Chapter 206 - The Last Bastion
On a distant battlefield, far from the sacred halls and the floating towers, a brutal scene was unfolding on the attack route of the Iron Legion’s First Vanguard Division.
The sound of steel, cries of pain, and the smell of fresh blood dominated the air. Before a walled military citadel, with eight-meter-high ramparts and defended by Milis’s knights and archers, the Iron Legion advanced with fury.
Milis’s defenders resisted bravely, their arrows flying like swarms and their spears holding the line. For a moment, it seemed that the mass of beasts, demons, and humans would be stopped by the small fortress.
The Milisian commanders exchanged confident glances—they believed this might finally be the chance to halt the enemy armies’ advance.
But then, from among the trees, two figures emerged with terrifying speed. They passed the Legion’s soldiers like dark blurs and, with a single powerful leap, vaulted over the wall.
They were two enormous Ebony Wolves. Upon one rode the small red‑haired dwarf, Rufus, wielding a massive hammer. Upon the other was the beastly half‑deer Garrison, his serene eyes and silver spear gleaming in the sun.
The collision was blood‑soaked.
Skoll, the wolf ridden by Garrison, sank his fangs into the enemy’s armor and, with claws sharp as swords, tore apart all in his path.
In one bound, Garrison separated from the wolf and landed inside the citadel, spinning his spear and unleashing a massacre among Milis’s unsuspecting soldiers.
Every thrust was lethal, every strike carved a bloody void in the defense line.
Meanwhile, Rufus also jumped from Geri. The wolf itself was already a force of destruction, tearing armor and crushing skulls with its paws.