"Chi!"
Holmoen pulled his Longsword out of the enemy's chest, and hot blood splattered all over his face.
Hoo — hoo —
He panted heavily, and the cramps in his stomach caused by hunger made him unable to straighten his back. It was unknown if it was blood or sweat, but Holmoen's vision was blurred, and he couldn't see the situation in front of him.
This battle came too suddenly and too inexplicably.
Holmoen thought that he could escape the fate of being a captive, but what awaited him wasn't an ally's acceptance, but an attack!
He couldn't figure out why the Menham Family wanted to kill them.
But he was a nameless soldier who didn't understand the situation and was powerless to change the situation. When the enemy surged forward like a flood, he had no choice but to draw his Longsword and resist.
Holmoen didn't have much combat power due to malnutrition during his captivity. His hands were as heavy as lead, and he couldn't lift them.
Under the cover of the night, Holmoen didn't know the situation on the battlefield. He only knew that his comrades were falling, and even their leader was killed.
If General Tumu wasn't at the frontline like a God of War, the released Dwarven captives would have collapsed.
But now, they were on the verge of collapse.
At this moment, Holmoen heard a faint sound behind him. He turned his head and saw the gates of Chilly Winter open again. A Fire Dragon made up of numerous torches emerged from the gates.
The Golden Lion Legion was here!
Holmoen's heart twitched. He had an ominous premonition that this would be an unforgettable night for the Dwarves.
The Golden Lion Legion wasn't in a hurry to join the battle. Instead, they leaned against the city walls and formed an orderly formation. It was as though they were waiting for the Dwarves to emerge victorious.
The commotion made the Dwarves realize that something was amiss. The Menham Family army immediately sounded the bugle call for retreat.
But at this moment, the Dawson clan's army continued to chase after them, because they wanted to rescue Marquis Dawson.
The Dwarven prisoners released from Chilly Winter collapsed to the ground as though they were deflated. They were unable to move.
In this battle, they were the ones who suffered the heaviest casualties. Of the more than fifteen thousand captives, less than half of the original number were still breathing.
It was only after the Menham Family's army had retreated that the Golden Lion Legion slowly approached.
"Put down your weapons, kneel and surrender!"
"Put down your weapons, kneel and surrender!"
…
Upon hearing such a voice, Holmsen could no longer muster up any thoughts of resistance. He immediately threw away the long saber in his hand and knelt on the ground obediently. At the same time, he sighed.
What the hell!
How did he become a captive right after being released?
— — —
The faint light of dawn gradually tore apart the darkness and gave light to the earth once again.
The armies of the Dawson family and the Menham family temporarily stopped fighting and entered a tense standoff.
In fact, Marquis Menam regretted his decision the moment he saw the Golden Lion Legion leave the city.
Although he didn't want to admit it, he understood that he had been fooled.
Thus, he led his army away from Coldwinter City and slowly retreated. At the same time, he sent an envoy to the Dawson Family's army to request for reconciliation.
At this moment, the commander of the Dawson clan's army, Wales Dawson, immediately made a request. The only possibility for reconciliation was for the Menham clan to immediately release Marquis Dawson and compensate the Dawson clan for their losses.
However, at this moment, Marquis Menam had other thoughts.
He was clear that after a night of chaotic battle, the relationship between the Dawson family and the Menham family was completely broken. Even if he followed Wales' request to release Marquis Dawson and compensate the Dawson clan for their losses, the relationship between the two families couldn't be restored.
The seed of distrust had been deeply planted, and it would be extremely difficult to eliminate it.
Once the two Dwarven families couldn't work together, they wouldn't be able to gain the upper hand against the House of Saint Hilde. After a night of chaotic battle, the exhausted Dwarven allied army might not be a match for the Golden Lion Legion.
At this moment, Marquis Menam was thinking of how to resolve the situation.
The peace terms proposed by the House of Saint Hilde weren't unacceptable to him.
Marquis Dawson seemed to have noticed something from Marquis Menham's gloomy expression. He immediately said,
Marquis Menam immediately said, "If you want to hand me over in exchange for the forgiveness of the House of Saint Hilde, you're courting death."
Marquis Menam's heart skipped a beat, and he asked in a deep voice, "Why?"
Marquis Dawson sneered, "You still don't understand? The House of Saint Hilde didn't intend to negotiate with us from the start. They can't tolerate the Dwarves establishing an independent nation on the Northern Frontier!
Therefore, they've been trying to sow discord between us, one after another!
If you hand me over, and even work with the Golden Lion Legion to defeat the Dawson family, do you think the House of Saint Hilde will let the Menham family off?
No!
They'll definitely think of a way to deal with the Menham family!
When the time comes, without the help of the Dawson family, do you think the Menham family can face the House of Saint Hilde alone? "
Marquis Menam immediately fell into silence.
Marquis Dawson saw this and immediately struck while the iron was hot, "Therefore, the Dawson family and the Menham family are bound together for good or ill!
Only if the two families work together can the Dwarves gain a foothold on the Northern Frontier! "
But Marquis Menam didn't immediately agree. Instead, he frowned and asked, "Marquis Dawson, do you think I can still trust you after last night's incident?"
Marquis Dawson took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "I can promise that if you let me go, I'll immediately withdraw my army and won't allow them to attack you!
Moreover, I can send Falco to your side! "
Marquis Menam's gaze froze, and he was slightly moved.
He knew that Count Falco was Marquis Dawson's designated successor. This action was more binding than a simple verbal promise.
But then he frowned again, "Isn't Count Falco in Chilly Winter City? He should be detained by the House of Saint Hilde. How are you going to hand him over to me? "
Marquis Dawson's eyes rolled as he immediately said, "Then Wales will do. If you let me go, I'll hand Wales over to you as a hostage."
Marquis Menam laughed and shook his head as he said, "Do you think I'm stupid? You don't care about Wales at all. Even if I kill him, you won't feel any heartache. "
Marquis Dawson said helplessly, "Then what do you want?"
Marquis Menam was deep in thought.
But at this moment, the Golden Lion Legion had caught up and was pointing their weapons at the Menham family.
On the other side, the Oman family's army had also arrived. Their target was the Dawson family's army, but the Oman family's army was only in formation and didn't have any intention of attacking. It was as though they were guarding against the Dawson family and didn't want them to act rashly.
The Golden Lion Legion had already sounded the bugle horn to attack.
Seeing this, Marquis Menam immediately ordered his army to prepare for battle. At the same time, he looked coldly at Marquis Dawson and mocked him.
"You said that you didn't have any secret contact with the House of Saint Hilde. Then why did the Golden Lion Legion attack my army and not yours?"
Marquis Dawson sighed and seemed disheartened as he said, "If you're bewitched by the House of Saint Hilde, then there's no need for us to continue working together.
The dream of the Dwarves establishing a nation, hehe, perhaps it's just like what Marquis García said. It's just a joke! "
Marquis Dawson closed his eyes in shame, as though he wasn't willing to speak anymore.
Marquis Menam's expression was uncertain, but with the enemy in front of him, he didn't have much time to think. He could only cast aside all distracting thoughts and focus on the Golden Lion Legion's attack.
Soon, the vanguards of the two armies clashed.
The sounds of battle instantly filled the wilderness.
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