Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 68

Chapter 68

“I lost count after thirty,” Carissa said, raising her arm. The Rose Spear felt incredibly heavy.

War was truly exhausting.

“I counted–I killed fifty!” Bun tried to jump up with a fancy flip, but ended up face–planting to the ground instead.

Because there were too many people on the battlefield, Bun’s sword had been knocked away. He ended

up using his fiste feet to fight before finally retrieving his weapon after the enemy forces had

retreated.

“I killed sixty–three,” Violet reported.

Rafael’s deputy, Dylan, approached them, covered in blood and grime.

Carissa sat up first, then used the Rose Spear to help herself stand. “Deputy Ziegler!”

“Carissa!” Dylan’s eyes sparkled with surprise and excitement. “Do you know how many enemies you’ve killed?”

“No, I lost count,” Carissa replied.

his hands in

personally counted the enemies you killed. You used your spear to pierce their throats–just counting those, there were over three hundred! That doesn’t even include those you didn’t stab in the throat. You’re amazing!

exhausted,” Carissa said, struggling to

again, so Dylan urged, “Come quickly! The marshal wants to

energetically. “The marshal wants to

earn them a promotion. Bun had definitely killed

each other into the command tent, only to find several generals

him to stumble and fall. There was now a chaotic heap of live

annoyed by the

laughed. His gaze fell on Carissa, and his eyes were particularly bright.

too exhausted to be

have General Sinclair’s spirit!” Timothy

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shoulder with such force that she nearly fell to her knees. She steadied herself, determined not

Rafael rose and walked up to

carried a

our command,

commander! You’ll have a thousand

and

commanders with

with military ranks, so they began counting. A battalion commander commanded one hundred soldiers, while a regiment commander commanded one