Chapter 372 - Searching for Reinforcements (1/2)

Chapter 372: Searching for Reinforcements

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

On the tower balcony

The core members of the alliance were already here. They looked through the legendary yellow enchantment, observing the demons surrounding the fortress. Their faces were all pale.

Link pointed at one figure and said, “Look, see that black haired girl? She’s the daughter of Lord Nozama. Don’t be tricked by her petite looks, she’s just a hair away from reaching the Legendary realm. If we were out there, give her enough time, and she would be able to easily kill everyone here.”

Saroviny was an Assassin, at the same time, she knew some very useful high-level spells. Link suspected that she was had the same gifts of foresight as Celine. Engaging in guerilla battles with these types of enemies was the worst possible nightmare.

Everyone’s faces were pale.

Among them, the strongest was Link, at mid-Level-8, followed by Kanorse and Nana who had also reached Level-8. They were already strong beyond compare in Duke Abel’s opinion, but they still could not compare to the demon army whose commanders were a step away from the Legendary realm.

Legendary Warriors!

Just the thought of it made one tremble in fear. Who would dare confront these people?

“That’s not all,” Link continued. He pointed at the demons surrounding Saroviny. “This, this, and this guy, they all have Level-8 strength. I believe that out of the 230 high-level demons, thirty percent of them are over Level-8. That’s about 70 demons. Besides that, they have 60,000 low-level demons! It’s quite impossible to fight!”

Although a Level-8 demon was not able to obliterate an entire army like Link had done, against the human armies, they definitely would not face any obstructions. If they weren’t locked down in fights but free to roam the battlefield, they could easily kill thousands of people.

Demons like that, they had over 70!

Just these 70 were enough to obliterate all the soldiers in the fortress. There was no need to talk about the 160 Level-7 demons and the 60,000 demons who were all around Level-5.

It was only in the late phase of the game that players were able to deal with such a force of demons. Only when the true Light Army alliance was formed with the Legendary experts from the various races did they have a chance to fight back against these demons. Everyone’s faces were white as a sheet.

Kanorse said, “They’re trying to siege us!”

“Evidently,” High Elf Princess Milda sighed. She had long since woken up but had only gotten an hour of rest. Her spirits were far from recovered, and she looked fatigued.

Duke Abel was similarly forlorn. He didn’t bother looking at the demons outside the fort but reported some figures, “Within our fortress, there are 12,900 people. We have 50 tons of stockpiled rations. If we want to maintain our current fighting strength against the demons, we will consume one ton of food every day. At most, we will last two months.”

Princess Milda offered, “I have some seedlings… Forget it. It’s not going to work. The fortress enchantment has prevented any form of energy from entering. There wouldn’t be enough sunlight and water.”

Dwarf King Riel stroked his beard in habit. “In other words, we’re still going to die. Either we die starving, or we die in battle.”

Link glanced outside the enchantment. Saroviny could feel his gaze and turned to stare back at his direction. She smirked and waved her fist at him. It was extremely adorable, but it made one’s heart clench while looking at it.

With no mood to continue looking at the enemy, everyone turned back to return inside the tower. They had no mood to even discuss a strategy.

Link was in the best condition among them. He focused his mind and went to one of the great halls.

Although the fortress was said to be able to accommodate over 10,000 people, it was still rather crowded. The great hall was filled with people, especially injured soldiers who were lying down in the corner. The air was thick with the scent of blood, urine, and sweat, and it was extremely pungent.

As he walked in, Link saw a small figure in the corner. Her face was covered in wounds, and her hair clumped together with dried blood. She was leaning against a wall and clutched in her hand was a musket covered in blood and dir. Her head rested on a gunny sack filled with some items, and she was obviously fatigued.

It was the Yabba woman, Melinda. Initially, when the attack on Orida Fortress first began, she was grouped with the Yabba people and Link couldn’t find her. He was pleasantly surprised to find her still alive.

There were many cuts on her little face. Because there were few priests, and most were busy tending to soldiers with heavier wounds, she had not been able to receive any treatment.

Link’s feelings were complicated as he looked at her. She fidgeted, changing her resting position. As she moved her body, her eyes were shut tightly. A tear dripped down her face. This tear dropped instantly moved Link’s soul, causing him to shudder involuntarily.

This was just an ordinary Yabba young woman. Her country was invaded, her parents killed, and after arriving at Orida fortress, her clansmen were essentially all killed. At the moment, there were only about ten other Yabba people resting beside her.

After pausing for a while, Link softly said to a soldier beside him, “Help me fetch some blankets and lay them on the floor in my room. Let these Yabba people rest in my room.”

“Yes, sir,” the soldier obeyed.

Link turned to look at the human soldiers around. Essentially, all of them were injured. Some were lying on beds, their eyes blank. Some were softly crying or calling out. The priests were running around tending to injuries, and although they had completely used up all their divine power, it was evidently still not enough.

Link also saw Annie. She was injured but still in good shape, able to run about to help with work.

When the soldiers saw him arrive, they looked at him with hope. There was one soldier who was still very young. The signs of youth still marked his face. He was probably only 18 years old. His injuries were very severe, and he was on the brink of death. Trembling, he stretched out his hand, struggling as he said, “Sir, help me… save me!”

Link was helpless. His Dragon Power could assist people in recovery, but it could not bring the dead back to life. It also could not cure fatal injuries.

Link walked over and knelt on the ground. He grasped the soldier’s hand and said comfortingly, “Don’t be afraid. You will enter the kingdom of heaven. There, there will be no pain or darkness, no fighting…”

Halfway through his words, Link felt the hand he was holding lose all energy. The soldier had passed on. Even then, his eyes were wide open, hoping to be saved, hoping to live on.

Link solemnly closed the soldier’s eyes, and wordlessly stood up.

No! We cannot simply wait to die! Link knew he had to do something.

These soldiers had gone through a baptism of fire and blood. Given enough time, they would be able to grow into powerful Warriors of humanity. As long as they had enough time!

He needed to go and get reinforcements.

Link turned and went up to the hall on the second level. He was going to see Duke Abel.

…

“What?”