Chapter 493: What Do You Say?
…Hollow Shade…The Molten Breach…
“RETREAT!!” cried a captain of the guard. He cried out as the horde of barbarians rushed the Breach and clashed against his fellow soldiers.
The majority of the city’s soldiers had been stationed at the city gates and the wall. When the wall had been breached by those flying abominations, the commanders of the barracks had quickly mustered together a little over 500 soldiers to defend the Molten Breach. They just had to hold out long enough for reinforcements to arrive from the gates and the wall.
It wasn’t enough.
Plumes of flames, stone hail, funnels of wind, bolts of lightning, encroaching vines, and all manners of spells engulfed the soldiers, ripping apart their vanguard. The guard captain watched in horror as his commanding officer was caught by thorny vines, growing right beneath her. She yelled in a panic, but her voice was quickly cut off as the vines coiled around her and the thorns pierced her throat.
The barbarian mages cast barrages of spells at full force, intent on breaking their defensive lines, and when they had, then their warriors fell upon them; wading into their midst, striking down the disoriented and fleeing with ease.
“RETREAT!!” the guard captain cried out once more. “RETREA—!” A black spear flew out of the crashing of warriors and ran through his chest, pinning him to the ground. He gasped a raspy noise.
A giant, veiled in dark armor strode up to him. He glanced down at the guard captain and his cold blue eyes met the dying drow’s. Without hesitation, the Dusk King reached down and ripped the orichalcum spear from the guard’s chest. The drow captain grimaced and choked on his own blood. The King raised his foot and slammed it over his head, breaking the neck with a loud crack.
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