The Villagers shot at the human structure with heavy hearts, understanding this was an eat-or-be-eaten world. They could only watch in guilt as it fell, with people falling on top of each other, yet they had to continue hitting to keep them back down—at least try to.
Some ’ladders’ continued to rebuild, some with new slaves, and some over the corpses of others. Others also tried breaking through the gates, but they would be killed by arrows or spears, but the slaves were relentless in their attacks.
The Villagers felt pity, but the sight also strengthened their need to win! If they lost, then the next ones pitifully clawing on gates with bare hands—even when their fingers were bleeding—would be them!!! free𝑤ebnovel.com
A few hours passed, and the war soon reached a peak and, while most teams managed to guard their section of the wall, it was inevitable for some weak spots to appear.
"Gyaaa!!" a man’s voice rang out in agony as enemies managed to climb up and attack.
The nearby guards panicked, shooting wantonly in an effort to fend off the invaders.
"Shoot!! Shoot!" one yelled frantically, fueling the others’ panic.
"Ahhh!" another cried as he was hit by an arrow—from an ally.
Ryan, who was in another area, immediately rushed towards them, using the dull edge of his sword to slash and push the enemies off the ledge. After so long, they had noted that just the act of pushing—even if it was to their deaths—was not punishable, likely because it was not the push that killed them, but the fall.
Of course, the wall was only 3 meters. The only time the enemies died was either they were too weak, got flattened in a stampede, or they were lucky enough to fall on their heads and break their necks.
Ryan sliced several more people almost at the rim. Though he couldn’t unleash powerful attacks, he was adept at pushing enemies back and using his elemental abilities to assist the others.
His appearance calmed the surrounding fighters. "Don’t panic, don’t waste your arrows and your energies," he said, immediately taking down whatever the enemies were using to get up.
"What!!!!" an enemy yelled as they were pushed back, the ladder getting destroyed by fire. However, in this one and a few other spots, hundreds still managed to get in.
Reuben on the other hand was by the gates, making the gates, walls, and people slippery so the people trying to climb over the other had a bit of a struggle.
By the time they could be a threat, they were already very tired and easily taken down by the rest of the citizens.
Ryan and Reuben were the only Mercenaries left within the walls at this time, with the others dealing with hundreds of others on their own far from their sight. The other citizens were busy attacking those trying to go up as well, for the entire length of the territory.
Despite their efforts, more enemies still breached the walls in other spots. After all, the level differences were there, and it was inevitable for a few sections to fall. The battlement wasn’t very big or wide and not many could use it, so a line would have one person, and how could they go against dense enemies a few levels higher than they were?
Not to mention, the enemies would literally use their slaves as shields in these areas. Anyway, the enemies climbed up one after the other with wooden ladders they built after arriving there.
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