The Knights of the North Island, the Chief's Residence.

The tall body of Vice Commander Jerry lay on the cold brick floor, his entire body in a deep coma, his skin as red as if burned.

Next to little Jerry, Edgar slapped his face hard and shouted, "Big dummy! Big dummy! Wake up!"

At that moment, the door of the house was pushed open, and Lev, a warrior of the North Island Knights, walked in with a blood-stained hand axe at his waist and a basin of ice water in his hand, limping in.

"In order to kill as many enemies as possible, the deputy commander has used the 'Berserk' ability several times and has already reached a state of physical exhaustion." Lev squatted down, pulled out a cloth and threw it to Edgar: "Now we must find a way to cool him down, otherwise he will soon go crazy with the continuous high fever."

Seeing Edgar's anxious expression, Lev added, "I've seen berserkers slowly die after their attacks; it doesn't look good."

Edgar, his eyes red, picked up a wet wipe and vigorously wiped little Jerry's blood-stained body, choking out, "He'll be alright."

Lev picked up another wet wipe and began wiping Jerry's wounded abdomen, saying calmly, "The teachings of the gods tell us not to fear death. When life comes to an end, the scales of fate will await everyone. Whether king or slave, everyone will be judged; the good will enter the sanctuary, and the wicked will fall into the abyss."

Edgar sniffed hard and asked Lev, "How's it going outside?"

"The enemy's offensive has temporarily halted, but only temporarily. They are preparing for the next attack." Lev wrung out his warm towel, re-wet it with cold water, and continued, "Of the 226 brothers, only 109 remain. The corpses piled up at the regimental headquarters gate are like hills. Some are ours, some are the enemy's, but there are too many bodies and they are too fragmented to identify them."

Edgar asked dejectedly, "Can we win?"

Lev shrugged and said nonchalantly, "We originally had the upper hand in this battle. When it comes to willpower and conviction, no one can compare to the warriors of North Island... but the enemy's explosives and muskets destroyed our brothers' bodies, and even the strongest willpower was rendered useless."

Edgar shook his head: "So you mean, we're going to lose in the end?"

Lev calmly said, "Is there a difference? If I win, I will still die decades later; if I lose, I will just reach the Sanctuary a little earlier."

Edgar was about to speak when an explosion and gunfire erupted outside the house, interrupting him.

Lev tossed the towel into the basin, took his beloved hand axe from his waist, and smiled at Edgar, saying, "Farewell, my brother. The gates of the Sanctuary are open, the scales of fate are beckoning me, and I must go first..."

Watching Lev's joyful face and relaxed tone as he left, Edgar knelt on the ground, gripping Jerry's arm tightly, his whole body trembling.

Explosions rang out one after another, and gunfire gradually approached the house.

Edgar wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, grabbed his short sword and shield from the ground, struggled to his feet, and tried to walk outside.

A large hand grabbed his ankle, and a deep voice came from the ground.

Help me up.

Edgar looked down and saw that the weak little Jerry had opened his eyes and was staring at the door.

Gritting his teeth, Edgar squatted down and laboriously helped little Jerry up.

The two stumbled out of the door and arrived at the square of the North Island Knights' headquarters.

A large number of mercenaries carrying giant shields formed a solid shield wall and slowly walked towards the survivors of the North Island Knights.

Behind the shield wall, a group of rebels armed with muskets were firing through the gaps at the other side.

The warriors of the North Island Knights, facing an enemy force ten times their size, removed their cumbersome armor, picked up their weapons, and, shouting the names of the gods, launched a suicidal attack on the enemy lines while laughing loudly.

After a burst of gunfire, the deputy commander, Little Jerry, looked at his fallen brothers and let out a painful roar. He picked up a two-handed axe from the ground and dragged his heavy steps toward the enemy.

"It's him! It's that monster!"

Someone in the enemy ranks recognized Little Jerry and screamed in fear.

A musketeer quickly turned his weapon toward Jerry, blew on the tinder, and moved toward the fuse.

Seeing the dark muzzles of the guns, a frantic Edgar waved his arms and shouted at Jerry, "Big oaf! Come back!"

Facing the overwhelming enemy forces, Jerry didn't stop. He quickened his pace and rushed forward, glancing back at his brothers with that harmless smile he hadn't shown in a long time.

Edgar burst into tears and collapsed to the ground, his eyes filled with nothing but despair.

Just then, a clear cry came from the sky, and dozens of huge figures flew swiftly over the city and began to swoop down from the sky.

With the sound of bowstrings piercing the air, a dense rain of arrows fell into the enemy's formation, instantly reaping large numbers of lives.

After the rain of arrows, in the dim firelight, a huge griffin, flapping its massive wings and stirring up a gust of wind, appeared above the camp of the North Island Knights.

A dark elf with dark skin leaped down from the back of a griffin. Even before he landed, his warbow was already swaying, and arrows imbued with explosive flames struck the enemy, causing one massive explosion after another.

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