Chương 773: Chapter 772: Next Order

Leonas Cardin"They have breached through the gate, Daphus," I said to the man, who looked like he had eaten something bad. I didn't have to tell him what it means. He had been part of such battles before. A city is much easier to defend behind its walls. Once the gates are breached, things become significantly more difficult.

"Don't be too optimistic, Cardin. The battle is far from over." He replied and swung his spear toward me; we had been fighting for minutes and using everything we had. The battle is at a standstill, but I am injured; he is not. Trask is making progress, but the undead are resisting hard. They are throwing themselves at us, everything they have, and they have even started blasting themselves. It had slowed down our progress considerably. Still, we are making progress. Suddenly, his bad expressions became worse.

'General, there is a disturbance at the northern gate,' I was informed a moment later, and a big smile appeared on my face, before I gave the orders. … Rahzira Axseer The gates opened, and cavalry moved through them; they had been waiting for it and didn't waste even a moment to pass through. There is a large number of undead on the other side, as well as people fighting them. Their condition is bad; they are bloody from head to toe, with many bodies lying near their feet, along with the broken undead.

I turned, and the priest of the Goddess of Dusk was standing not far away from me.

"They will start healing the moment they come in range," she stated, before I could say anything. We have brought a good number of priests in here, as well as Paladins. The general gave me two young paladins, but a good number of priests. I was thinking about it when they reached near the gate, and I could see them covering the injured with their spells. The cavalry had passed through the gates, and now Lt. Colonel Galan's battalion was entering. Behind them are my people.

A few seconds passed, and my division began to enter, and the first wisp of power began to enter the lioness. I start to hum. More and more wisps entered the lioness. Though not at the pace as it did in the Panar or Greltheavens battle, which is not surprising. In those battles, there was a large number of undead. Here, there are only around twenty-five thousand. I had brought the force of over seventeen thousand, and there are also the rebels. What we are doing with them is simple butchery.

Finally, when half of my force entered through the gate, I moved toward it. … Orwin Dunwall The gate opened, and the first thing that came in was Calvary, led by a man in his fifties. I recognise him, not from an intelligence briefing, but from much earlier. However, I had never talked to him. He came fast with cavalry with his saber, moving left and right, cutting through the undead. The horses moved unhesitatingly as they rode into the thick of the undead.

It gave me relief as they had lessened the pressure on my people. They had reached the breaking point. Behind them came infantry; these people moved with practiced efficiency. They are not as fast as the young orc and his people on the wall, who had nearly captured it, but their strikes are efficient and methodical. The undead tried to overwhelm them, but they cut them apart. Then came soldiers, they looked like ordinary soldiers until one looked at their marked faces and hands.

There is nothing special about them aside from their experience, but for some reason, I felt like I shouldn't fight this group ever. This story has been taken without authorization. Report any sightings. They are the highest in numbers; they are coming endlessly through the gate.

"Healer, I need a healer!" I screamed as I spotted the priests. I thought I would need to call again, but one group of soldiers moved toward us, clearing the way for the priest. It is a young man, in his mid-twenties. I opened my mouth to call someone older when I felt his spell. It's powerful.

"She had lost a lot of blood and was suffering from mana burn," he said, and cast another spell. It improved her condition a little, but the pulse was still too weak. He muttered something before turning to the woman in her early thirties, clearly an officer, but didn't feel like a common officer.

"A High-Mage, she qualifies," stated the woman and took out a potion bottle.

"I already fed her potions," I pointed out. Feeding her more will worsen her condition instead of helping her.

"It's not a common potion," she replied without looking at me and placed the potion on Veyra's lips. I looked at it and my eyes widened in surprise when I saw shining specks inside it. Essence potion. I have seen them before and tried to obtain them. They are akin to a second life, but they are scarce and extremely expensive. She looked back at the potion, and I felt her skills activate on Veyra. For a few seconds, she didn't speak before turning to me.

"It will keep her alive, prevent a hypovolemic shock. We will deal with the rest later," she said, and three behind her took out a mobile stretcher and put her on it carefully, before taking her away. I wanted to follow her, but the woman turned to me.

"General wants to see you," she said and turned. After a moment of hesitation, I followed behind her. I am not a healer; I can't save Veyra. They can. The priest cast a healing spell on me before walking away toward the other injured. I looked around and saw them swarming, circling the undead and killing anyone who tried to escape. Many of the undead forces are surrendering. They have already got control of the wall and the gate. The speed surprised me, but it shouldn't have, seeing their efficiency.

Soon, I reached the General, and she was not what I had expected. I expected a human, but there is an orc, and unlike any orc I had seen. It is the most beautiful orc I have ever seen. She looked like a half-orc, but thinner than any I had come across; she is as thin as a human. She was talking with an officer, but turned to me as I stopped in front of her. … Rahzira Axseer'I will, General,' I replied as I took another command. I have to move to the northern gate. There is another rebellion happening there.

He had already sent Brigadier General Vihra from outside and wanted us to go from inside.

"General, the wall and the gate had been secured. We are culling the undead now," informed Colonel Yard. I nodded and looked around. We are dealing with the undead, and some are surrendering, but many are still trying to escape. Especially the powerhouses. Seeing that, I sighed. I wanted to preserve it to use when I move to reinforce the Commander, but I have to finish quickly before moving to the northern gate. A moment later, five bolts of lightning shot out at the lioness. Hitting the undead powerhouses.

"Surrender or we will kill you all," I said with my voice booming across the battlefield. Immediately, many begin to surrender, but some are resisting. I sent a few more bolts before stopping. Not much power had gathered in this battle; I used everything I had. A few seconds passed, and I turned to the man who stopped beside me. He looked to be in his mid-thirties, maybe younger or older. I still can't properly guess the age of humans, especially of those Lv. 30.

He is a medium-height man with short black hair and dark blue eyes, which are almost black, and a strong jaw. He is injured, but not seriously. He should have been dead, seeing the number of cuts and their depth, but there is barely any blood. Likely a skill, an envious one at that.

"I believe you are Lt. Colonel Dunwall," I said.

"Yes," the man replied, inspecting me as I am doing it to him. He is the man who had rebelled and killed the enemy gate leader, even awakened the aura, which makes him very important.

"Thank you, Lt. Colonel. Without your help, it would have taken a long time to achieve this," I thanked.

"We did not do it for you. We did it for ourselves," he replied.

"For our freedom and dignity," he added, seeing the confusion on my face. His words impressed me. There are a few people who could take risks for that.

"We will soon be moving to the Northern Gate, where your people are rebelling. We are going to help them and take control of the gate."

"I hope you will come with us," I said, and he nodded.

"I will, but I won't force my men," he replied.

"That's fine," I said. I want him, not for his men. He will be a symbol and guide through the city, making things much easier. Other rebel leaders are too injured to fight. Same for many of their men. I nodded at him and commanded the battle, which didn't take long to end.

"Colonel Batan, I will leave you with the southern gate," I said to the bearded man.

"I will guard it with my life, General," he replied. I nodded and turned to the army.

"Forward," I commanded. … Lich Sarava'Fuck!' I cursed as my communication spell failed once more. I am contacting the command for instructions. These bastards are messing with the spells. It is not a communication blockade, but they are interfering with it through their skills and other means. They have captured the southern gate and are moving toward the northern gate, where another rebellion had erupted.

It is happening at the port gate as well, but there, Lachan swiftly controlled things the moment rebellion erupted at the southern gate. Still, things are sensitive there.

'What the hell are you doing? Kill him!' I said to Daphus. He has a damn artifact; he should kill the enemy soon. If I had it, the battle would have ended long ago. It is because of that damn artifact that I didn't make a move on him. I should have, seeing I have a puppet ready to take his place. Now, he is wasting time. If he kills the enemy, he could help me against the damn mage. I am trying to kill her, but she is matching my every attack. My advantage, being a lich, seemed to be useless against her.

I am not holding back at all and even absorbing the death mana from the undead, but she is also gulping down those damn potions. If that wasn't bad enough, the enemy's force is making progress on the wall. It is slow, but it is progress. Due to the rebellion, I couldn't even pull back the forces I had kept at the other gates. It is why I was contacting the command for direction, because if the second gate fell. Things would become trickier.

There is no way we would be able to hold them back till the evening when the reinforcement would arrive. Hell, even holding them back for an hour would be a challenge. I glance at Daphus and hope that this useless puppet kills the enemy commander quickly, or I will have to make the decision that I don't want to make.