Chapter 294: Battle Mage Regiment
At the southern foothills of the snow mountains, in the Staya camp.
The Wolfgar offensive was still ongoing.
Undead creatures surged forward like a relentless tide, their assault never ceasing. The defending Staya warriors, however, were long past the point of exhaustion, and the hands of most men holding weapons were trembling slightly.
More despairing still was the fact that the main force of the Wolfgar wolf cavalry had been lurking behind the undead, ready to launch a surprise attack at any moment.
The Staya camp could no longer hold.
The commander, his arm bandaged from a wound, walked hurriedly toward Freya's parents, supported by a guard. He looked at the equally anxious Callen and Isera and asked urgently, "What about Leo, Morris, and Freya? Still no news?"
Isera sighed and shook her head gently. "No, they haven't returned yet."
"Have faith in them." Callen took a deep breath, both to soothe the commander and to bolster his own spirits. "As long as they can take down Gulzan, the tide of battle will surely turn!"
"But we can't afford to wait anymore." The commander shook his head with a bitter smile, his tone growing increasingly pessimistic. "We were already besieged on all sides, and Leo and the others took the most elite transcendents with them. The enchanted potions Morris left behind are nearly gone, and the warriors are at their breaking point..."