A force of several hundred cavalry made a considerable racket. And as a Tier Six Silver, Robson was especially sensitive to such disturbances.
Robson noticed the very moment the Wolf Cavalry entered the battlefield.
Glancing at the ragtag goblin troops behind him, Robson clicked his tongue. 'This experience farming is a little unsatisfying.'
'Damn this Wolf Cavalry! How dare they obstruct me, Lord Robson, from serving His Majesty the King!'
Though he was incredibly reluctant, Robson knew it was time to retreat.
After the recent slaughter, 200 of his men had been promoted to Third-tier Frank Cavalry, and over 20 had advanced to become Fourth-rank Frank Skilled Cavalry.
If they kept fighting, they might gain more experience, but the potential losses would be more than he could bear.
"Retreat! Back to the city gate!"
'Every time I have to give orders like this, I wish I had a flag or a horn. Projecting my voice with my aura is really unpleasant.'
