Chapter 73
Third Person’s POV
Tears streamed down her face as she said. “I’m doing this for you On the battlefield, we must be prepared for sacrifices. Their deaths will be compensated for by the royal family. What’s wrong with that?”
Ulrik’s heart turned cold at her words. “They didn’t need to die like this. The Ironthorn Army is the main force. Our role is to support them. Even by my side, you could have had them load stones instead of sending them to their deaths.”
Ignoring the chaos, Ellen barked, “Ironthorn troops only on the ladders! Knock off anyone else!”
The Ironthorn soldiers, initially stunned, regained their senses and began climbing again.
They pushed down any non–Ironthorn warriors, reducing casualties and giving others a chance to survive. Though some still fell, at least they weren’t pierced through the heart and had a chance to survive. Seeing the situation somewhat under control, Ulrik shoved Velda aside. “Go cry somewhere else.
He rushed to the catapults. “Keep loading and launching stones!”
Velda wiped her tears, a gleam of ferocity in her eyes.
She ordered her troops to retreat, planning to charge after the city gate was breached.
She was determined to steal Adelaide’s glory and make Ulrik regret his actions.
Unaware of the ladder–related chaos, Lance and Adelaide focused on eliminating the archers.
However, Solanke had ample reinforcements and arrows.
Although they couldn’t stop the arrows completely, they reduced their density.
Lance needed to open the gate but required cover–a task not feasible for one person.
Only he and Adelaide possessed the strength to open the heavy, double–reinforced iron gate. Paisley and others couldn’t do it alone.
Darkclaw Town’s gate was thick and reinforced with two layers of heavy iron, making it extremely difficult
to open.
Lance wouldn’t risk Adelaide’s safety.
After taking out several archers and waiting for the shift change, Lance approached Adelaide and whispered, “Cover me. I’m going to open the gate.”
Adelaide glanced at Lance, his face covered in enemy blood. “Yes, sir!”
On the cruel battlefield, Lange sprinted to the gate like a meteor.
Adelaide shielded him with her silver spear as Paisley and others eliminated nearby archers.
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Ironthorn soldiers on the battlements formed a protective barrier around Lance and Adelaide with their shields , while spearmen provided cover from behind.
Their well–drilled coordination created a protective shield.
They were well–trained, and such offense and defense had already formed muscle mentory.
Soon, they swarmed around Lance and Adelaide, surrounding them like a iron barrel.
Catapults continued launching stones, keeping the enemy at bay.
Even Ulrik was surprised by the seamless cooperation between him and Adelaide.
He ordered a halt to the log–based gate–breaching efforts and had everyone prepare to charge once the gate was open.
Velda composed herself, eagerly awaiting the city’s fall.
When the gate finally opened, werewolf warriors flooded in.
Solanke, from the Western Tribes, who commanded the battle from the highest point, did not order his forces to continue defending.
He stared at one spot, but the battlefield was so crowded that he couldn’t spot Velda.
However, he wasn’t anxious at all because he knew that he wasn’t the only one watching Velda – it was all the werewolves from the Western Tribes that he had brought with him.
They had devoted a great deal of manpower and resources, and their primary goal was Velda.
No matter where she hid, she would definitely be found.
The city gates flew open, and werewolf warriors poured in like a flood.
Ever since the siege began, every household had locked their doors and hidden.
The warriors of the Dragon Ash Kingdom had oppressed the local wolves for years.
Despite knowing that breaking the city would mean more battles, the locals hoped for victory and the expulsion of the invaders.
Velda entered with other warriors and soon charged to the front.
She wasn’t the only female fighter but was the sole wolf in a Gamma cloak, which was custom–made and highly visible.
Solanke and his Western Tribes‘ wolves spotted her immediately.
Their plan targeting her was set in motion–a squad she was chasing was deliberately retreating.
Keen to exploit this, Velda pursued them.
Ulrik saw this and shouted, “Velda, don’t chase them!”
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He sensed something was wrong.
The entire city was a battleground, the outcome uncertain, and the enemy hadn’t signaled retreat.
The
retreat had
to be
a trap.
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