Dilder was escorted to the entrance of the main camp, he stood on top of the wall and looked down.
He recognized Walloon.
Dilder didn't have a good impression of the stubborn bastard who made him lose face multiple times.
So, once the chance presented itself, Dilder made his move without a second thought.
But …
"A useless bastard!"
Dilder commented on the aide in his heart, the smile on his face getting more natural.
Although Walloon didn't die before, this time, he would be dead for sure and he would die in Dilder's hands.
Once the thought of killing Walloon with his own hands came into his mind, Dilder couldn't hold back the joy in his heart. With the joy, Dilder looked at Kieran who was fighting beside Walloon.
Then, Dilder furrowed his brows.
He had heard countless rumors about the peasant eldest son of the Burning Family.
Although they were close to Supreme Road, news about Dawn City was something the noble lords were unusually concerned about.
Especially Kieran, who had an illustrious reputation in Dawn City.
"The peasant eldest son of the Burning Family with outstanding talents, skilled in swordsmanship, proficient in medicinal knowledge and a little knowledge in astrology, how could he look so normal?"
Dilder couldn't help but shake his head.
A normal face and not handsome enough for Kieran obviously didn't fit the noble circle's standards of beauty.
Dilder, who was good at judging a book by its cover, lost the last bit of interest in Kieran as well.
"He's a dead man anyway!
I wonder if you, who are skilled in astrology, have ever thought about your own death date?
"That lord has always wanted your head!"
Dilder thought with malicious intent.
Then, he pretended to say, "Welcome envoy 2567!"
"Welcome envoy 2567!"
The messenger repeated.
Voice after voice, it sounded like waves, wave after wave, spreading down the mountain.
A group of soldiers raised their shields up high, the swords in their hands were knocking on the shields in an orderly manner.
Pak!
Pak Pak Pak!
Pak Pak Pak Pak!
The rhythm of a battle song resounded on the city wall. A group of more than 20 soldiers armed with crossbows silently appeared behind these soldiers. Using an extremely hidden method, they aimed their arrows at the basket that had fallen on the ground.
Without a doubt, the moment Kieran entered the basket was the moment the arrow would fall.
"An undignified death."
"However, it's enough for the eldest son of a concubine!"
As Dilder watched Kieran slowly approach the hanging basket, the image of Kieran's tragic death unconsciously appeared in his mind.
Then, Dilder's vision went blurry.
Kieran, who was approaching the basket, suddenly disappeared from his sight.
"Where is he?"
Deirdre was stunned.
But right after that, he saw Kieran again, and his … back.
Crack.
The crisp sound of their necks being broken was still echoing in the air, followed by two miserable cries.
"Ahhhhh!"
"Ahhhhh!"
The nominal commander and deputy commander of the South camp were kicked off the wall by Kieran. After they landed on the ground, their agonizing cries stopped abruptly.
A person infected with the wolf plague would experience a qualitative change in their body.
Their strength, speed, and physique would far surpass ordinary people.
However, it didn't mean they were unkillable.
Once they surpassed a certain limit, they would be no different than a common man.
The sudden scene silenced the top of the wall.
The soldiers who knocked on their shields looked at Kieran blankly.
The soldiers with bows and arrows were at a loss of what to do.
Weren't they supposed to ambush Kieran?
How did the three leaders die so easily?
Out of instinct, their swords, bows, and arrows were pointed at Kieran.
Kieran was calm when he saw the shining swords and arrows. He glanced over the infected soldiers and said word by word.
"Warrior Kenda once faced a group of 20 bandits alone. He paid the price of being heavily wounded but managed to kill all of them, allowing the merchant group to escape from danger."
"Scout Armon, when he faced the slave traders from Golden City, he calmly dealt with the situation. He didn't just deliver the news, he even bought enough time for the main force."
"First Lieutenant Rhys, the most delightful thing about you is that you aren't afraid of power. You were brave enough to stand up for your comrades when the noble general scolded you rudely."
"And …"
Kieran's tone was calm and not loud but every single word entered the soldiers' ears. Those soldiers whose names were called out were stunned on the spot. They looked at Kieran in astonishment. They never thought the things that they had almost forgotten would be mentioned by a stranger.
"Your merits!"
"Your glory!"
"Not a single one of you forgot!"
"You are the ones who forgot!"
"Time is the scariest thing!"
"It made you forget the vows you made when you joined Burning Dawn!"
"It also made you forget the initial hot-bloodedness!"
"It will also make you run away from the beliefs in your heart!"
"But some won't!"
"Before coming here, the soldiers at the outpost station weren't like this. Even if they were to die, they would defend their positions. They used the weapons in their hands to resist the bandits, they used the shields in their hands to protect the traveling merchants. They knew what they shouldered … Burning Dawn!"
"Amidst the blazing flames, under the light of dawn, Saint Cyanda will never be dim!"
"Have you forgotten this sentence?"
"Look at the badge on your armor and touch the tattoo on the back of your neck!"
"The sun that rises from the blazing flames!"
"It is branded on your neck, telling you that Burning Dawn will never bow down!"
The calm words slowly turned sonorous and powerful, as if it was knocking on the soldiers' hearts. They unconsciously looked at the badge on their armor, shields, and weapons.
They unconsciously touched the tattoo on the back of their neck.
Their eyes slowly turned blurry.
"B-But the wolf plague …"
One of the soldiers muttered almost instinctively.
His voice wasn't loud but everyone around heard him. Kieran looked at the soldier right away and the soldier immediately tensed up.
"You are Perdal, from Shatterstone Town?"
Kieran asked in a gentle tone.
"Yes, sir!"
The soldier replied right away.
"I am the current security officer of Shatterstone Town, a pitiful man who gave up his family name in exchange for a small chance in the eyes of the nobles.
They thought I was crazy! "
"They thought I was an idiot!"
"But I still did it!"
"Because I wish to see the place where my ancestors fought!"
"I wish to rely on my own strength to regain the glory of my ancestors!"
"Are you all willing to come with me?"
Kieran then raised his hands. His left hand was burning with blazing flames and his right hand was shining with white radiance.
It instantly caused the soldiers to cry out in shock.
"Burn!"
"Dawn!"
Cries of shock sounded one after another.
However, what truly shocked the soldiers was what happened next.
They saw Kieran's body grow bigger, his hands turned into claws, his mouth bulged out and his black crow feathered mantle turned into white fur.
A werewolf with blazing flames and radiance in his hands appeared before the soldiers.
"You all are infected with the wolf plague!"
"Me too!"
"But I will not willingly become the sacrificial lamb in the power struggle of the nobles!"
"I will save myself!"
"Now, are you all willing to come with me?"
Kieran in his werewolf form asked loudly.
The soldiers looked at each other in confusion. Perdal was the first to stand up.
"Yes!"
The soldier from Shatterstone Town answered loudly.
"Yes!"
"Yes!"
"Yes!"
More soldiers stood up. They saw Kieran in his werewolf form without hiding his true identity. One after another, the infected and restless wildness in their bodies were removed.
Then, a half-man half-wolf monster appeared on top of the town wall.
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