The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 610: Volume Sixteen: Foggy Darkness - Three: Danger at Every Corner_3

Chapter 610: Volume Sixteen: Foggy Darkness Chapter Three: Danger at Every Corner_3

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Traditional trebuchets would find it hard to destroy these battering rams, as the beastmen had obviously taken precautions. They had wrapped the rams with thick leather to cushion blows from external forces, and even set up a vine net in front of the ram, effectively preventing damage from long-range weapons like trebuchets until the ram reached the City Wall. Once at the base of the Wall, they could remove the vine net and launch their assault. The beastmen were not foolish; this simple method was quite effective. Without the trebuchets’ impact, their only hope now rested on the Magicians, and at the moment, he could only rely on the one Mage and two Magicians by his side. Feltermites had no confidence at all; he must gain the support of the Magicians.

"Mr. Cawendi, what are your thoughts about this battle?" In the distance, the Minotaur soldiers began to form up, with the towering Cow Tribe officers stepping out of the ranks to wave their flags, signaling for the soldiers to advance in step and formation. These damned beastmen, when did they also learn the tactics of Mortal armies, to form up and organize against us? Feltermites felt a pang of bitterness in his heart.

"Sir Feltermites, you are the commander, and we are here to support you. Whatever you need us to do, as long as we can do it, we will exhaust our abilities." The pale and thin Mage was enveloped in a large, flowing robe, looking somewhat frail, but the faint gaze emitting from his sunken eyes was enough to prove that he wasn’t just filler material. The two Magicians standing next to him obviously fell short by comparison; their tense expressions revealed that the beastmen’s formidable presence had intimidated them as well.

"Mr. Cawendi, I don’t want to hide anything from you, and I hope you can make me an honest promise. If we can destroy half of these battering rams operated by the beastmen, I believe we may have a chance to repel this wave of their assault. If we cannot achieve this, then there is no point in holding out here any longer; it would only mean the end for us." Feltermites stared deeply into his eyes, word by word.

"Hmm, Sir Feltermites, have you calculated how many battering rams have appeared so far?" The pale-faced Mage was not intimidated by Feltermites’ words and remained very calm.

"About thirty, I estimate that beastmen are using around forty battering rams this time." Feltermites deduced based on his own visual estimate.

"It seems we have no other choice, do we? Retreating now is just a path to death. We might as well take a gamble. I quite enjoy gambling; let’s bet on this battle, although the stakes are the lives of every person inside this fortress." The Mage’s eyes gleamed with madness as he cracked a smile, which was incongruously twisted and bizarre.

"Very well, Mr. Cawendi, let’s take that gamble. Do you have any demands?" Feltermites said, grinding his teeth and glaring with somewhat reddened eyes. With no escape and nowhere to turn, he had to place his hopes in this somewhat eccentric Mage.

"Quite simple. They will definitely concentrate their battering rams on one point. When the City Wall is breached, do not rush to fill the gap. They will surely attempt to widen it. It’s only when their battering rams focus on that point that I will make my move. Until then, you must use soldiers to hold off the beastmen’s assault. If they detect our intentions, we will fail, and the outcome will be doom for us all." He smiled serenely, revealing glaringly sharp canine teeth, which made Feltermites suddenly realize something special about them. Noticing Feltermites’ observation, the Mage promptly closed his mouth.

At that moment, Feltermites had no mind to ponder anything more. Even if the other was a devil, he would not hesitate to borrow power from him. As long as they could survive this ordeal, even if it meant going to hell, he was willing to make that sacrifice.

"All right, Mr. Cawendi, we will make every effort to follow your advice. As long as we can destroy their battering rams, we still have a chance to win this battle." Feltermites clenched his teeth so hard that even his breathing seemed heavier. His fierce and savage gaze swept the surrounding officers as he commanded decisively, "If you want to live, then fight. If we lose this battle, we all end up as corpses devoured by wild dogs in the wilderness. We have no other choice, do you understand?!"

"Understood!" In an instant, the fighting spirit of the officers present soared to its peak. To fight for their own lives, there was nothing more thrilling. Victory meant life; defeat meant death—there was simply no way out.

As the officers quickly dispersed to their respective posts, the pale Mage spoke faintly, "Sir Feltermites, I must remind you that your words earlier were motivating, but you must understand this: We do not have a chance at victory in this battle; we’re only fighting for a chance to escape. I hope you won’t act recklessly."

Feltermites let out a bitter smile and a slight sigh before responding, "Mr. Cawendi, I am more aware of this than you. I’m more worried that we won’t hold out even this battle. Without such encouragement, I fear they won’t last."

"As long as you understand, we also need to prepare." The Mage nodded, satisfied, "God will protect us; those faithless beastmen will receive their punishment."

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