Only God-Chapter 612 - 514 We Will Share Our Fate with Golan_2

Chapter 612: Chapter 514 We Will Share Our Fate with Golan_2

Weiset wiped the blood from his face, tallying the losses among the cavalry. Under the all-out assault of the Dwarves, the cavalry had suffered immensely, losing a full four hundred men, among whom over fifty were missing, two hundred dead, and more than a hundred wounded.

Such losses greatly demoralized the Golanese, none of whom retained their previous confidence, believing Golan could not be destroyed. The fall of Larsen Town no longer seemed a distant matter but was imminently close.

"Is Leia dead?"

Weiset had counted again and again, but he could never find that boastful cavalryman.

Other soldiers told him they had casually seen the cavalryman’s horse fall on the battlefield and afterward, he perished under the Dwarves’ spears.

Weiset found it hard to imagine that the cavalryman, who at noon had still been spouting brave words, had lost his life by the afternoon; it all seemed too unreal. He didn’t even know the cavalryman’s real name.

People like Leia numbered two hundred in the cavalry and thousands among the defenders of Larsen Town.

Crows cawed in the chilling black night. As the cold wind swept past, Weiset stumbled and fell to the ground. He stared blankly at the battlefield strewn with corpses, both Golanese and Dwarves alike, who had no time to bury their dead but could only let them rot in the wilderness.

The son of an Earl, overwhelmed by panic, wanted to flee this mortal hell.

Can we still hold Larsen Town tomorrow?

Despair spread in Weiset’s heart.

We are fighting a hopeless war... aren’t we?

In the stillness of the night, the wounded moaned in pain, weaving a web of confusion and fear that enveloped all the Golanese, suffocating them.

Weiset stood up in a daze and slowly walked toward the battlefield strewn with corpses, his cavalry following silently.

Disturbed by their presence, the crows pecking at the bodies screeched mournfully and flew into the sky, and soon the battlefield quieted down again. The cavalrymen stood atop the rampart, their eyes and heads lowered, silently mourning their fallen comrades.

After a long period of mourning, Weiset did not turn around; he knew the cavalrymen were all watching him.

Weiset, with his back to the crowd, dared not turn around. He felt that in the eyes of the cavalrymen, there was confusion and sorrow. Thinking this, Weiset’s hands started to tremble, as he too was fearful and desperate.

Is Golan truly about to perish?

This wasn’t a question that an empty slogan could answer. Before him lay the ravaged Larsen Town, the relentless onslaught of the Dwarves, unarrived reinforcements, and nearly exhausted manpower and resources... The cold, hard facts reminded him repeatedly that Golan was going to fall.

Weiset’s throat was extremely dry.

The night was silent.

The cavalrymen waited silently, seemingly with infinite patience.

Finally, Weiset slowly began,

"You’ve probably also heard, the Dwarves want to establish a vast Empire, they want to swallow Golan, to make our castles theirs, our kingdom their kingdom..."

The cavalrymen’s gaze still focused on Weiset, the commander anxious and uneasy.

"They are numerous and overpowering, they come fiercely, their troops are strong, their equipment excellent. I watched as one and another died on the battlefield, falling into the hands of Nakbet."

"We may... we may..."

Looking at the battlefield before him, Weiset choked up, unable to speak.

He had almost lost all desire to fight.

"We can’t hold on much longer... our defenses are almost destroyed, we’re going to die, and so is Golan!"

Weiset shouted, almost a scream.

How piercing his voice sounded in the night, cruelly revealing the bloody truth.

Weiset exhaled a murky breath, slowly turning around.

He could foresee how desperate the cavalrymen’s looks must be, but his own will had been shattered; he could no longer hold on.

But when he turned around...

He saw pairs of resolute eyes, gleaming in the dark night, unshaken.

The cavalrymen were not disheartened, their gazes toward Weiset filled with raging fury, as if demanding strenuously:

"Are you going to betray us?"

"Are you going to betray the whole of Golan?!"

In those pairs of eyes, infinite strength was amassed.

Weiset was overwhelmed by this force, he had thought his subordinates were all enveloped in despair.

Then he heard someone speak slowly:

"Sir, you are wrong, Golan has not perished, has not been destroyed!"

Weiset stood stunned, he asked distractedly:

"Don’t you want to escape?"

Another man gripped the hilt of his sword at his waist,

"This is home, we are going nowhere."

Weiset was mistaken, these people of Golan were not crushed by death, they had sworn to defend their homeland underfoot long before this day.

At that moment, among the cavalry, a loud cry suddenly erupted.

It was the most solemn declaration and the greatest oath,

A soldier, whose name was unknown, bellowed at that moment:

"Even if Golan perishes, one day it must be reborn!"

These words fell to the ground.

Weiset trembled violently, his heart wrapped in fear was gradually tearing through the gloom.

It turned out... that only I was panic-stricken and desperate.

It turned out... the people of Golan had not yet given up hope.

He did not ask how long "one day" might be if Golan were to perish.

Nor did he think about how this kingdom should rise from the ashes after its fall.

Because the war had to continue, Larsen Town had not yet fallen, even if Weiset made the worst prophecy, the Golan cavalrymen would still fight for their country to the very last moment.

The cavalrymen all lifted their heads, their eyes looking at Weiset, far more resolute than before, perhaps never to see such gazes after tonight.

Weiset gripped the hilt of his sword at his waist, he had come to understand everyone’s will, more aware that their gathering here was to rescue Golan from this crisis!

"We were once slaves, but now we acknowledge no master."

"The Dwarves do not understand, they invade our country, burn our lands, plunder the people of Scatty,"

Weiset’s resolve had never been so firm, he faced everyone’s gaze, while everyone awaited his declaration.

The people of Golan, united in purpose, willing to shed every drop of blood for the homeland beneath their feet, and these Golan cavalrymen were among them.

"If the Dwarves cannot understand, we will repeat over and over with swords and blood, if Golan perishes, we will personally ensure it is reborn!

Warriors, I will share life and death with you,

As long as we still breathe, we will share life and death with Golan!"