Chapter 94: The Battle of Carles 2
Upstairs, the soldiers who had climbed through the windows met an even worse fate. The moment their boots touched the wooden floors, shadows descended upon them—Northem warriors striking with silent efficiency. One by one, they fell unconscious before they could even draw their swords.
The few remaining soldiers who were yet to scale the walls felt that something was amiss. Why did they not hear the sound of metal clashing? Were the Northem soldiers too incapacitated that they couldn’t even cry out?
Then—an agonized scream tore through the silence.
"RETREAT! It is a TRAP!"
A few soldiers still outside the walls turned on their heels and sprinted for the open gates. But death followed swiftly—arrows whistling through the air, striking them down one by one.
Atop the town hall, a soldier reported breathlessly, "General, two escaped."
General Odin exhaled calmly. "Let them go. Their commanders will soon know they have walked into a trap. Round up the unconscious ones and lock them inside a room."
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From the dimly lit interior of a shop facing the town hall, Mayor Roder Fuerte stood rigid, his breath shallow as he watched the last remnants of the Estalis forces crumble. The few soldiers who had managed to escape the bloodbath outside staggered through the back door, their faces etched with exhaustion and terror.