as he could.

For a moment, this momentum alone overwhelmed the horsemen that surrounded him

Garron even managed to steal one of the horse as he force the rider to fall down.

Then riding the horse, he began killing people

And in this frenzy method of killing people, he struck down warriors after warriors, his sword seems like a blur of crimson light

Blood with the swiftness of his sword. Even as arrows pierced his flesh and take a chunk of the meat on his body, even as spears thrust into his body, he did not stop and he did not fall.

Blood is now no longer just dripping from his wound but spurting all over. His face is pale because of the loss of blood, but there is still a smile on his face and he keep killing

All that is supporting him right now is his willpower.

This has gone beyond his physical power.

All that is left is his willpower.

And he keep rushing. He keeps killing.

The sword on his hand become heavier with each moment that passes.

His sword is now chipped and then it is broken.

But Garron, even in this state keep slashing left and right.

Arrows shot on him and pierce through his skin.

But never deep enough to pierce right into his internal organs.

A few arrow misses his head.

Spear tip pierced through his already broken armor.

Instead of pulling out the spear tip, Garron cut the handle of the spear, letting that spear tip lodged on his wounds.

Blood spurting out from his wounds and he seems to be showered in his own blood. But he did not stop

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