Chapter 178: The Siege and Defense of Mils Fortress II

Chapter 178: The Siege and Defense of Mils Fortress II

After leaving the city through the south gate, the scout galloped away on his horse, racing southward.

He needed to report the situation here to Arthur quickly.

The Dark Elves were not only attacking Mils Fortress but had arrived much faster than anticipated.

In the night, it wasn’t just the scout rushing; Airael and Cain were also hurrying with their people.

The horses flew across the ground, moving at a speed that seemed anything but normal.

This unearthly phenomenon was, of course, due to Airael casting magic on the horses, boosting their speed.

While they had picked up speed, their energy consumption increased proportionally.

Additionally, they had only rested once since the beginning.

Thus, they all appeared a bit fatigued at this moment.

However, thinking of the important mission they were carrying, everyone gritted their teeth and persevered.

Naturally, the most exhausted were the horses beneath them.

Not only did they bear the weight on their backs, but they also had to endure the negative effects brought by Airael’s magic.

“Everyone, hold on a little longer! We’re almost at Mils Fortress!”

This was not the first time Airael had uplifted their spirits.

Even though the soldiers hadn’t complained from start to finish and were holding on, Airael still worried they might slack off.

If they let their guard down, the tension they held in their hearts would also dissipate.

It turned out that having both men and women working together really lightened the load.

It wouldn’t be so easy to ramp up their morale next time.

Although they couldn’t see Airael’s appearance and knew she was out of their league, hearing her encouraging words pushed them to exert themselves even more, not wanting to fall short in front of her.

Before long, the scout speeding south met Airael and the others hastily heading north.

Two scouts encountered each other first.

In the dark, neither side could distinguish the other immediately.

Thus, they initially misunderstood each other.

Luckily, neither side rushed to attack, sparing them from a friendly fire incident.

Upon realizing that they were allies, the scout sighed in relief.

After a brief exchange, the scout approached Airael and Cain.

Recalling the current situation at Mils Fortress, he hurriedly said to the two, “My Lords, bad news! The Dark Elves are attacking Mils Fortress as the Legion Commander anticipated!”

His words came out quickly and urgently.

Added to that, he was gasping for breath.

Consequently, Airael and the others couldn’t hear him clearly.

Airael looked at him and said, “What did you just say? Speak more slowly and clearly.”

While they couldn’t catch every word, his expression made it evident this wasn’t a trivial matter.

“The… Dark Elves are attacking Mils Fortress! They just ambushed Mils Fortress under the cover of darkness!”

This time, the scout slowed his speaking pace.

Now, Airael and the others understood.

For a moment, the air felt heavy with silence.

Airael and Cain exchanged glances with the elite members of their squad.

The sudden turn of events left them quite unprepared.

After pondering for a moment, Airael looked at the scout and declared, “You continue south. The rest of us will continue north with Cain.”

Her calm and composed demeanor inspired those around her.

“Yes!”

Everyone responded in unison, appearing full of vigor.

Even the horses let out a loud snort, seemingly replying to Airael’s command.

After receiving Airael’s orders, the scout wasted no time and continued south.

Airael led her group northward.

Unlike the soldiers who were brimming with energy, Airael and Cain wore heavy expressions.

Such a situation was also unexpected for them.

They had thought that after rushing to their destination overnight, they would still have time to prepare with the people of Mils Fortress.

However, it seemed they wouldn’t even have time to rest now.

Mils Fortress.

When the garrison officer, Mondi, arrived with his men at the besieged north gate, the entire north gate had already fallen.

Given the situation, Mondi could only organize his men for urban warfare.

On the main street, shield and spear soldiers, organized by Mondi, formed a dense shield and spear formation at the front.

With thick shields and tightly packed spears, one glance would drain anyone’s desire to attack.

However, their opponents were the Dark Elves.

Being a type of Elf, the Dark Elves also had their fair share of Mages.

The Dark Elves didn’t charge at the human lines.

Instead, they stayed put and began casting spells.

Feeling the strong magical fluctuations from across the way, Mondi waved his hands to signal the archers on both sides of the rooftops.

In the next moment, human crossbowmen emerged from the rooftops.

Without hesitation, they aimed their fire at the casting Dark Elves, unleashing a barrage.

At such times, precision wasn’t a concern; they just needed to shoot wildly.

Forced to halt their offensive, the Dark Elves began to defend.

Yet even so, several Dark Elves were injured in the sudden onslaught from the human archers, arrows sticking out from their bodies.

Witnessing the quickly formed turtle formation of the Dark Elves, the human archers on the rooftops ceased their attacks since it was virtually ineffective.

Drawing a bow and nocking an arrow was an exhausting task, and their ammunition was limited.

The human archers no longer fired, and the Dark Elves hesitated to drop their defenses.

Both sides were locked in a drawn-out stalemate.

Suddenly, the human archers on the rooftops faced an attack, suffering significant casualties as they were caught off guard.

It turned out that the humans had hidden archers on both sides, while the Dark Elves hadn’t committed all their forces to confront them head-on.

Previously, some Dark Elves had planned to flank them.

But now, it was clear the archers posed a greater threat.

So, they swiftly adjusted their target.

Vile—!

Seeing his archers being slaughtered without resistance, Mondi was furious.

However, no matter how angry he was, there was little he could do at this moment.

With no archers watching, the Dark Elves in front abandoned their turtle formation.

Those Dark Elves who had been interrupted in their spellcasting resumed their incantations.

The front-row human soldiers, gazing at the Dark Elves ahead, were all quite tense, their Adams apples bobbing nervously as they swallowed hard.

Meanwhile, the Dark Elves occupying the “high ground” on both sides also picked up the crossbows that earlier human archers held, aiming down at the human soldiers below.

“Maintain formation and slowly fall back!”

In this situation, Mondi realized he could no longer engage the Dark Elves here.

If they continued fighting, they’d all be doomed.