The Transmigrated Novelist

When he gave that last order, the barbarian warriors were already in front of his soldiers, and he had no other choice, but to look at them clash together.

Even though his private army of soldiers had the advantage in numbers, as they were 150 soldiers against 20 or 30 warriors at best, he still couldn't feel at ease.

After all, even though he completely despised these savages, he was really clear about their strength, and fighting prowess, so he was a bit worried about his soldiers.

Especially that general of theirs, he was beyond a normal warrior, as he seemed to have broken through Rank 2 warrior quite some time ago, and could put up a fight against Rank 3 warriors.

Even as he was thinking like that, the general of the barbarian warriors jumped forward without a shred of fear in his eyes and was the first one to clash against the soldiers.

He put his shield in front of him, and then jumped towards the expecting soldiers with vigor, without even caring about his condition after the jump.

It wasn't only him who did something like that, as 10 other warriors immediately followed his act and jumped on the enemy soldiers.

That attack wasn't enough to kill them or to squish the soldiers in meat paste, but it was quite valuable in disrupting their formation and pushing them back.

Their first attack didn't even kill 10 enemy soldiers but it managed to disrupt their formation completely and threw them in chaos.

The other 10-20 warriors behind them took this opportunity to leave their shields behind, and jump with their cubs, swinging left and right.

The enemy soldiers had lost the balance at that point, so they were unable to surmount a counterattack at that moment.

They could only try their best to defend against those cubs by placing their small shields in front of them, and then taking quite a few steps back in retreat, and totally losing balance.

Even though their shields were much smaller than the barbarian warriors' shields, they were still much better than those due to their material.

The soldier's shields were made of impure iron at worst, which was many times sturdier than the wooden shields of the barbarians, and their wooden cubs.

Furthermore, their swords were much sharper and deadlier in a battle, and one swing or one good stab was enough for them to kill, or badly injure their enemy.

The only reason why the barbarian warriors seemed to be winning at these early moments was because the soldiers were out of balance and formation.

Once they managed to regain their foot and formation then these barbarian warriors were going to die without understanding why.

Surely these barbarian warriors were strong, but in front of the soldier's tactics, and numbers their strength was practically useless.

As if that wasn't enough at that moment the enemy mages made a move, and the cloud of smoke, dust and debris was cleared from the air, and the archers were ready to join the battle as well.

Eric had been able to sense the Mage on enemies' side only when he acted, as it was no other than the leader of the army, Master Fjord.

Apparently, that guy was a Wind Mage, and considering the magic spell, and his magic, he was a Rank 2 Wind Mage.

It was nothing to joke about, that guy was truly strong, the only thing that didn't make sense was how was he able to become a Rank 2 Mage when he was such an idiot.

But then again, he was most probably the Young Master, or the inheritor of some Noble house so it wouldn't be weird for them to waste a few rare resources on him.

Truly a waste, but there was nothing that Roy could do about it. He could only look enviously at the luck of some people.

If Master Fjord knew about his thoughts, and what Roy carried on his space ring, then he would most probably vomit blood due to extreme anger.

After all, the pot was complaining that the spoon carried too much soup. Where was the damn justice in that!?

But he didn't know and didn't care to tell the truth. He hadn't wanted to reveal his strength as a Rank 2 Wind Mage, but he was left without any other option, as his soldiers were suffering.

After clearing the place for his archers, he immediately sends another magic spell 'wind cuts' towards the barbarian warriors intending to either kill them or push them back.

It looked like the battle would be reversed with just two of his moves, and he had an expression of clear arrogance on his face at the moment.

But unfortunately, he forgot that there was a Mage on the enemy side as well, as Roy immediately used his Magic Power to create a few Earth walls to interrupt the wind cuts.

The Earth walls he used were composed of dried, and sloppy sand on the front and sturdy soil on the back. More than a well-defined defense his Earth Walls were smoke bombs, like before.

But that wasn't all he did, as the moment that the Wind Cuts clashed on his Earth Walls, destroying them and exploding the smoke bombs, he used the Earth Shake spell under the soldier's feet.

Even though the spells he used were all Rank 1 spells, his Magic Power had almost completely dried as 3 was his limit, and he wouldn't be able to use anymore Earth Magic.

The moment his last magic took place, the barbarians warriors that wanted to fight these soldiers to death jumped out of the dust, and debris, as they attacked the already imbalanced soldiers.

How could the archers just watch in this situation, so they quickly prepared their bows and were about to attack, when suddenly they heard a few roars, and a few beasts jumped towards them.

'Roaarrr' x15

11 titanic cats, an iron bear, 3 sharp-toothed wolves, appeared from behind them, and jumped on top of them with the intention of killing, and injuring as many of them as they could.

The archer's division was thrown into disarray as they didn't even understand what was going on, as they were being scratched, ripped, or bitten by those beasts.

Setting aside the beasts threatening looks and features, the fact that all of them were at least Rank 1 and around half of them Rank 2 made them an unstoppable force for the archers.

Normally archers wouldn't be in such a situation, as their duty was to stay behind the main army and close to their lord in order to attack with long-range attacks.

So, they were completely useless in melee combat, and even more so in melee combat against beasts, that seemed to have the feast of their life.

The sudden attack threw Master Fjord completely out of track as he was unable to decide quickly whether he should protect his archer's squad, or help his soldiers against the warriors.

But things were getting worse and uglier about him, as the number of warriors fighting against his soldiers had increased quite a bit.

And the strength of these new guys was even more dangerous and threatening than the strength of those that were initially fighting.

Furthermore, the weapons of these new warriors were much better, and they even had bone spears, and bone swords, clearly deadlier than those wooden cubs.

Not to mention that these fu*ckers were also able to stay in formation in these fu*cking chaos, and advance and retreat as one.

Just in their initial attack, they had killed around 1 soldier each on average, with that damned traitor killing the same number by himself.

No matter how he looked at this the battle seemed lost, and he had a deep and blazing wish of escape.

He couldn't allow these savages to capture and keep him there. He would suffer a lot under their torture and hate so he had to escape no matter what.

Even if it meant leaving behind his bastard brother and those two damn bi*tches given to them as wives from the barbarian tribe head.

With those thoughts in mind, he made up his mind, as he used a Rank 2 Wind Magic in his surroundings, Wind Tornado, throwing everyone off balance, turned his horse, and started his escape.

His plan was quite sly, and effective, as even though his Rank 2 magic spell might not be able to heavily injure his enemy, it was enough to make them lose their balance and give him a head-start.

The biggest drawback of his magic though it would be the fact that it would put his own soldiers and people in danger, as they were closest to him.

And especially his bastard brother, and those women behind him, but he didn't care about them anymore.

What mattered the most at that moment was his own life and his own well-being. The battle was over, and he had fully lost, so the only thing he could do was escape.

As long as he was able to escape alive, he could return back here with more soldiers, and more barbarians and take his revenge on that damned white traitor, and these savages.

As for those women and his bastard brother, they should just act as they should, and block his trackers for him, they should be happy they were of assistance to him.

Furthermore, the fact that he was losing his own brother in this damn battle was more than enough to make whatever story he told when he turned back believable.

His only problem, was that he hadn't taken into consideration the fact, that Roy could wield more than one element as a Mage…