Chapter 63 aftermath
My warhorse neighed, and my fingers morphed into halberds. I shouted, "Charge!" My warhorse sprinted; victory was within reach.
The halberd slammed into the city wall, and the gatekeepers were shocked by the immense force. I don’t know how many swings it took, but the gate was finally breached. I pushed open the gate, revealing a river of blood inside!
As my warhorse stepped into the camp, its hooves were mired in bloody mud. I finally tore through her last line of defense. Now, they were like lambs ready for slaughter. I first took care of the scattering enemies around me.
To my surprise, a wave of bare-chested enemies charged at me, fearless of death, launching a suicidal attack. However, all attacks were futile. They retreated under my onslaught.
I was about to reach the enemy’s royal tent, but the bravest, most valiant warriors surrounded it. I had expended a lot of energy breaking in, and I knew that killing the enemy leader today was wishful thinking. I let out a long sigh.
If it weren’t for that last line of defense, I would have stormed in and killed everyone in the royal court. As I left the battlefield, her side was in disarray, completely defeated. The queen watched my retreating figure, letting out a roar of frustration, her tears flowing freely.
She was so worked up that she fainted. Back at my camp, I was drenched in blood—a testament to my victory, my pride. The battle was over, and I finally exhaled.
Just then, she seemed to stir. Luckily, I had pulled my hand back in time. I pretended to be asleep, lightly snoring.
She stirred, then called out. "William. William..."
She called my name a few times. Seeing no response from me, she let out a sigh.
I realized she wanted to get out of bed, but my left hand was holding her right leg, making her hesitant to move. She murmured softly, "It’s so embarrassing. I actually dreamt of being with you."