Ashen Dragon-Chapter 131 - 61 Defeated

"Boom—"

With a deafening noise, the west gate of Northwind Castle burst open.

The rusty iron mechanism rotated and moved, emitting a harsh grinding sound. The huge drawbridge slowly descended, crossing the wide moat and connecting directly to the other side.

"Who is the traitor!"

"Damn it, someone opened the gate!"

"Quick! Raise the drawbridge!"

"No, they are coming in!"

"Everyone, prepare for battle!"

The castle was in chaos, with shouts, yells, and curses echoing continuously, making it impossible to distinguish between ally and enemy in the confusion.

The Dragon Vein Descendants, who had been waiting outside the castle for a long time, eagerly charged across the drawbridge and flooded into Northwind Castle like an unstoppable torrent.

Leading the charge were the tall and strong Ogre Club Shield Warriors, followed by the Goblin Skirmishers with rifles and the Lizardfolk Tribe Warriors.

"For the Ashen Nest!"

"Seize Northwind Castle!"

Although the Rackman Family had a tight grip on the City Defense Army, almost bordering on the limits of feudal lords, the army within the city was not entirely unified.

After the direct threat from the Red Dragon, even the most loyal "Eagle’s Shield" members could not help but waver. Perhaps one or two out of every ten City Defense soldiers had resolved to betray, and that was enough to shake the foundation of Northwind Castle.

What happened next was very simple.

Those determined to betray secretly contacted the player spies lurking in the city, gathered strength, and instigated a mutiny. They killed the unprepared City Guard Army commander at the west gate of Northwind Castle and opened the century-old gate that had never been breached.

The leader of this mutiny was named John. His wife had died at the hands of the so-called "Devil," so he had once been the Duke’s most loyal soldier. When he plunged his sword into the commander’s chest, the commander’s face was filled with astonishment. He could not believe that John, often called a "loyal dog," would betray him.

The mutinous soldiers, as agreed, tied red armbands on their right arms and attacked their former comrades.

"Kill those Vampire lackeys!"

"For our families!"

"To survive!"

John raised his standard longsword and shouted loudly.

Thus, the forces of the Ashen Nest, the mutinous soldiers, and the loyal City Guard Army engaged in chaotic battles within the city.

Unlike Trolo City, Northwind Castle, the strongest stronghold of the Rackman Family, would not surrender without resistance.

Interests were always the most solid bonds.

Many elite forces in Northwind Castle had long been tied to the fortunes of the Rackman Family, with no way out.

They knew that if the Duke, their strong support, fell, their own fate wouldn’t be much better, possibly even worse than death. Thus, they were determined to fight to the death, holding back the Ashen Nest’s Descendants in the narrow passages at the castle gate.

"Humans, die!"

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The Ogre swung his spiked Wolf Fang Club, viciously smashing the soldiers in front of him into meat paste.

He held a giant Leather Shield, shrugging off the arrows from the City Guard Army, charging forward like a heavy tank.

However, a cold fragment precisely hit his muscular arm holding the Wolf Fang Club, shattering and releasing biting cold, slowing the Ogre’s movements.

It was the Ice Blade Technique.

The spellcasters loyal to the Rackman Family had also joined the battle.

"Charge!"

"Kill that monster, avenge our comrades!"

The Allied Forces soldiers aimed to kill the Ogre and were about to charge forward.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The bullets from the Goblin Skirmishers whistled through, and several soldiers fell in succession.

Shortly after the Battle of Triel, the players of Storm Arsenal developed more accurate rifled guns, and the more flexible and free skirmisher tactics emerged in response.

"For the Ashen Nest! For endless food!"

"Charge!"

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The Ogres raised their Giant Shields and continued to charge, advancing like a moving thick wall.

Ice Cones, flames, acid, radiance...

The spellcasters rained spells down on the Descendants like a storm, and several Ogres fell in succession, dying in various ways, but they showed no fear.

In the simple minds of the Ogres, only battle and food mattered. Death was a common occurrence to them—in the wilderness, hungry Ogres often held impromptu funeral feasts, burying their fallen kin in their bellies.

But the Ashen Nest was not without countermeasures.

Besides the continuous gunfire from the Goblins hunting down soldiers, the players also joined the battlefield.

In an instant, the dazzling Magical Aura also appeared on the Ashen Nest’s side, and the players’ attack methods were even more varied.

"The enemy firepower is pretty intense—"

"Paladins, push forward!"

"Cast an Acceleration Spell! With an Acceleration Spell, I’m invincible, okay!"

"Priests, cast a Sanctuary Spell—"

The bare-chested Martial Monk player "Mighty Heavenly Dragon," with an Acceleration Spell, climbed walls and leapt over eaves, descending sharply into the ranks of the City Defense Army.

Surveying the panicked soldiers, who had no idea where the enemy had come from, he shouted proudly.

"I will fight ten!"

"Gale Strike!"

His punches were so fast they were almost invisible, only the rapid thumping of impacts could be heard.

The fists charged with "Qi" struck the soldiers with such force that seven or eight of them fell in quick succession. The powerful strikes even dented their armor, leaving fist marks—this skilled Martial Monk player had activated the mowing mode.

"Hahaha!"

"This time, I’ve gone berserk!"

Mighty Heavenly Dragon rampaged through the crowd, roaring triumphantly, his bald head splattered with the blood spat out by soldiers.

Before long, the City Defense Army noticed him and started aiming arrows at him.

"Whoosh—"

An arrow flew straight toward his bald head.

"Deflecting Projectile!"

Mighty Heavenly Dragon snorted coldly, gathering Qi in his hand, catching the speeding arrow bare-handed, and deflecting it back.

The arrow pierced the archer’s forehead, killing him instantly.

"Hmph, a trivial trick, trying to show off to me!"

"A mere minion, trying to sneak attack me, truly—"

Before he could finish his sentence, arrows came from all directions.

Though as a Martial Monk, he could deflect projectiles, he was not an Eight-Armed Arhat, and soon his bare body was turned into a pincushion.

"Overestimating yourself."

"My life was worth it..."

Mighty Heavenly Dragon lay on the ground, happily looking at the massive contribution and experience points refreshed on his panel, and his screen went black.