บท 67: Berserker's rage

"Halt!" a soldier bellowed when a man riding a tall horse appeared in the distance. As the rider got closer, the guard squinted.

The moment he caught sight of the enormous axe the rider held, his eyes went wide.

"It's him! Block the gates! Archers ready!" The guard bellowed, drawing his sword.

Several guards emerged from the post house armed with heavy shields and long silver Spears.

Boom!

They made a wall before the gate, aimed their spears at Cristian, and took a step forward all at once. 

Tens of archers at the top of the four-meter-tall wall drew their bows. The arrowheads gleamed as they aimed it at Cristian.

"Hang on," Cristian whispered. Digging her claws into his thick tunic, she wrapped her tail around his forearm.

Despite being small, her claws were so sharp that they pierced through his tunic, grazing his flesh.