Chapter 277: The Wolf Duke (End) The Conclusion
Lyan quickly formulated a tactical plan, his mind racing to exploit the leader’s overconfidence and the structural weaknesses of the castle. He turned to his companions, his voice steady and commanding. "We need to isolate the leader and the Duke. Use the castle’s layout to our advantage. Julius, Borton, set traps and controlled fires to funnel the undead into narrow corridors. The prince and I will lead a charge directly at the leader and the Duke."
Julius nodded, his eyes blazing with determination. "Got it. We’ll create controlled chaos." He and Borton moved swiftly, setting up traps and small fires in strategic locations. The fires crackled and roared, casting an eerie glow on the stone walls, and the traps were hidden expertly, ready to spring on the unsuspecting undead.
Lyan and Erich prepared for their daring charge. Erich’s golden flames flared brightly, casting a radiant glow around him. "Let’s end this, Lyan," he said, his voice filled with resolve.
Lyan gripped his glaive tightly, the white aura around him intensifying. "For Astellia," he replied, a fearless smile on his face.
The two charged forward, their movements synchronized and precise. They fought through the skeletal warriors, their combined magic and combat prowess cutting a path through the horde. Lyan’s glaive spun in deadly arcs, shattering bones and severing limbs with each strike. Erich’s sword blazed with golden flames, incinerating the undead that dared to stand in their way.
As they advanced, they encountered the elite guards. These foes were more skilled and better equipped, but Lyan and Erich fought with unparalleled skill. Lyan ducked under a swinging sword, his glaive coming up in a powerful thrust that pierced the guard’s chest. Erich parried a blow aimed at his head, his golden flames flaring as he countered with a quick, lethal slash.
Finally, they reached the heart of the castle, where the leader of the [Crows] and Duke Ravindor stood waiting. The Duke, a towering figure wielding a massive axe, sneered as he saw them approach. "Ah, Crown Prince Erich. I’ve been waiting for this day for a long time," he said, his voice dripping with malice.
Erich stepped forward, his eyes locked on the Duke. "Ravindor. Your treachery ends today. You will pay for your crimes against Astellia."
The Duke chuckled darkly. "Brave words, Prince. But you’re too late. And as for your companion," he glanced at Lyan, "it’s regrettable that you won’t accept my offer to join my side. Instead, you will die by my hand."
Lyan tightened his grip on his glaive, his eyes narrowing. "We’ll see about that."
The battle commenced with a fury. The Duke’s axe swung with devastating power, each blow strong enough to shatter stone. Lyan and Erich moved with agility and precision, dodging and countering the Duke’s attacks. Lyan’s glaive clashed with the axe, sparks flying with each impact.