Mr. Death and his men declined a secret stairway at the center of the flower bed, which also led to a secret tunnel underneath too.

Of course during their travel, they fought their way through..... until they reached a fork on the path, which led to 2 different directions.

From Mr. Death's information from his scouts, the left path led to an iron door within the estate.

While the right path led to a tunnel at the entrance of the estate.

He quickly split his men into 2 and followed one team towards the right path, which led to the estate's front entrance.

The men continued marching towards the right, until they came to the end of the tunnel.

Immediately, someone threw out one of the dead enemy soldiers that they had previously killed... out of the tunnel.

And just as expected, more than 100 arrows had been launched on and around the body.

Heck!

There was even an arrow on the dead man's eyes.

From the moment the body's hair strands had become visible to the enemy archers..... that bodhi was shot to smithereens with no pity whatsoever.

These people were indeed ready for them.

Immediately, Mr. Death's armoured men quickly took out their iron shields and decided to create a shielded wall all around the tunnel's exit.

Sure, wooded shields we're useful..... but they weren't suitable for long battles.

With wooden shields, the arrows would just stick to the shields..... and if more arrows were shot onto the shields, the arrows wood penetrate the wood more and more, allowing it to break off on its own during battle.

That's why when there were too many arrows on the shields, warriors would just throw them away instead.

With iron, the arrows just bounced off the shield.... and the warriors could just black them back behind them.

It was more expensive, but it would last longer and had a better chance of saving their lives.

In Mr. Death's case, almost all the weapons for his had been acquired through battle over the years.

And there were even warehouses with over thousands more in stock too.

So he really didn't spend a dime on weapons.

For that was the way of war.

Immediately some of the armoured men formed a wall around the tunnel's exit.

But of course while they were doing that, some archers gathered behind them, and more armed knights hurriedly enclosed the archers as well.

In the end, they had formed a rectangular formation with archers at its center.

"Move out!" Commanded one of the Captains.

And soon, they slowly advanced steadily.... while protecting themselves from all angles.

'Whoop! Whoop! Whoop!'

'Thang!.....Thang!'..... Thang!'

A rain of arrows could be heard bouncing off the iron armoured shields from all directions.

And as they moved, their own archers within the formation also shot out arrows as well.

In addition to that, several archers who were still in the tunnel took advantage of this and quickly shot down the archers who had already given off their positions.

The archers in the tunnel all advanced forward behind a semi-circular shield wall and quickly took down their targets.

'Whoop! Whoop! Whoop!

'Ahhhh!!!!'

Loud deafening screams could be heard all across the battlefield, and many men could be seen dropping down like flies as well.

The entire battlefield was like a storm of raining arrows.

Arrows flew from the east to west, north to south, and every other possible direction there was.

Both sides had been hit.... with Mr. Death's enemies taking the biggest hit of all.

With the archers needing to take clear shots, of course, they had to expose themselves during battle.

If the leaves on the trees were still full of leaves, then they might've had a better chance of avoiding death.

But too bad that all the trees were bare now, and all they could do was stand behind a tree, expose themselves when shooting, and quickly hide again behind that same tree.

Mr. Death who was still in the tunnel, quickly sent out 2 more teams: one for bringing the injured knights back, and one for taking town the surviving enemy archers around.

And soon, several injured armoured men with arrows sticking out of their toes and legs..... were all brought back to the tunnels.

The battle persisted for a while, with Mr. Death's team slowly advancing forward while tackling more and more enemies.

Until finally, they had reached the entrance to a massive lone estate.

Mr. Death squinted his eyes and looked at the massive number of enemy knights before him.

He figured that they were more than 12,000 all grouped up here.

Indeed, he had fought his way through with just 4,000 armoured men..... and taken out close to 3000 enemies as well.

Right now, the enemy knights all stood out in a semi-circle, as if they were completely sure of their victory today.

Many pointed arrows at them, while some just crossed their arms and looked at them arrogantly.

Seeing that they weren't attacking, Mr. Death and his men calmly advanced as well.

Of course Mr. Death's archers also held out their bows and arrows too.

One could never be too sure.

Slytherin Cord smiled gleefully when he saw the masked man and his team walk towards him.

Hahahahhaha!

They had dreamt about this day for years now, and finally.... it had come true.

This was the day that the Ghostly Prince would lick his feet and bark like a dog for all to see.

His body trembled so much from excitement, that he could even feel his teeth chattering.

He held his prisoner tightly from excitement..... while waiting for the masked man and his team to advance.

The masked man was somewhat far away from him.....making his appearance look about the same size as his middle finger.

But as the figure advanced and grew larger, Slytherin Cord was somewhat displeased.

Who the hell was this?

This masked man wasn't his rabbit.

He was definitely a fake!