Chapter 1220: Battlefield Cleanup

*Trumpet*, *Trumpet*, *Trumpet*!

As Scorpyo and his thousand men strong sped toward Lord Macht's rear at breakneck speed, the old man was forced to acknowledge his defeat today.

And for a moment he even wished to fight it out here to the last man here, willing to risk everything. Perhaps Lord Macht believed he would be able to use his still outnumbering force to smash both of the incoming fists at once.

Of course in reality such a result was really a pipe dream within a pipe dream as Lord Macht's rear would likely collapse even before Scorpyo made contact. 

This was not only because of the angle of Scorpyo's attack but also due to the fact that Lord Macht's rear units were in the midst of turning themselves. 

Meaning they were more out of formation than if they were simply standing still with their backs turned to the incoming legionaries.