Chapter 39: Glory

"Makes the enemy shudder when he hears it. ”

- Vincent Haida

On the Wolf Castle, Archie looked at the mighty army in the distance, and his heart was extremely heavy, the number of the Carkaman army was far more than they estimated, although he didn't know where they came from, so many people, but Archie knew that he would almost be able to hold so many troops with Wolf Castle and Fort Gabriel, and once the other party besieged the city, he was likely to be trapped here.

There is a road in the mountains and forests behind the Wolf Castle that can quickly catch up with the pace of the retreating army of Eternal Night City, Archie has ordered all the residents to start evacuating, and it is not surprising that the other party will besiege the city in a day or two, and if he does not come at this time, he should be preparing to settle in Eternal Night City, which has been empty.

Walking down the city wall Archie returned to the house, Grebe was lying on the bed, his left shoulder was wrapped in red gauze, the wound was very worse, Greif had frostbite when he arrived at Wolfsburg, and the Wolfsburg bachelor said that only if he did not amputate his leg, Grebe would definitely die.

Archie cut off Greever's arm with a sharp sword, and the soldier used a red-hot soldering iron to stop Gregor's blood, but now the stench of the blackened wound was disgusting, Archie knew that the person in this situation was basically hopeless, and looked at Grevor's pale face Archie sighed.

"If you have time to sigh there, why don't you get me some wine. Grebe stretched out his arm weakly to get the wine glass, but the wooden wine glass could not be picked up, the moment he left the table, Grebe felt that the light wine glass seemed to be extremely heavy in his hand, I don't know if he couldn't exert his strength, or if there was a problem with his senses, in short, the glass rolled to the ground.

"The bachelor says you can't drink. Archie picked up the cup and sat down on the edge of Grevor's bed.

Grave snorted and smiled, "Do you look like a saved man, pour me wine." ”

Archie took the ambulance from the table and poured it to Gregor, looked at Grevor's hand that had flown so hard to reach out to catch the glass, shook his head, sighed and raised the glass to Grevor's mouth.

"What are you doing?" Grave ducked back, "If you want to feed, you have to find a girl, what are you feeding? He grinned, and it didn't matter what jokes the dying man was making.

"No women. Archie gave him a blank look: "The civilians and all the women and children have withdrawn, we can't hold the Wolf Castle, although the Kakamans don't have any siege equipment, but there are too many of them." ”

"You have to go, leave a good hand to help me, I'll defend the city, you have to take the cavalry to find Rhodok, Kakaman's cavalry was killed by me that night, they don't have many cavalry if they want to pursue, we can wear them down with infantry. Grave raised his head with effort, "These cavalry are our biggest capital at present, we can't fold here, and it's useless to stay, is it okay to use cavalry to defend the city." ”

"I don't need to say this, but you also have to go with us, I have people I trust to defend the city, and they will definitely fight until the last moment. Archie said.

Grave shook his head and looked at himself self-deprecatingly: "Look at me like this, I have to be bumped to death before I leave the city, you can do well, just make me comfortable for a while." ”

Looking at Gregor's eyes, Archie's heart tightened for no reason, he didn't say anything and got up and walked out, Grave was telling the truth, Archie knew, but this didn't mean that Archie was willing to accept all this.

Archie, who had come to the city, looked at the retreating civilians and hit the cypress wooden promenade railing hard, damn Kakaman.

Night soon came, and a large number of soldiers and cavalry under the leadership of Archie followed the civilians and quietly disappeared into the mountains and forests behind Wolf Castle.

Graver fell asleep, and the old bachelor stayed by Grevor's side, he was the good hand that Archie left for Gregor, no one was higher than the old bachelor in terms of prestige and loyalty, not to mention that he took the initiative to find Archie is determined and angry.

The old bachelor used the herbs to change Grevor's wounds, and before going to bed, Greif drank a lot of poppy milk, which made him feel no pain. The old bachelor looked at the pitch-black wound and was ruthless, took a red-hot knife and began to cut rotting flesh on Grevor's flesh, the white gas that rose when the fiery red blade touched the skin carried the smell of human flesh, and the old bachelor who was forced to vomit tried to make his movements as fast as possible.

The next day, when it was almost noon, the lazy soldiers defending the city appeared at the head of the city, each of them was the most elite and loyal veterans of the Wolf Castle, although there were only about a hundred people, but the defense of the city did not depend on the number of people. As veterans, they knew that the Kakamans would not attack the city so quickly, except for the sentry post, everyone was busy sleeping, and the moment they stayed, they already knew their fate, and there were no cowards who were afraid of life and death in the North Ridge.

When Kakaman's army was clearly visible, soldiers came to tell the old master. When the soldier arrived, the old bachelor was lying on a table next to Grevor, and Greif sat on the bed with his eyes open, looking at the soldier who had just come in and was about to speak, but was silenced by the strange atmosphere in the room.

"He's dead. Grave said, looking at the old bachelor.

The old bachelor was indeed dead, and the moment Grebe woke up, he saw that the pale face could only be found by a dead person.

Greif couldn't help but feel sad and amused when he looked at the old bachelor who had died in a coma, the old man was about to shed the last drop of blood for the home he had lived in for the rest of his life, but he died in a coma, but he, the dying man, was back to his spirit.

It may be that the messenger of the god of light got drunk last night and took the old bachelor away by mistake. looked at the soldier who had tested the old bachelor's snort and asked him to bring him some porridge, but the soldier did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly went to find it. There would have been no one to cook for a long time, and the departing lord had left them enough cooked food to eat, all big fish and meat, but the soldier was not stupid, and he also knew that Grevor's physical condition was not suitable for eating meat at the moment.

After the soldier went out, Grave kicked his leg, which seemed to have regained some strength, and sat up with his hands on the bed. After feeling it, he slowly twisted his waist and moved his legs off the bed and stood up. He looked at the old bachelor lying there, and picked up his long sword, which was leaning against the wall.

"Since the God of Light doesn't accept me, it seems that we can't lose today, at least I can't die. Grave muttered to himself.

When Grevor, who had been re-dressed in battle armor with the help of the soldiers, appeared at the head of the city, the soldiers looked at the one-armed adult, who was left to die, and everyone knew that he suddenly appeared at the head of the city, although he was missing an arm and walked slowly, but he did not look very weak.

Grave laughed and patted the soldier on the shoulder, hammering the soldier's breastplate. Walking up to the city, he looked at the Kakaman army in formation, and said to himself, "Come on." ”