HPDBC Chapter 119: Dear Wife - The Dreadful Battle
Chapter 119: Dear Wife - The Dreadful Battle
⁜ Asran POV
Asran stood silently, watching as Hod and his initial charge failed; he cursed King Stiger for not telling him the truth.
'I don't understand; how does such an old human have such power!? To fight Hod, the strongest cyclops, to death in minutes!'
Now wasn't the time to curse—Asran ordered his primary force to prepare for tomorrow's siege. Many of the undead who cast the magic from earlier mixed in with the orcs and other monsters.
Asran felt troubled because if the human, Garret Fenix, reached him... Even with his magic, that human would crush him with sheer power.
Asran looked towards Lyndwrym Fort and saw Garret Fenix and his remaining knights return to the fortress as night set in—Asran felt uneasy from sensing Garret's dense magic power.
'Hod died so easily...'
His magic was dense compared to Hod's, but that human easily defeated a Stage Five Cyclops while being weaker; Asran felt fear but did not let it overcome him.
Instead, he called all leaders to his tent—sitting on a wooden chair. He glanced towards the twenty orcs all above Stage Four.
"Tonight is the crucial moment to end Lyndwrym forever—that human has exhausted his power to defeat Hod. We must attack with an elite force of strong orcs and take their fortress by storm."
One orc asked, "And what about our casualties? With this approach, Lyndwrym has some humans above Stage Three—we may lose more lives than Lyndwrym!"
Asran sneered before laughing mockingly.
"Don't worry—it isn't your life we're fighting with. I've prepared a surprise to ensure we take down Lyndwrym tonight!"
With that, he revealed forty small black balls, each about a finger big with glowing patterns—Asran chuckled sinisterly as he stood up and spoke threateningly, "Any who fail me tonight will die instantly! Get to it! Prepare our best orcs and dark elemental mages!"
Without hesitation, he handed each Stage Four Orc two orbs before commanding, "You all have control over these—once we assault their castle walls, drop these and bring down that ugly rock!"
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Meanwhile, inside the fort, the knights and citizens that lived inside the fort city helped heal the wounded, reinforce the gates and prepare arrows and other weapons for the knights and mages.
"My lord, they will strike in the darkness. Their leader is wise, and seeing your power being drained..." Glade was having his wife clean the wound of his shoulder with pure ice and water.
"Darling, don't move. The orcish poison is still lingering in the wound!" She warned while her white hands glowed with water, healing him with magic slowly, freezing his wound so the poison would not spread further. Glade sat still without speaking more.
Garret Fenix sat in the throne room, his eyes closed, breathing calmly. His recovery was vital to the survival of his people; at first, he presumed this battle would not challenge him. However, he now understands he was wrong.
Felix Odon and Estin Calman guarded him until midnight as his mana recovered slowly.
Then, the entire fortress trembled from the explosions of the enemy's night assault.
"ATTACK!"
"ENEMY ASSAULT!"
"Knights, rally to me and protect the walls! Save the people!"
"Mages, prepare. It's time to fight, illuminate the skies, and reveal their dark tactics!" Felix Odon ordered while Garret opened his eyes slowly before standing—although recovered to half of what it once was, his magic density was enough to take action.
Although many died... the primary force was her beloved, always protected by seven shards of ice.
Glade and his knights were free to wreak havoc because of Agatha's blizzard covering them. Glade Estan rushed forward; he dodged, cut, thrust and parried deadly strikes as if dancing like Garret Fenix while dealing death wherever he passed.
Soon, the remaining Stage Fours orcs understood and scattered Glade Estan's knights—they engaged Garret Fenix, who laughed wildly, crushing orcs and destroying their ranks with ease.
Felix Odon protected his back with over twenty Stage Three knights and mages as they fought the five Stage Four human knights.
"How dare these scums attack us!?" Using his thunder magic and martial prowess, Felix Odon easily ripped orc after orc while the stage three knights protected his flanks; everyone felt exhaustion.
Garret Fenix laughed wildly before taking on two Stage Five undead mages at once—his blade moved precisely as if he knew exactly what they would do; the sword tore their magic apart and instantly counterattacked at every weak spot before evading smoothly.
"Drive them out! Repair the gate! Haa...Haa...." Garret was exhausted. He suddenly saw in the distance a sight that caused him terror.
"How did their liches get past the Mage detection barrier!?"
"Glade, Felix... Hurry..."
A dark cloud of death, the swarm of locusts, and a group-type spell had already launched towards the entire fort...
"MY LORD, LOOK OUT!"
Felix Odon saw everything.
Garret Fenix felt overwhelmed, protecting the wall; using his magic reserves, he used his mana to form a flaming wall, draining himself empty around Lyndwrym Fort. It acted as a dome that surrounded them, deflecting the locust spell before shattering.
"Lord!!!"
He stopped the locust swarm, but the barrage of the deadly group spell approached like a dark tsunami.
'Ophelia...'
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"By your holy grace, dare you let my husband fall? I will shatter the heavens and slaughter the gods themselves!"
A beautiful yet foul voice sounded like a song... a chant of over fifty women... a sudden feeling of light erupted... The light was so intense the night became day, with the moon illuminated by the glowing light.
Ophelia and fifty light elemental mages rode towards Lyndwrym, with Ophelia standing on her horse as she cursed the gods for her beloved husband.
"Fell the force of our divine radiance!"
—Barrier to negate all evil!
"Sister Ophelia!"
"My dear wife!? The gods will get angry!"