Chương 456: Chapter 455: Retreat

Stone Thud! I landed on the roof of the house, which is in front of the gates of the city, on which Rynra is standing. I didn't move any further. I just stood there, watching her, despite every part of me wanting me to sleep. The compulsion is so heavy, that I would fall a speed standing if I kept my eyes open for more than a second. Her horde is around me, but so are my people. If they move toward me, my people will stop them. The only person who could stop me and that Rynra Throne.

Also, Wayne, but currently, he did truly seem to break off with the undead. I hope she didn't attack. My injuries may look healed, and they are in common sense, but I am not capable of fighting her. Her conditions aren't that good either. She is completely drained of her reserves, and she has used that spell to the limit, absorbing mana from the undead. This means now, unless she drinks a mana potion of emotion essence, she will not be able to fill her reserve. She likely won't do that.

The potion of emotion essence is rare even for her and powerhouses drink it only when their life is in danger. It is a thing that could help them cheat death. Here, her life isn't in danger, but if she uses that potion, she might have time to get her hands on things that produce key ingredients for that potion. So, it is hard to predict what she will do, and her expressions didn't make it easy to see that.

I also kept my expressions unreadable and looked directly at her with the halberd in my hand while my army fought against the horde. The armies are now concentrated on the southern side, both horde and my army moved the battle here. She had a good plan. Cutting communication, hiding the undead in houses and sewers. I don't want to say it, but if not for Wayne, we wouldn't have been able to do so well. We might have lost the battle. It was the information provided by Wayne, that had helped us.

Still, it didn't seem to be enough to make her retreat. She is still fighting with us. It's why it's important to tell her, that she won't win this battle. No matter what she does. Minutes passed, and sides were fighting, with people being killed every minute. A lot of people died already, not just soldiers, but also officers. Even the powerhouses of Lv. 30+ aren't spared. A smile appeared on my face suddenly, while her expression turned bad. A level 30+ died, and it had been killed by none other than Orok.

The young man is really good, despite his state and difference in level, he is killing them. He is heavily injured, but the priest is helping him as he kills the enemies. It was a wise decision to give his team a healer. I was not sure about the decision, seeing the few priests we have. We had an advantage in the battle, and the death of every enemy powerhouse increased that advantage further. This story has been stolen from Royal Road.

If you read it on Amazon, please report it I have divided powerhouses as such, that, it is harder to kill them. Setting them to fight against the enemies, that they could kill. It couldn't have been possible before, but we now have the numerical advantage in powerhouses, with many of them dead or surrendered. I had just thought that when another enemy powerhouse surrendered, making her expressionless face twitch. The very next second, I sensed another thing that made the small smile on my face turn into a grin. …

Rynra Throne'I quit the undead kingdom,' he declared before cutting the spell. Now, it had become so clear. It's all because of that bastard Wayne. He betrayed the undead kingdom. I really want to curse those bastards at Port. If they had told me, he was a traitor, I would have dealt with him myself before the battle. Instead, they only summoned him and asked to keep an eye on him. The summons might have been for any kind of thing.

From being a spy at worst to being the one able to provide information about someone or something or something else less serious. If they had been forthright about the information. I wouldn't have been looking at the defeat. The bastard had been playing battle. I didn't suspect him, till I asked him to come to me to attack the elder blood together. First, he made excuses. When I forced him, he replied directly with defection.

Saying I am angry right now would be a great understatement of the emotions, I am feeling, but I controlled those emotions. It is a battle, and they have no place in it. I looked at the elder blood, looking at me with a grin. I want to knock those out of his mouth. He seemed healed. There is not a single injury on his face, everything is healed. The only thing sign of injury is the paleness of his body. He must have drunk an essence healing potion, and seeing how quickly he began to move.

It's very likely a Grade IV. Even I don't have a Grade IV potion. All three of my essence potions are Grade III. I want to drink them and attack him, but that is risky. I am pretty sure, that he had not recovered fully, despite drinking the potion. It might have healed him, but recovering his strength wouldn't be easy. The strength of elder blood couldn't be recovered from drinking potions. It needs time or those particular things, which are very hard to get.

One needs to have specific connections to get to those people who could produce them. The thing is, he might have recovered his energy, but he might have his physical strength. He had defended against it with his physical body. I have potions, but not enough to be sure, that I will be able to kill him. With the traitor in the fray and the enemies coming at me, it will be hard for me to survive. Since I won't have much mana to deal with them. Even now, my mana is very slowly recovering.

Trickle by trickle, which isn't enough. Hun!

"Bastard!" a curse couldn't help but appear in my mouth as I sensed the thing, the traitor did. The traitor had not only detected. He is now attacking the people that used to be on his side. He had just killed a Lv. 30 warrior. Something, I had not thought he would not dare to do. By doing it, he had crossed all the lines. The undead kingdom would not leave him alive.

"Retreat!" I commanded. There is no other choice than to do this. The traitorous bastard joining the enemy, immediately made things dangerous. Not only for the horde but also for me. He is the only person aside from elder-blood, that could survive against me. Unlike elder blood, who will fight and survive. This bastard will run and survive. Though if he joined elder-blood. Things could turn tricky for me. The horde began to come toward me and the elder-blood did the smart thing I had expected.

He made his army stop attacking, giving the horde a clear road to retreat. Shame filled my heart for calling a retreat, but I had no choice. Though I have good reason to blame someone, and I am going to do it. The moment I got out, of this communication, a blockade covered the city. It is not strong, I could break it, but I rather not waste mana on it. I will need it. Since I planned to return very soon. ….

Stone"I will be returning very soon, elder-blood," Her declaration rang through the city before she humped from the gate. Her horde had already got out of the city, and she was the last one and that threat was very real. She could return to the city in a few hours with the new horde coming and I will have to make sure, to them see that it will be a futile attempt. Till then, I am not allowed to sleep. I hope I will be able to hold it back.

The compulsion from the elder blood is getting stronger by the minute, but I will resist it. I have to resist it for the Lord, the city, my men, and especially for her.

"I asked them to come and also this is the latest intelligence," said Jon as he appeared beside me. I had sent him out of the city toward the mages we kept outside of the communication blockade. Something, I don't want to remove, for at least an hour more. The first is to call our people. The healers, priests, administrators along with other people. We had brought them, but they were behind. They couldn't fight and bringing them wasn't wise. We had kept back, but now we defeated the undead. We need them.

Especially healers. There are a lot of injured people; some are in serious condition. We are stabilizing their conditions with healers and potions we have, but we need them as, unlike the healers in the city. They are not tired and would be able to save a lot of lives. I turned to intelligence and except for one thing, everything else was within the expectation.