The three listened intently.

It is common for noble families to have numerous offspring.

Encountering some unrestrained nobles.

One often finds a plethora of illegitimate children.

With many sons, the distribution of wealth becomes a perennial issue as everyone desires a larger share.

Meloin's claim of being unfavored by his father raise suspicions among the trio, hinting that it might be related to his physique.

With numerous sons, everyone tends to favor those with potential rather than those who are merely portly and unremarkable as successors.

Noticing the silence from the trio, Meowin continued, "However, I believe that while I may not excel in combat as they do, my capabilities are not inferior to others.

I shall become an exceptional lord, and my city will flourish more than those of the foul-mouthed Ruffians, providing a better life for its residents," proving to them who truly embodies the essence of a leader.

The trio was takenback by the words of the portly young man.

Yet they found a certain validity in his assertions.

Not everyone is endowed with the talent for marshall prowess akin to those rabbit girls who after consuming vitality enhancing potions exhibit varying degrees of advancement, some soaring in levels while others remain stagnant.

The task of engaging in battle and striving for victory is best left to subordinates.

His objective is to become an exemplary lord, not merely a competent warrior.

Each individual must find their rightful place.

Being a lord is not necessarily contingent upon one's rank.

Fong how deeply resonated with this notion.

The rapid expansion of his territory relied on the recruitment of troops and the prowess of his heroes.

He played the role of a commander from the rear.

Allocating talented individuals to positions where they can thrive is in itself a skill.

Master Meloin, you will become an outstanding lord.

Jeang bin asserted.

I share the same belief and have made ample preparations.

Meowin replied confidently, patting his backpack.

After some conversation, Commander Hy rose and remarked, "Master Meloin, it seems the time has come for our departure.

We must ensure our entry into the city before dusk.

Otherwise, we shall be forced to linger in the wilderness for another night.

" "Very well, Commander Hy," Milon responded.

Myin readily acquiesced.

Commander Hy emerged from the tent, issuing commands with a resounding voice.

The soldiers, previously at rest, sprang into action, tidying up the remnants of their previous encampment.

Within approximately 20 minutes, they resumed their journey towards their destination.

Perhaps few were inclined to listen to me recount his past.

Along the way, he drew back the curtains of the carriage, sharing stories of how his brothers once mocked him and how he would retaliate upon becoming a great lord.

As the procession advanced, the sky grew increasingly somber.

Cotton-like clouds merged with the horizon, enveloping the entire expanse of land.

Hasten your pace.

Once we traverse the dense thicket ahead, we shall catch sight of Nesberg.

Hy bellowed, urging the troops to quicken their steps as the impending rain loomed.

The dreary weather and the weariness of the journey rendered everyone irritable.

Following the command to accelerate their pace, they had not traveled far when the column abruptly halted.

Funhow furrowed his brow and gazed ahead, spotting an overturned cart obstructing their path.

Dense foliage flanked both sides, making it impossible for the wagon and the laden cart to pass through.

It seemed the time for battle was nigh.

Fong Hao remarked upon the obstruction, "What a coincidence that the cargo has overturned here.

" Jean Bin concurred.

"Go and inform H oily.

It may well be an ambush.

" Fong Hao instructed.

Jeang Bin nodded and proceeded towards the front of the column.

Fong Hao and Dong Jua hastened to the side of Myron's wagon.

Jeang Bin and Hy engaged in a hush conversation.

Hy's expression darkened as he commanded the troops to turn back, intending to exit the thicket.

Suddenly, an arrow whistled through the air, striking the wagon with a sharp clang.

In the next moment, a flurry of arrows rained down upon them.

Chapter 339.

Is everything worth it? The sudden hail of arrows startled everyone.

Indeed, Fong Hao and the others had accurately anticipated an ambush.

Arrows shot forth from the thicket like a storm.

Defend.

Overturn the carts to shield against the arrows.

Hy commanded loudly.

As the guards raised their shields, they also toppled the supply laden carts, creating a barrier against the relentless barrage of arrows.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Before the group could adequately prepare, another volley of arrows rained down from a different side of the dense forest.

A significant number of guards were struck, their anguished cries echoing as they fell into pools of blood.

The remaining individuals swiftly sought refuge among the overturned carts.

Fong Hao and his companions were more mentally prepared than the others.

At the moment the arrows began to fly, they had already sought cover to evade the incoming projectiles.

This mission is proving to be quite challenging, Jeang Bin remarked solemnly as he leaned against the shelter.

Fong Hao nodded in agreement.

Judging by the intensity of the arrows being shot, the enemy's numbers outweighed theirs.

Another wave of guards had just fallen, leaving them at a distinct disadvantage.

Wait, where is Myron? Fongo suddenly realized that the mission's focal point was missing.

The trio immediately turned their gaze towards the noble's carriage 5 m away.

The once exquisitely adorned carriage was now riddled with arrows, resembling a massive porcupine.

Simultaneously, Myoin's heart-wrenching cries emanated from that direction.

Hoy, save me.

I've been struck in a thigh.

It hurts so much.

Damn it, that fatso hasn't he even come down.

My ruin's please attracted the attention of foes lurking in the surrounding thickets.

Another barrage of arrows began to rain upon the noble's carriage.

Despite its sturdy construction, it began to show signs of collapse.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Uh, uh! Myron screamed in terror.

Upon hearing Myuin's cries, Hoy swiftly severed the rains connecting the horses, calling for two guards to lift the toppled cart, providing cover as he moved towards the carriage.

Two carts formed a makeshift wall, each shielding against the onslaught from either side.

With a powerful kick, he flung open the carriage door and dragged the helpless, moaning Myron from the ground, continuing to use the carts for protection, they rejoined their ranks.

Hy exhibited remarkable decisiveness, rescuing Myron with efficiency and without hesitation.

Once Myron was set aside, he immediately commanded the troops to establish defensive arrangements.

After the arrows ceased, a close quarters battle would soon ensue.

How are you? Do you have any healing potions? Dong Jua approached with bandages in hand.

Myron had been struck in the thigh and arm, blood saturating his form, creating a rather alarming sight.

His mission target could not perish here.

Yes, I have only two vials.

I feared encountering danger on the way.

Silence.

Drink a potion.

Dong Jua scolded, wrapping my ruin wounds with the bandages.

Meanwhile, Fong Hao concealed himself behind the card, enveloped in a soft blue frost armor.

While the second spell, mist envelopment, was also completed.