Chapter 48
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Victor had long held a grudge against him, but over the past three years of attritional warfare, his team had suffered seventy percent casualties. They now relied on chewing ice grass roots to stanch bleeding, lacking even healing potions.
Without the Western Tribes‘ aid, Frostbite and Darkclaw Towns would eventually fall.
“Enough yapping!” Victor crushed the Frostwolf horn at his waist with his wolf claw. “Aim the crossbows at the one wielding the gilt blade–take out Alpha Lance, and his wolves will scramble like headless direwolves!”
War drums thundered as Alpha Lance’s undermanned force of two hundred thousand clashed with the enemy’s four hundred thousand.
The moment drums shattered the morning mist, battleflags and totems collided.
Adelaide trusted Lance’s gambit and focused on securing food and supplies to prevent the enemy from burning them on retreat
Halbert’s wolf claw slapped the frost–coated ground, his fang necklace clinking as he ran. “Three miles to go! That brine cellar reeks sweeter than Paisley’s mithril dagger!”
“Save your strength for fighting! ” Adelaide’s wolf ears caught distant war cries. Her silver spear spun, “After we seize the food stores, you can each have half a strip of jerky–but first, anyone who stops is a coward!”
They reached the supply depot before dawn.
Adelaide’s silver spear punched through the iron door. The Dragon Ash guards barely had time to lift their warhammers before her blade slit their throats.
Warm blood spattered her goggles, but she grinned, fangs bared.
Her mentor’s words echoed, “Strike the carotid–encimy drops in ten heartbeats” Her spes moved so fast, enemies‘ hearts stopped on the third beat.
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“Paisley! Blow the back door! Angela ! Guard the depot!” She kicked aside a Dragon Ash wolf, her spear tip lifting a rock-hard slab of deer meat. “Halbert! Smash open the brine cellar–I want every wolf pup on the battlefield gnawing on jerky!”
But laughter was cut short by
approaching hoofbeats.
were after it
The enemy, realizing Lance’s forces food depot, dispatched twenty thousand soldiers there .
Adelaide led three thousand wolves against them, with her five–person team the backbone.
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After two hours of grueling combat, most foes were slain, the rest fleeing.
Of Adelaide’s original three thousand, only a thousand remained, having fought with every ounce of strength to eliminate the majority of the enemy.
Exhausted, they collapsed, gasping for breath.
Sweat and blood streamed down their faces, freezing quickly in the bitter cold.
The intense heat from battle gave way to piercing cold.
“Adelaide…… Halbert panted, frost on his lashes, “Do we just stay here and guard, not helping them fight?”
“Alpha Lance ordered us to secure the food depot–that’s where we stay,” Adelaide replied.
Adelaide leaned against the wall, her golden armor breached by two wounds. Though not bleeding, the cold and sticky sensation was tormenting.
She scanned her team–tattered armor, a sorry sight after the fierce fight.
“Everyone alright?” she asked.
Paisley shook his head, too drained to speak.
Bodies lay around them–enemies and comrades alike–leaving all five feeling sad and grief- stricken.
As the enemy launched another assault, Adelaide leaped up, roaring, ‘Here they come again- fight!
Another fierce battle ensued, leaving only carnage and bloodshed.
Finally, most enemies at the food depot were defeated, with no more reinforcements coming.
They collapsed, too tired to even breathe properly.”
After what felt like an eternity, drums and shouts announced the enemy’s retreat and their victory.
Adelaide and her team, stationed at the food depot, heard the cheers and knew Lance had secured a major win. Adelaide’s nerves, taut as battlestrings, slowly relaxed.
Alpha Lance is as legendary as they say,
as they say, Adelaide shivered, her lips trembling in the cold.
“The Dragon Ash Kingdom’s been defeated. We’ll finally have meat to eat, Halbert’s round face froze in a stiff grin, his hands rubbing together in joy.
Adelaide leaped up. “Let’s go!”
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Alpha Lance, bloodied but unbowed, strode into Frostbite Town with his gilt blade on his back.
The town, once under Dragon Ash control, now had no lord.
The supply depot was filled with grain and meat, and the wolves could finally eat their fill.
During the Dragon Ash occupation, houses had been built, sparing the wolves from tent life.
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