Chapter 139: The Last Stand of the Goths

Alaric stood within the keep of the stronghold, which he had spent all of his energy defending over the past month. He and his warriors must have sent five thousand romans, and an additional ten thousand Persians, to the afterlife in this siege. Yet, it was not enough. No matter how many men they killed, the enemy kept coming. Until now, Alaric and his most veteran warriors were forced back into the keep. 

Those brave souls who defended this Castrum were reduced to a small number as they tore apart the trappings of the keep and used whatever wood they could scavenge to brace the door against the onslaught of their enemies. 

The Gothic King sat down on a bench, as a medicus treated his wounds. During this siege, he had sustained several injuries, such as an arrow to the shoulder and a slash across the face. However, he did not let such minor inconveniences halt his defense. Until now, that is.