Victor was Essit's most famous master of marksmanship, and at the age of twenty-six, he became one of the few generals in the Empire.

Although his attainments in martial arts are not as good as those of the Sacred Domain, his combat methods are insidious and ruthless, and he can often win by surprise in a pinch.

In recent years, the Essit Empire has not wanted to make progress, and has indulged in the appearance of peace, and has paid far less attention to the cultivation of talents than before.

This is a direct cause of many talented seedlings being buried. He had brute strength, but he did not get professional training and guidance, and finally ended up in a blacksmith shop on the street, doing the most menial rough work.

Fortunately, Victor was born in a prominent aristocratic family in the Empire, and such troubles never happened to him, and he entered the Knights directly under the Empire from an early age, receiving martial arts instruction from senior knights.

With his talent far beyond ordinary people, coupled with his diligent practice, Victor quickly became a rising star in the Essit Empire.

Half a year ago, he was recognized by an eighth-order swordsman, and he took another step forward in the path of martial arts. As one of the few military talents in the empire, Victor led troops to garrison the northern provinces all year round to resist the invasion of foreign races in the north.

However, in recent days, the Titan Empire has launched a series of fierce attacks on the border, and the defense line established by the Essit Legion on the north bank of the Ganges River is already in danger of collapse.

When Victor learned that the war in the south was urgent, he thought that this was a great opportunity to promote his knighthood, and took the initiative to ask the military top brass to transfer him to the battlefield on the southern border.

Victor was dressed in a blood-red robe, with dark brown curls falling casually over his shoulders, and black soft leather boots, and his unusual outfit also reflected his wild and uninhibited personality.

Unlike most high-ranking martial artists, the weapon he used was not an ordinary silver sword, but a two-meter-long war spear.

Victor had handsome facial features and a sharp gaze like an eagle in his eyes. The gestures exude the aura of a soldier, and the action is as steady as the wind.

Although on the surface he appears to be an out-and-out spearman, in fact, it is more appropriate to describe his martial arts characteristics as an assassin.

He was not good at using a normal sword, but he was comfortable with a dagger with a short blade.

The blade of this type of weapon is several times smaller than that of a long sword, and although it is not as powerful as a large weapon, its light short blade is ideal for quick attacks.

Victor is tall, but his limbs are as nimble as a snow rabbit. The terrifying thing about him is that not only is his strength above the level, but he can also maintain a good movement speed in battle.

In fact, Victor is not good at head-on confrontation with the enemy, and in the duel with other strong players, he often considers the environmental factors of the venue and uses some less glorious means to achieve victory.

The same is true for commanding an army, and he rarely chooses to fight to the death with the enemy. It is to win the war on the premise of reducing one's own casualties as much as possible.

Victor's mastery of military strategy and his extensive experience in battles with the northern aliens made him one of the Empire's finest commanders.

As soon as Victor arrived on the battlefield, he was not in a hurry to mobilize his troops and horses, but conducted a comprehensive analysis of the situation on the entire battlefield.

After some discussion with his subordinates, he immediately made a bold decision - to attack the rear of the Titan Army overnight.

In the evening of the same day, Victor led a thousand light cavalry to sneak across the river from twenty miles upstream, and then rushed into the camp of the Titan Legion.

The Titans' soldiers quickly organized a rebellion, but the Essit cavalry was not aiming to capture the barracks.

The enemy was so numerous that the raid was to burn the food piled up in the rear of the camp.

Hundreds of torches flew in the air, burning up the grain and grass reserves that could sustain 50,000 people for half a year.

The Titan Army was forced to urgently withdraw to the city while asking for help from the imperial capital.

The news of the defeat on the battlefield reached the imperial capital in just a few days, and Shiloh was shocked by the news, and immediately counted the ordnance, grain and grass in the treasury.

As soon as Owen receives orders from the Military Aircraft Division, he hurriedly says goodbye to Loras and Ellie, and rushes to the front line to take on the role of temporary commander.

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It was late at night, and the burning torches crackled. Victor, however, did not feel sleepy at all, and walked out of the tent alone to inspect the surrounding situation.

Owen had heard the other party's name a long time ago, and after recognizing Victor, he couldn't help but be shocked, and thought: "I didn't expect that the commander behind the scenes was replaced by him, and it is no wonder that the strength of the Essit Legion will suddenly become stronger." ”

The three soldiers who were on the night vigil before saw the figure of the general and hurriedly followed him to salute.

Owen held his breath at this time, hiding in a haystack more than two meters high next to the camp, and his heart became uneasy as he saw the figure of the red-robed man gradually approaching.

"It's a strange thing why the Titan military suddenly stopped moving. Viktor said to the soldiers accompanying him.

"Your Excellency attacked the enemy camp at night before, causing those southern Yankees to suffer heavy losses, and now they naturally don't dare to act rashly. The soldier said excitedly, his eyes lit up with adoration.

"I'm afraid it's not that simple. The Titan military will definitely not sit idly by, especially Shiloh, the cunning guy, who may have already figured out how to deal with it. Victor frowned, a worried expression.

"Huh?" The red-robed man immediately sensed a hint of danger as he passed by the haystack, and suddenly stopped, looking in the direction where Owen was.

"What's wrong with you, sir?" asked the soldier, puzzled.

"You go there and take a look, it doesn't seem right. Victor stood there, watching the haystack warily, and the soldier drew his sword and walked towards the haystack.

The soldier walked up to the haystack, raised his sword, and stabbed it several times.

However, there was no movement, nothing but fluffy grass clippings.

"Report to your lordship, there's nothing in there!" the soldier shouted with a wave back to Viktor.

The red-robed man pursed his lips and stepped forward himself, watching the movement of the haystack.

He jerked under his feet, instantly kicking it several meters away, while squeezing his palm fiercely. I saw that the haystack rolled violently in the cold wind a few times, and in an instant, it was wrapped in a red flame, and the next second it was turned into ashes!

Under the stunned eyes of the soldiers, all obstacles in their vision were cleared.

Seeing this, Victor's tightly knit brow did not ease.

I saw him slowly leaning down and secretly thinking, "I obviously sensed an unusually powerful energy fluctuation around me, is it just my own illusion?"

Victor touched the ground with his fingertips, rubbed the ashes in his hand thoughtfully, and then looked up with a strange smile on his face.