Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 438 - 438 205 March of Death_2

438: Chapter 205: March of Death_2 438: Chapter 205: March of Death_2 “What’s there to fear?

They are just walking corpses!

Do you think they can actually climb the walls?

Hold the town, dispatch a messenger to connect with reinforcements, and once Baron Absalom’s army of five thousand arrives, we will immediately bury these ghostly things back in the ground!” Baron Shatai roared with a fierce yet anxious voice.

No matter how the soldiers on the walls reacted, he grabbed Yevan, earnestly instructing his usually least favored but honest second son: “Yevan, with your elder brother not here, you are now the pillar of our family.

Steady the troops on the walls, I will go assemble the townspeople!

Don’t disgrace me!”

Looking at his father, who was behaving uncharacteristically calm and composed, Yevan felt a slight sense of encouragement in his heart.

“Rest assured, Father, I will not take a single step back!”

The Fat Baron showed a relieved smile, turned to the troops, and shouted, “Hold the walls!

No retreat, those who flee will be killed!

Brave Warriors will be rewarded!…”

His uncharacteristic generous promise immediately delivered rewards to all warriors to boost morale.

As soon as he finished speaking, he left the walls hurriedly with a few guards without looking back.

Yevan watched his father’s retreating figure and could only take a deep breath to muster his spirit, continuing to patrol the walls and supervising the soldiers moving all bows and crossbow arrows.

…

In the Lord’s Fortress, guards briskly carried a plain and heavy treasury chest from the secret room, and a lady rushed down the stairs.

“…What’s happening?

I heard the bell ringing.

Did the refugees break in?

Why did you take away all the guards?

There are only a few servants left in the fortress now,” the Baroness asked in panic.

The frightened Baroness, now unconcerned about her husband’s mistress disheveled in his chambers, went straight to Baron Shatai.

Signaling with a glance for the guards hauling the treasure to go first, the Fat Baron showed his aging wife a rare smile of reassurance: “Don’t worry, Yevan has stabilized the situation on the walls.

I summoned the guards to help him.

Stay in the fortress and don’t go out.”

The anxious Baroness clung to her husband who was about to leave again: “But why didn’t you leave a few guards?

Without anyone to watch over it, the fortress is unprotected, and I, Erin, as well as Yevan’s children, are all scared.”

Baron Shatai’s face turned stern, he intimidated her: “My soldiers are needed more outside.

Do you want to be defiled by those lowlives after the city falls?!

Enough, I still need to go and call up the town Militia!”

The Baroness was instantly struck dumb with fright.

Frightening her back to her room, Baron Shatai rushed out of the fortress.

After all, she was a wife of many years; the Fat Baron paused for a moment, then turned his head and asked the Chief Guard, “Is there still room on the boat…?”

“My lord, the ships are packed full with treasure, not even a spot to stand, unless you want to leave a few brothers behind to make room, but…

that would not be easy,” the Chief Guard reminded with a bizarre tone.

With disaster striking suddenly, everyone in the guard knew of the catastrophe outside the walls, and those transporting the treasure were guards too.

To ask some of his men to “voluntarily” stay behind now was, perhaps…

The Fat Baron nodded, he couldn’t be blamed; after all, if his old wife died, he could find a younger one.

Shatai City’s fall was an unbearable disaster.

It was even more crucial to take the treasures and escape back to the western lands.

Without further questions…

He struggled onto his warhorse, leading the guards to flee towards the docks…

The bells in the towers of Shatai City were rung frantically, and the assembled Militia hurriedly swarmed towards the walls in groups.

Seeing the town Militia assembling, the young Knight felt slightly relieved.

Suddenly, hearing the scuffle below the walls, Yevan immediately looked down to investigate.

He saw the leader of the refugees being blocked by soldiers halfway up the stairs and the dense crowd behind him.

“…Where is your Lord?

Don’t stand in the way like an idiot; I’m here to help defend the city,” Ron pushed his way through arrogantly.

“Let them up!” Yevan ordered the soldiers to let them pass, looking at the middle-aged man leading the group: “You thugs, you’ve really shown up.”

“Of course we’ve come, or else everyone will die,” Ron said as he and his followers climbed the walls.

“Give my people weapons, spears, hammers, whatever you have in the city’s armory, even farming tools.”

Listening to the other’s impolite tone, Yevan instinctively felt displeased, but at this point, with disaster looming, there was no other choice.

Ordering soldiers to take Ron’s men to the armory for weapons, Knight Yevan said, “I can only give you some; the rest must arm the Militia my father summoned.”

“Your father?” Ron sneered, looking towards the dim outline of the southern town, “Perhaps he’s already abandoned you and fled.”

Saying so, Ron walked past this naïve young knight, leaning against the parapet, looking out at the endless hordes of the undead, his heart turned cold: “…Retribution…”

“What nonsense are you spouting!” Yevan, hearing Ron implying his father had abandoned them, was immediately enraged.

Yet recalling his father’s reputation and character, the young knight felt a chill in his heart.

“Keep your voice down…

boy, do you want all the soldiers on the walls to know their Lord has abandoned them?” Ron turned back and frowned.

He shook his head: “I know your father well enough.

He runs at the slightest hint of trouble.

I’ve been to Shatai’s small docks south of the city.

A single ferry crossing wouldn’t fit many small boats.

If he didn’t deceive you to steady the soldiers here, with these warriors all rushing to escape by boat, how could he run?”

“Stop it!”

Yevan shouted angrily, yet his expression betrayed a hint of disappointment.