Chapter 59: Chapter 58: Wolf Pack Invasion
The small town could no longer hold.
Holding his longbow, Clark looked at the dense pack of wolves outside. He gritted his teeth, a look of deep pain on his face. Those damn demon beasts were already close to breaching the wall, and he felt utterly powerless against these creatures. He turned his head to his side, where his militiamen were already in a sorry state. Despite the protection of the wall, the black wolves’ flames had still injured many, and these magic-infused flames were almost fatal to ordinary people!
“It’s all over here.”
Clark sighed deeply, then turned his head toward a girl not far away. She had a head of golden curls, and the pure white Divine Robe she wore was now stained with dark red blood and dust. Even so, the girl continued to try to heal the injured around her. She reached out her hand, and a faint white radiance soon appeared, enveloping the wounded and dispelling the black mist clinging to their bodies. Under the Holy Light’s illumination, the once pained expressions of the injured gradually became calm, but Clark knew this was merely a drop in the bucket.
Clark sighed and looked at the girl beside him, speaking.
“There’s still time. You don’t need to die here with us! This is our home, and you’re just a traveler!”
“But I am a cleric, a cleric of the Order Sanctuary!”
Hearing Clark’s words, the golden-haired girl wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes and shook her head. Her voice was hoarse, even trembling a little, but she still refused to leave.
“Guarding order and fighting chaos is my duty! I will never flee!”
Hearing the girl’s response, Clark sighed again. He raised his longbow and looked down once more. The black wolves were already at the base of the wall, baring their mouths to unleash crimson flames upward. The scorching heat hit Clark head-on, forcing him to step back to avoid the skin-melting temperature. Even so, the stone wall beside him began to soften and melt like butter under the flames.
Looking at the scene before him, Clark’s face turned ashen. These black wolves were not ordinary beasts but demon beasts. On this continent, the so-called demon beasts were creatures infected and mutated by Chaos Magic. Their attacks weren’t mere physical strikes; each carried the power of chaos. If hit, one would immediately be infected by Chaos Magic and tragically die, turning into a creature.
If not for this cleric maiden of the Order Sanctuary staying here by chance, the town would have likely been destroyed in the first wave of black wolf attacks.
“You, take her away immediately!”
Clark made a quick decision without hesitation, signaling to two soldiers beside him, and issued a stern order.
“This lady is a cleric of the Sanctuary and must not come to harm! Escort her to the dock and board the Red Fish to leave! Remember, even at the cost of your lives, ensure her safety. Understood?!”
Hearing Clark’s command, the two soldiers nodded and walked to the cleric maiden, intending to pull her up. But noticing their actions, the cleric maiden’s face changed dramatically.
“You can’t do this! If we persevere, help will come. You can’t give up…”
“Thank you, miss, but we know that continuing is pointless.”
In response to her words, Clark smiled bitterly.
“Sweetwater Town is just a small town. Even if we send a call for help, the front line can’t spare any forces. Honestly, I am very grateful to you. Because you stayed, we were able to evacuate everyone else. Without you, the town would have fallen on the first night of the black wolf attacks. But now our families have safely left, we have no regrets. Let us fight to the last moment for our home!”
The cleric maiden bit her lip, unable to say anything. Clark turned his back to her, drew his bow again, and aimed at the wolves below.
“Go quickly! You saved our families; now it’s our turn to repay you! Miss, you are still young, with a long life ahead of you!”
The cleric maiden was about to speak, but the two soldiers stepped in front of her. Seeing their resolute yet pale faces, she hesitated. Tightening her grip on her staff, she seemed to be lost in thought.
At that moment, something unexpected happened!
A sharp wolf howl echoed, nearly engulfing the entire town. Clark and the cleric maiden’s faces changed, and they quickly looked towards the source of the howl. They were shocked to see a massive black wolf, perched on a nearby hill, howling at the sky!
Seeing the huge black wolf, which stood two to three meters high, Clark’s face turned pale instantly, and his longbow fell to the ground with a “clatter.” A seasoned hunter from the Northern Kingdom, he knew well the terror of a head wolf. But even Clark had never seen a real head wolf before. In the Northern Kingdom, black wolves were spread through children’s bedtime stories and hunters’ worried whispers. But seeing one in reality was an entirely different matter.
Responding to the head wolf’s howl, the initially chaotic black wolves raised their heads and howled back. Their attacks suddenly became fiercer!
The black wolves madly rammed into the wall, ignoring their safety. They charged straight at it, undeterred by injury or bloodshed. The black wolves’ bodies were extraordinarily tough, making such collisions almost harmless to them.
But for the militiamen on the wall, it was the last straw. Under the reckless onslaught of the wolf pack, the wall began to shake violently. Some unfortunate men lost their balance and fell from the wall. They had no time to scream before being torn apart by the black wolves below.
Witnessing this scene, the cleric maiden became more resolute. Gripping her staff tightly, her eyes flickered as she looked at the carnage outside. Seeing the militiamen scream and fall from the wall, only to be torn apart, a determined look flashed in her eyes. She gripped her staff tightly and placed it on her chest as if making a decision.
At that moment, a holy white light beam descended from the sky.
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