Clang Clang Rip!
I clashed hard against the women, dodging and defending while getting more and more injuries on my body.
The woman has enough anger in her eyes, that I don't think, she is holding even the smallest thing back. All the people I had fought hadn't held back, but there was a realization, even in their rage, that they couldn't kill me.
They could do anything else, but not kill me. This woman doesn't care about the consequences that might arise from that.
"You know, you will be in great trouble if you kill me," I said with Persuasive as I parried her saber, trying to go for her, but she quickly brought her saber back and attacked me.
Rip!
Her saber came like lightning and cut through my shoulder, which has already received many injuries and is a mess.
Every movement I make, shoots immense pain through several parts of my body. That I wanted to give us, but I kept fighting; there is no choice when others are more than pulling their weight, by doing the unexpected.
We had killed two Level 30+ powerhouses.
Stone thought it would be great. If we are able to kill a single one, but two had killed two, and that weakened the undead.
They now have the five Level 30s, instead of seven, but it barely seems to have affected the battle, as they are still fighting as intensely as before. It could be said, they have become more intense.
I catch a glimpse of the battles around me, now and then.
I could see Stone being bloody to every inch of his life and how Lena and others were doing everything they could to contain the Lich.
Even the people beside me are fighting the enemies, which is a level higher than them.
The young albino orc is fighting against the two people, and both of them are pre-Level 30 warriors. It is clear by their speed and strength, but the orc has been fighting them for the past half an hour.
It is kind of shocking to see that, seeing nearly anyone in his place would die, seeing the injuries on him, seemed worse than Stone, but he is still alive and fighting.
I had noticed that his fighting style was also quite unique. There is primalness in it, that made me feel like, he is a wild beast. I am not trying to play into the stereotype of the orcs, but it seemed the essence of wildness in his fighting.
Though he is not wild. There is deep intelligence in the young orc's eyes.
Every attack of him is precise and efficient to the frustration of the enemies, that couldn't kill him.
Instead, he would cop an injury or two, making them so angry that they had forgotten their purpose.
They were coming at me when he stopped them.
Rip!
The injury on my leg brought me back to reality, and I focused on my enemy. She is a fencer and if I am not wrong, likely related to the Nev Heartpeak.
She might be his student, lover, or relative; not that I care. The only thing, I care about is surviving because killing her would be hard.
She is a fencer and thus faster. It makes it, very hard to use any tricks on her.
Still, that doesn't mean I am not looking for the opportunity. I am looking at it every second. If I found it, I would not hesitate to use it, but it is unlikely that this woman would give me, even in the anger she is feeling.
Hun!
A few more seconds passed, and I saw another group of bone spears coming toward me.
I didn't try to dodge it or move away. Did anything that will give the enemy, any chance against me.
As for the lances, they will be dealt with. If not, then I will die.
Bang Bang Bang!
I had just thought that when the lances crashed against the shields and blasted into the pieces.
Since the battle began, I have been attacked with hundreds of spells and, except for one, every attack had been dealt with.
"Why couldn't you, just die!" she shouted as she came at me with another barrage, while I defended with the Swift Blade and Quick Parry, before dodging another with the Rapid Legs.
I am only using these three skills and sometimes Persuasive.
I am drained, and it is only the will that is keeping me on my feet. I had tried to be efficient, and I am still, but the enemies I had fought were difficult.
Each and every one of them had the power to kill me, and I needed to use the skills to kill them.
The red-haired woman in front of me is the most powerful of them all. I am barely holding on against her barrage, every moment trying to harness more power from these skills, so her saber wouldn't injure me more than I already am.
It would be great. If I could drink a potion, to heal my injuries and recover my stamina, but she is not giving me the chance.
If I tried, I might find my head flying in the air, but if I didn't, then I wouldn't be able to last much longer and suffer the same fate.
Rip!
I was just thinking that when she gave me another injury. This time on the check, on the small gap made by the man, I had fought before her.
It is because of it; that I had been able to kill him.
Ahhh!
Suddenly, I heard a scream, not far away from me and I thought it was an Albino Orc. He wasn't, but he was responsible for it, as he had cut the arm of the enemy and would have killed him, if not for another person stopping his ax.
I glanced at it for a moment, while taking a step back with Rapid Step. Dodging the attack by less than a centimeter.
It is good because I wouldn't want more neck injuries than I already have.
"Retreat!"
I had defended against the attack when the word I wanted to hear rang out through the battlefield.
Stone had called the retreat.
"You will not get away!" said the woman as she came at me with another attack, and I moved my rapier to defend.
Hun!
Our weapons were about to clash, when the anger in her eyes despaired, and she took a step back and moved left, dodging the arrow by an inch.
More and arrows as spells begin to appear from the wall to cover our retreat.
Stone had kept enough mages and archers on the wall to help us in retreat. They are now doing the job.
Clang!
The woman came at me, right after dodging the attack, not even letting me retreat, even five steps.
It was not just her, but the undead were also moved forward, stopping us from the retreat. It would be bad for them because if we retreated, they would need to break through the wall to enter the city.
It would make their job much easier job if they were able to deal with us here.
Clang Clang Rip!
I defend and dodge her attacks before retreating step by step. It is slow, but it is the fastest I could retreat.
More than a minute passed when the woman turned and dodged the attack from behind.
"Governor, leave this woman to me," said the half-orc man with a ponytail and engaged with the woman.
"Thank you," I said to him and retreated.
The woman wanted to stop me, but the half-orc kept her busy
Pachak Khack Pachak
I begin to retreat much more easily, but not without resistance. The undead are coming from every direction at us and we are killing them to clear our path.
We have gathered as the skills activated and retreat forming the line. Even Lena and others have joined; they are in the last line, taking the barrage from the Lich and other mages, along with fighters and undead.
Thankfully, they have support from the wall.
Stone had intentionally planned the battle closer to the wall. So, we will get the support we need from it, during our retreat.
From archers to mages to cannons begin to fire up, covering our retreat.
Minutes passed, and the first line reached the gate, before getting inside, and then it was the second line and the third. I was in the fourth line and quickly went inside, and the first thing I did was to drink the potion.
"Don't waste it on me; there are others who need it more," I said to the Priest when she moved her staff toward me.
The paladins weren't the only ones who had joined the battle; the priest had also entered the battlefield. For it, I am extremely grateful; she had saved many people, including me.
When I was fighting against the second enemy; I was heavily injured. Her spells, help me keep my injuries contained, till I killed the enemy and drank the potion.
I was surprised when Stone informed me, all five of them were willing to join the battlefield. The priests usually wouldn't, unless they were offered something good in return or desperate.
I threw away the bottle and walked down the stairs toward the gate, where Colonel Cardin was in command.
He nodded at me, before continuing with orders.
I looked ahead and saw the lines retreating; the undead were pressing with everything they could, but we were retreating.
Though everything isn't smooth.
"Target the Lich," shouted Colonel Cardin, and I felt his skills activating. Aiding in his command. Enhancing the powers and accuracy of the attack, among other things.
Stone is in trouble, not only Knight is pressing on him, but Lich and the other mages have also started throwing the spells at him. Our mages are defending and now started attaching the Lich.
The Lich seemed to be expecting that, as the mages around him brought tens of shields to protect him, while he targeted Stone.
"The southern army retreated!" informed the mage, and I felt relieved. It is Hugo, that leading it, there is also Valentina and Bishop Alanis.
I wanted to ask about them but didn't. If something had happened to them, I would have been informed.
Minutes passed, and only one line remained to retreat.
The pressure on the undead had increased as more mages joined the wall and slung the spells at them, forcing them to defend.
"Stone is good; I don't think, I would have been able to retreat, even in my peak with my life in my hand," said Colonel Cardin as Stone reached the gate.
Now, it is the knight who is retreating as our mages and archers begin to target him. If we were to kill him; it would increase our chances of surviving by a huge degree, but it is a futile dream.
The knight had retreated quite easily to his horde, under the protection of his mages, while I climbed down the wall toward Stone.