"Stand down!" Roland's voice rang out, his tone tinged with anger. The restlessness of the cavalry under his command was palpable, their eagerness to engage the Merlocks evident in their anxious movements.Wise watched as Roland stood tall, his face set in a determined expression, the pole in his hand a symbol of his authority. Despite his anger, Roland managed to keep his emotions in check, his voice steady and commanding."The front gate has been breached, and only a portion of the wall has been scaled," Roland declared, his words ringing out over the chaos of battle. "All is not lost. If we rush out now, we can only temporarily relieve the situation, but we cannot finish the war. All of you, remain silent and await my orders!"Wise nodded in approval, impressed by Roland's ability to maintain control in the face of such a dire situation. The young commander's strategic thinking and discipline were exactly what Wise needed in a second-in-command, and he was grateful to have him by h

The once formidable Merlock ranks, once a symbol of strength and unity, now lay shattered and broken under the unyielding onslaught of Dray and Roland's disciplined cavalry charge. Their once proud formations crumbled in disarray, their warriors fatigued and demoralized, unable to withstand the relentless ferocity of their adversaries. In this dire moment, there was a haunting silence on the side of the Merlocks, devoid of any rallying cries or encouraging words. The warriors, once filled with a fierce determination to conquer, now found themselves devoid of the will to fight. The madness that had once burned in their eyes like a blazing fire had now flickered out, leaving behind a hollow emptiness. It was as if the illusion of their invincibility, their imagined triumph over the humans, had finally shattered like fragile glass, revealing the harsh reality of their defeat.As the dust settled and the echoes of battle faded, the once mighty Merlocks stood defeated, their spirits brok

"Eat the food before you!" one of the ladies exclaimed, delivering a gentle tap to the shoulder of the knight, who the culinary delights had transfixed for a considerable duration."Alas, but..." the knight stammered, his gaze torn between the tantalizing fare and the insistent woman."The lord himself has granted you permission to indulge in as much as your heart desires," the woman replied, her smile radiating warmth and encouragement.The knight's eyes drifted back to the bustling kitchen, where a veritable menagerie of creatures, including the esteemed royal fowl, were being expertly carved and prepared by the nimble hands of the women. It was evident that the feast would continue well into the night, a testament to the abundance and generosity of the occasion.The unveiling of Wise's meticulously crafted, month-old batch of unreleased alcohol was a moment of anticipation and delight. This unique concoction, a novelty from the Ice Demon city, was a product born from sugarcane cult

"What brings you to our humble abode, sir?" inquired the old man, his demeanor hospitable."I require accommodations for my party," I stated simply, leaving the specifics unspoken as I awaited the village head's response.The old man gazed upon the youthful man with vibrant, golden locks, and in his weathered eyes, a glimmer of hope ignited. It was as if a treasure trove of gleaming gold coins had arrived at the doorstep of his humble village, promising a brighter future and a chance to escape the shackles of poverty that had long weighed upon his community.The ornate carriage, adorned with intricate designs and pulled by a team of majestic steeds, was a sight to behold. The guards, clad in exquisite armour that shimmered in the sunlight, stood tall and proud, their very presence commanding respect and awe. Even the warhorse, with its regal bearing and meticulously groomed coat, seemed to exude an air of superiority and privilege.This was precisely the scene that the old man's grea