Mage Legend

Just now, if not for Morgan sitting behind him who flung Wislin off the horse, our Quasi-knight would likely have ended up like that horse, forever remaining a "quasi" knight.

"No, you can't go there!" Morgan shouted loudly, tightly gripping the Warhammer, its fresh blood still dripping from killing a Giant moments ago. Yet his eyes were firmly fixed on the battle raging on the city walls; his gaze clearly betraying his desire to join in and wreak havoc.

"Why? Don't you want to deal with those Giants?" Wislin removed the last piece of armor. Although the heavy cavalry armor provided excellent protection, it greatly restricted the wearer's mobility. On horseback, Wislin could rely on the steed for movement. But now that the cavalry had become infantry, their combat effectiveness had greatly decreased; wearing such cumbersome gear would turn them from infantry into turtles, and then into dead turtles...

"Let go of me! I must go up the wall, I need to defend this city!" Wislin shouted loudly. He tried to break free from the Dwarf's grasp but lacked Morgan's strength.

"You think I don't want to gleefully slaughter there?" Morgan released his grip, yelling back even louder, "I promised Lynch that when the city's defense becomes hopeless, I will take you away!!"

"Who said the city is hopelessly defenseless? Aren't we still resisting?" Wislin angrily looked at the Dwarf.

"I'm reckless, but I'm not a fool." Morgan waved the Warhammer in his hand, "I don't have a Mage's brain, but I've just realized that this city can't be defended anymore. Lynch knew it three days ago. How much longer do you need to accept this fact?"

"No! I don't believe it!" Wislin stubbornly shook his head.

"Wislin! Listen to me!" Morgan practically yelled, "If you want to kill enemies, go to the city gate and kill there! Help Moon Harbor City's people retreat! That's what you should do!"

Wislin was stunned for a moment. He looked at the fierce battle still ongoing on the city walls, then at the city burning and billowing with black smoke. He nodded at Morgan and together they ran towards the city's south gate.

The battle on the city walls had reached a fever pitch by this time, as Moon Harbor City was completely unable to stop the Giants' wave after wave of assaults. The pressure on the frontline defense was intensifying. As the Giants stopped using their catapult capabilities and went for a full assault, the walls became increasingly precarious.

Sir Macken ordered all soldiers to withdraw below the walls, regroup and fend off the enemy's attack, while he remained on the battlefront, covering the young soldiers.

Although this time facing merely Giants, compared to the dragon he fought before, they were far less formidable. But it was the first time he felt so exhilarated in battle. The hands wielding the giant sword seemed to gain infinite power. Each swing brought a thunderous sonic boom; with each strike, the enemies were effortlessly slashed like cutting through tofu; each strike boiled Macken Knight's blood a little more.

He felt that continually swinging his sword as long as he could keep the Giants off the walls, allow the young soldiers behind him to live a bit longer, and let more residents in the city flee, that wielding his sword until death would make his life worth it.

The retreating warriors, upon looking back, could see Macken bathed in a golden halo, a milky white light piercing through the thick black smoke above the battlefield, shining down on the Knight. It was a blessing from heaven, the blessing of the Light God's child. Since then, all Pate Knights have regarded receiving such a halo blessing as their greatest honor in life.

But merely having an unwavering belief in victory and formidable combat prowess was far from sufficient to tilt the scales of victory back towards Moon Harbor City. The Giants' ultimate trump card—the Giant Kings from the Ridge Mountains—the Frost Giants charged in from the rear of their assault formations.

Their arrival utterly shattered the defenses atop the walls. Just being near them already sent an infinite chill penetrating into one's bones, paralyzing every muscle, even rendering the brain sluggish, as if frozen.

In their hands were axes made of ice, tearing down Moon Harbor City's prideful walls like plucking weeds. The stone walls, battered by continuous catapult attacks, had become very fragile; just a hard slam by the Giants, and the power of ice would seep into the stone's crevices, and an entire section of wall would instantly turn into rubble.

As the smoke cleared, only the towering figures of the Frost Giants were left on the rubble. Nothing stood between them and the vibrant city; Moon Harbor City appeared like a succulent roast pig set before a group of ravenous demons.

The knight Macken, bathed in golden light, vanished into the smoke raised by the collapsing walls, and never reappeared.

The winter brought by the Giants descended early upon Moon Harbor City. For the fleeing humans, the winter of Moon Harbor City may never end, slowly freezing the confidence of inevitable victory in every holy Pate resident's heart.

This war has only just begun, and winter may slowly freeze the entire human world in its grip.

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