Ayt was so scared that he could not move. He could only watch as the monster turned its head to look at him. He could even see the mucus dripping from its grayish-brown fangs.
"Don't worry. I won't eat you. Ow." The monster suddenly spoke in a muffled human voice, which almost made Ayt scream. "Oh my god, this thing can talk!"
What surprised him even more was that a woman jumped down from the monster's back and walked to Bronze Mountain. She turned him over and felt him for a while. "This guy is still alive. Maggie, take him to Nana."
"Ow!" The monster seemed to understand her words. It raised its two front claws and grabbed the captain. It flapped its wings again and flew away. The strong airflow made Ayt unable to open his eyes. When the wind and snow stopped, he squinted his eyes and looked up. There was no one on top of the city wall, as if everything that had happened was just a dream.
"No, it's not a dream... The woman is still here!"
The top of the city wall was pitch-black. He could only see her figure roughly. There was no light around, but her pupils were emitting a strange golden light, like stars in the night sky.
"Who, who are you?"
"Reinforcements." The woman's answer stunned him.
"What... what?" Ayt felt that even a dream would be more real than this. "Are you here to help me?"
"This is His Highness Roland's order." She squatted down and found a long sword from the flattened corpse. She waved it casually, ignoring the blood and flesh on it.
Ayt felt something churning in his stomach. He retched twice, but nothing came out except acid. At this moment, shouts came from below the city tower again. It was obvious that the commotion caused by the giant beast and the terrifying roar had shocked the enemy. However, it was only a shock. They couldn't see the shocking scene happening on top of the city wall. When the commotion subsided, they began to move again.
"The Highness you mentioned... is it the Prince of Border Town?" he asked, wiping the corner of his mouth and gasping.
"Besides him, is there anyone else named Roland?" The black-haired woman started to look for weapons on another body. Ainte turned his head away and did not want to see what she was doing.
"But Border Town is at least three days away from here... How could His Highness know about the noble rebellion so quickly?" Ainte swallowed his saliva. "And that monster was..."
"That's not a monster, but a witch who saved you." Her tone turned cold. "I don't have time to answer your questions. Just stay here quietly."
Without the obstruction of the muskets, the enemy successfully climbed up the city wall. The flickering light of the torches lit up again, but when they found that there was only a woman standing in front of them, they were all stunned.
But very quickly, this stalemate was broken by a low, malicious laughter.
Ai Te naturally understood the meaning behind the laughter.
"All of you, pay attention. Don't get tricked by these bastards."
"Don't worry, boss. We'll keep an eye on him for you, but later …"
"When I'm done, it'll be yours."
"Hehe … no problem."
"Quick, come back to me!" Ainte struggled to get up from the ground, but what happened next left him dumbfounded.
A silver light flashed and the laughter stopped abruptly.
The leading enemy was cut in half by the long sword. Even his shield and leather armor could not block the blade. He did not even see how the woman did it.
When the two halves of the body fell down with blood spurting, everyone's smile froze on their faces.
However, this was just the beginning.
The black-haired woman took a step forward and swung her sword horizontally. He could not see her movements clearly, but Ainte heard a series of sounds of flesh scraping and bones breaking.
Before the remaining three could react, their abdomens were cut open.
Their intestines came out and mixed with blood, spilling all over the ground.
"You..." Ainte opened his mouth but did not know what to say.
The woman looked back at him and said, "Go and gather the rest of your companions on top of the wall. Someone will come to pick you up later." Then she jumped down the city wall.
This section of the city wall was at least 30 feet high! Enduring the pain all over his body, he scrambled to the edge of the city wall and looked down. He saw that the crowd below had turned into a pot of boiling water. The woman was rampaging, sweeping everything in her way. She swung her weapon up and down like harvesting wheat, cutting down anyone who dared to stand in front of her.
In less than a quarter of an hour, the enemy collapsed.
They had never seen such a terrible opponent. She was faster than a snow wolf and stronger than a grizzly bear. No one could survive a round of her sword. They could not avoid or block her attacks. The subordinates of the nobles all fled. The siege had been broken by one person.
She chased after the fleeing crowd, leaving a path of blood behind. Ainte sat on the ground, feeling cold sweat soaking his back.
Was this the power of a witch?
But no matter what... he survived!
*
Dozens of bonfires lit up the surroundings of the Stronghold castle. The people of the four families had surrounded the place tightly.
After a day and a night of fighting, the second floor of the castle had also been conquered. The rebels of the Honeysuckle Family had now retreated to the top floor, suffering from hunger and fear.
Looking at the towering castle in front of him, Jacques Medde felt a trace of excitement in his heart.
After his father's death, he had come all the way back from King's City to inherit the Earl's title. And now, he had a chance to go further.
His Majesty Timothy's secret letter mentioned that if he could control Longsong Stronghold for King's City, the army of King's City would come here when the snow melted to suppress the rebel king, Roland Wimbledon. As long as he could completely eradicate the rebel king's forces, it was possible to let him manage the Western Region.
Plus, he would get a share of the territory of the Earl of Honeysuckle. By then, he would become a duke!
Duke Medde, what a wonderful title.
And this castle would also be his permanent residence in the future.
"My Lord, the sixth attack team has retreated," a Knight came over and reported. "They said the enemy's gunfire has become much less frequent. Should we send the armored team?"
Jacques Medde nodded and said, "Go ahead and arrange it."
The so-called armored team was a team specially set up to deal with firearms, usually consisting of three or four people. The two of them held a wooden shield that was made of several layers of iron sheets and was able to cover their whole body. In the middle of the shield, there was a lookout slot and a shooting hole for the gunners on their side to return fire. In order to make a few more of these shields, he reluctantly tore apart more than ten pieces of knight armor. Of course, the thick iron shields also had a weakness that they were not easy to move. When going up and down the stairs, they could easily become the enemy's target.
"Fortunately, the Honeysuckle Family won't be able to hold on for much longer." Jacques sneered in his heart. Although the other party's reaction was unexpectedly fast and they had already sent some of the patrolling soldiers and knights into the castle before the allied forces of the four families charged into the fortress, there were still less than a hundred of them.
It would take several days for the news to reach the ears of Prince Roland.
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