Chapter 808: Epilogue (2)
Fort Andaris was the last line of defense that the King had in his arsenal. The general in charge was General Cleoz, one of the more famous generals in the kingdom, and a star amongst the commoners.
Being born of common stock himself, his rise to power could be said to be a miracle in itself.
LIke one of those main characters in a light novel, Cleoz was a genius at a tender age. Coupled with an equally prodigious series of encounters, his rise could only be described as meteoric. Without even turning forty, he ascended to become an overlord, receiving the prestigious title of The Guardian of Andassis the very definition of a winner in life!
When he was but a teenager, he was scouted by a professor in the Royal Andassean Academy to enroll in the academy. That professor later became the headmaster of the academy itself. While studying there, he even had the fortune of meeting the current kings younger sister Irrelevant details to his strength, but definitely proof of how lucky the man was!
Right this very instant, this superstar of a general was in his meeting room, dressed in an ornately golden breastplate, matched with an exquisite cape that hugged his muscular frame. Looking like a thirty year old, he was the very definition of a handsome military soldier, coupled with a short and neat hairstyle to match. This was the undefeatable Guardian of Andassis. And that man was currently preoccupied with his own thoughts, brows furrowed so deeply they almost looked like muscles themselves. As he tapped on his table impatiently, the anxious voices of his adjutants rang out in the background like an annoying buzz.
The enemy assault had continued for over twenty fours straight; they seemed dead set on conquering this fortress, known as the Impregnable Wall of Andassis, in one fell swoop.
Countless boulders of fire, launched by even larger trebuchets, rained down on the beleaguered fortress. Like meteors from the heavens, they blasted a massive chunk out every section of wall they hit. The soldiers dared not stick their heads for fear of their withering assault. Even without that rain of death, the enemy below often launched a barrage of flame arrows towards them. While not as imposing as the boulders, they were harder to guard against.Fôll0w current novÊls on n/o/(v)/3l/b((in).(co/m)
By now, there wasnt a section of the wall that was spared. Yet the soldiers morale held on. The war had only started, and the brunt of the enemy forces hadnt struck yet, thus there was still hope for a counterattack.
Till now, the war had mostly been carried out through non-magical means, like trebuchets or arrows. Their continuous peppering of the fort had tired out the defenders greatly, aided significantly by the tremendous forces they had brought to bear today.
Yet the question remained: where were the experts? Was there some grand conspiracy playing out in the background?
Undefeated though he might have been, the General was starting to feel like cornered prey. That was how strange the enemies actions had been.
He wanted to send out his own experts to investigate, but there was a nagging voice in his head that told him that would be the equivalent of throwing his men into the meat grinder. His foes could very well be banking on this tactic of psychological attrition. For the time being, he was in the dark, and they were the ones in complete control.
How he craved information right now even a scrap would do
In the midst of his ruminations, a white-robed mage suddenly interrupted his thoughts. This was the mage in charge of communications for the fort.
General, sir, we have breaking news!
His Majesty has sent word at last? The Generals tired but steady voice cut through the din of his officers like a hot knife; being on the frontlines, his stress was no less than the King. In fact, he hadnt slept a decent wink since the battle started.
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