I Accidentally Imprinted On The Wolf Duke (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 119

As dawn broke, both armies faced each other and formed their battle lines.

Just as Hughgray and Carcus had anticipated, Tuscan had placed his elite troops in the third rank, positioning House Tilbeth on one flank and House Lionelden on the other.

Hughgray shook his head as he saw the Eldest Son of House Tilbeth and Leina Tilbeth positioned on the left wing. The eldest son was known to be a fool—if such a man stood at the front, it clearly meant he was eager to grab whatever scraps he could from the marriage pact between his sister and King Tuscan. As for the shamelessly audacious Leina Tilbeth, she must have come to the battlefield only to keep an eye on her utterly incompetent brother, whose greed far outweighed any shred of ability.

Hughgray had been sneering at the pathetic siblings, but his expression hardened the moment he saw the Lionelden banner fluttering on the right wing.

Putting aside Chloe and the deceased Klein, had they really decided to bury the past—despite having lost the family’s eldest son to Tuscan Starkston? Since House Lionelden owned no knightly order, those troops must have been mercenaries hired with gold.

Though it was none of his concern how other noble houses managed their affairs, Hughgray couldn’t help but worry that Chloe, still back in the encampment, would soon hear that her father’s house, Lionelden, flew its banner alongside Tuscan’s forces.

Finally, as the surroundings brightened fully, a battle cry erupted first from the Tigrium side. In response, Carcus raised his arm, and an even louder roar burst forth from the Elarion ranks.

From the start, Elarion had more infantry, so their shout naturally carried greater volume. But war was not won by voice alone. Tigrium possessed seasoned commanders, numerous elite infantry, and Tuscan’s royal knights were stronger than Carcus’s imperial knights—making Tigrium’s actual combat strength superior.

Of course, that had been true only until last night. Since then, Carcus had gained Hughgray Ulphaz—the most formidable ally imaginable.

At last, when the Emperor lowered his arm, both armies charged forward.

Hughgray was an alpha who always joined the fight last when hunting as a wolf—because the final moment, when death loomed closest, was also when the enemy resisted most fiercely and danger peaked.

Yet, when wielding a sword, he always stood at the very front, fighting alongside his knights from the battle’s beginning to its end.

“Lunch soup will be served in Tigrium’s camp!”

Ignoring the Emperor’s signal and waiting solely for Hughgray’s command, the Ulphaz knights finally heard his voice as he charged forward. Three hundred cavalrymen followed in his wake.

Assigned to the left flank, he was set to clash with Lionelden’s mercenaries on Tigrium’s right wing. Though mercenaries typically fled first when defeat became likely, they were notoriously fierce in the early stages of battle—so Hughgray expected a brutal fight.

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