Late the next night, an urgent horn blast echoed from the direction of the South Gate.This was followed by screams and the glow of fire.Viscount Webster had not slept; he immediately donned his armor and rushed out of his tent, his face grim.That area was guarded by a small noble’s knight order, few in number and poorly equipped. He had expected them to hold out for a few days, but something had happened so quickly.By the time he led his men there, the entire section of the wall had become a slaughterhouse.Blood flowed down the stone steps, and the wreckage of armor was mixed with severed limbs.Bodies hung upside down from the battlements, their eyes still open, faces frozen in terror that hadn't yet faded.There were no survivors.“Kill!” Viscount Webster roared, personally wielding his axe as he charged.His battle-axe was heavy and ferocious, knocking several surrounding Snowsworn warriors to the ground with a single blow, his battle aura burning like a raging fire.The knights followed closely, fighting desperately, only gradually reclaiming the city wall amidst the chaos.As dawn approached, residual fires still burned, and the air was filled with the smell of char and blood.Viscount Webster leaned against a damaged merlon, his armor splattered with blood, a gash on his forehead, blood dripping down his jaw.He stared intently ahead, his chest heaving violently.If defending was so difficult on the second day, what would they do next?As soon as the sky began to lighten, news had already spread throughout the city.“The South Gate defenders are all dead.”“The Snowsworn have already broken in.”“They say that small noble deserted in battle and had already defected to the enemy…”Rumors spread, panic gripped the streets, and morale in the army began to falter.Viscount Webster wasn't allowed to rest for long; that night, the main force of the Snowsworn advanced.They did not immediately launch an assault on the city, instead aiming their trebuchets at the North Gate.“Whoosh—”The first black projectile streaked across the sky, trailing thick smoke as it fell.It exploded with a roar.A cloud of pitch-black mist burst open, spreading with a putrid smell, directly engulfing half of the arrow tower.“Ahhh!!”Soldiers on the city wall covered their mouths and noses and retreated, but some still screamed and fell to the ground.“Don’t touch it! That’s a curse bomb!”The soldiers panicked; the black mist clung to their armor, making sizzling corrosive sounds, and even the wooden planks showed signs of rotting pits.Then came the second, and the third.The Snowsworn seemed to have come prepared, launching dozens of curse bombs at the North Gate, the thick mist like a tide, permeating the entire defensive line.Archers fell poisoned, the city wall was corroded, and even bodies began to melt.“Retreat, fall back first!”“We can’t retreat, if we retreat again, this gate will be gone!”The command was chaotic, and morale collapsed.An Elite Knight shouted loudly, “Put on wet cloths! Cover your mouths and noses! One step back and it’s all over!”But only a few knight teams from the Old North remained on the city wall.They wore tattered armor, their eyes bloodshot, enduring at the edge of the poisonous mist, even with poisonous water flowing beneath their feet, even as their comrades fell one after another beside them.Viscount Webster also rushed over immediately.He arrived at the city tower, his wounds still unhealed.Standing on the arrow tower shrouded in poisonous mist, he gritted his teeth and ordered, “Transfer half of the knights from the East and South Walls to reinforce! The North Gate can’t hold!”The messenger officers ran out, rushing in batches to all directions.In less than half an hour, they returned one by one, their expressions stiff.“Reporting to the Viscount, a certain noble house refused to provide support, stating the need to firmly hold their own defensive line.”“A certain lord claimed heavy casualties and was unable to redeploy troops.”…Viscount Webster stood motionless, staring at the swirling black mist ahead.The wind blew his cloak, and also ruffled his blood-stained hair on his forehead.A brief silence fell upon the city wall, with only coughing and groans drifting in the air.He understood.These nobles had already been planning their escape routes; they had no intention of holding out until the end.Just then, a guard stumbled onto the city tower, his face covered in blood, his voice trembling:“Vi-Viscount, over at the West Gate… a breach has opened.”Viscount Webster turned sharply: “What?”“They say someone saw no enemies there and thought they could escape…”Before he finished speaking, another messenger knight galloped over, practically tumbling off his horse, shouting heart-wrenchingly:“The West Gate is a trap! They let people out to lure deserters, and there are ambushes waiting outside!”“Hundreds of people were surrounded as soon as they left the gate! All were killed!”“Those idiots!” Viscount Webster roared, his voice hoarse, “Dying themselves is one thing, but they’re dragging the entire defensive ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) line down with them!”He slammed his fist against the stone wall, blood flowing between his fingers.Half an hour ago, someone reported from the direction of the West Gate that a breach had appeared in the defensive line there.The frontier nobles from the South immediately had an idea.They quietly gathered their knight orders, bypassed the battle lines, and headed straight for the West Gate.No one tried to stop them.“If we don’t escape now, what are we waiting for?”“These people from the North don’t even treat us as their own; what does the fall of the city have to do with us?”They spoke with self-righteousness.Preserving their own strength was the most important thing.Nobles were taught this from a young age.So, hundreds of people set out overnight, their horses’ hooves and iron armor making urgent sounds on the stone pavement, rushing all the way out of the West Gate.The distant, dark wasteland was silent, looking as if there really were no enemies.The moment they rushed past the defensive wall and stepped onto the cold wilderness, rows of red dots suddenly lit up in the darkness.Those were the eyes of the Snowsworn, gleaming like those of nocturnal beasts.The next second, horns blared from all sides, the snow exploded, and countless ambushing soldiers leaped out of the snow, encircling them from all directions.“Enemy attack!”Before he could finish shouting, the knight charging at the front was pierced through his helmet by a volley of arrows, falling straight off his horse.There was a burst of chaos behind, and warhorses trying to turn around were knocked askew.But the Snowsworn gave them no chance to react.They charged into the crowd, their battle aura erupting, their swords and axes like wind, and noble guard units fell one after another in the melee.The leading few wore heavy beast armor, their eyes glowing red, and deep blue battle aura surrounded their bodies, like surging tides.Each swing of an axe left a lingering afterimage, splitting men and their armor.Some of them were Wolf Knights, the elite of the Snowsworn.They rode giant wolves with snow-white fur and fierce eyes, charging through the battlefield, their sharp claws tearing armor, their fangs crushing throat bones.These people had just broken free from the fleeing group and were torn to pieces before they could even form a line.Blood quickly stained the ground, and a bloody mist rose into the air, looking like fog.Some knelt and begged for mercy, others shouted surrender, but there was no pity in the eyes of the Snowsworn.They just kept killing, as if to cleanse these people with blood, to erase all shame.Warhorses neighed and fell, crushing people, and long spears pierced through iron armor, bringing out blood and shattered flesh.Soon, the shouts grew fainter and fainter, finally disappearing into the wind and snow.This breakout became a massacre.Fewer than ten people escaped.

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