Chapter 241: Battle of the bleeding plains(4)

Away from the chaos of the main battlefield, Lord Xanthios and his detachment found themselves locked in a desperate fight for survival. Hundreds of enemy soldiers had poured out from the garrison of Arduronaven in a swift, brutal sortie, aiming to strike at the camp and overwhelm the defenders stationed there. The clash of steel and the shouts of fighting men filled the air, echoing off the hastily constructed walls and throwing the entire camp into turmoil.

The enemy attackers, armed with makeshift ladders and ropes, swarmed toward te two-and-a-half-meter walls surrounding the camp, determined to break through and wreak havoc on the defenseless supplies and rear guard. They raised their ladders against the walls, clambering up as stones rained down from the defenders above. Xanthios, gripping his sword tightly, stood at the front of the line, roaring orders and striking down attackers as they breached the defenses.