Meanwhile, on another battlefield, a suffocating tension permeated the air.
In the bone-chilling cold air, the smell of blood permeated, as if every breath carried the scent of death.
Snowflakes danced in the sky, like spirits driven by a gale, swirling madly in the biting wind, emitting sharp howls, much like the angry roars of a storm giant, seemingly intent on mercilessly devouring all life in this world.
The city walls of Winterfell City were already completely shrouded in the blood left by the fierce slaughter.
The once sturdy and thick city walls now appeared mottled and grim under the baptism of blood and fire.
On every city brick, the hot blood and sweat of the Soldiers seemed to still linger, and in every crack, the cruelty and intensity of this battle seemed to be recounted.
Whether it was the City Guards of Winterfell City, or the Eleglacia Heavy Armor Shield Soldiers and Dawn Knights materialized by Link, or the Soldiers of the slave-catching team, all were engaged in an endless, brutal war of attrition. No one retreated, nor did anyone feel fear.
Because both the human side and the monster side clearly knew that as soon as one side could no longer endure this brutal attrition, or if fear of death arose in their hearts, this brief stalemate would be broken, and the fearful side would be slaughtered by the victors due to their rout.
This was a battle for survival, every second filled with tension and excitement, every breath accompanied by the danger of death.
"Drip! Drip! Drip!"
Link looked down at the wound on his chest and abdomen. Blood was slowly dripping from the wound, leaving a series of shocking red marks on the ground.
Just a moment ago, to block a surprise attack from the air by a vampire bat for Sterula, his abdomen had been gashed by the giant bat's sharp claws.
At the wound, the flesh was torn open, blood gushed out, and the intense pain made Link frown.
If he hadn't drunk a healing potion in time, and the wound was slowly healing, he might have met his end here today.
Link secretly congratulated himself, but at the same time, he couldn't help but feel worried about the current situation.
No wonder Winterfell City was overrun by these monsters in the game's storyline. Looking at the endless swarm of monsters continuously pouring out of the forest like a tide, even Link felt a surge of powerlessness.
These monsters were not just simple beasts; they were larger, stronger, and even more cunning.
Just like the vampire bat that ambushed Sterula, it stealthily approached Sterula, its sharp claws glinting coldly, deliberately launching a surprise attack from the air on Sterula's back while she was dealing with another monster.
If Link hadn't noticed in time, even if Sterula wasn't injured, she would have been knocked off the city wall by this vampire bat.
Below the city wall, there was a dense swarm of monsters. If she were to fall, it would be certain death, brutally dismembered by the monsters below, and likely not even a complete corpse would be found.
Thinking of this, Link couldn't help but grip the weapon in his hand tighter.
"Watch out for those aerial monsters! Divert some of the ballista fire to deal with those guys flying in the sky!" Sterula looked at the injured Link and shouted in a hurry.
Her voice was filled with anxiety and worry, her eyes fixed on Link, as if afraid he would suffer any more harm.
"Are you alright, Lord Link?" Sterula asked with concern, her hand unconsciously reaching out to Link, wanting to check his wound.
"I'm fine, don't get distracted!" Link endured the pain in his abdomen and drank another healing potion.
He endured the severe pain, straightened his back, and shouted loudly, "Brothers! Kill these damn beasts! The glory of Winterfell City will never end here!"
"Kill them all! Live and die with Winterfell City!"
The Soldiers of Winterfell City heard Link's shout, and all cheered, their morale greatly boosted.
Their eyes burned with the flames of anger, their weapons swung with greater force, and their battle with the monsters became even more intense.
When the common people of Winterfell City saw their Lord Link injured, they could no longer hold back.
They all picked up the weapons from their homes—kitchen knives, axes, wooden sticks. Although these weapons seemed so small in front of the magical beasts, their eyes revealed a firm determination.
They wanted to offer their strength for this city, for their Lord, and for their homes!
These common people ascended the city walls and fought alongside the Soldiers.
Their shouts, the clash of weapons, and the roars of the magical beasts intertwined, forming a tragic symphony of battle.
"Let those damned beasts see what we're capable of!"
"Heh heh," Link grinned, looking at the common people who had joined the battle.
This meant that everything he had done during this period was worth it.
Seeing the people bravely step forward at this moment to fight alongside them, his heart was filled with relief and pride.
Link raised the greatsword in his hand, which gleamed with a cold light in the sunlight, as if cheering for this battle.
He shouted, "Brothers! We will hold this place! We will die here! It is my honor to fight alongside you!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill—"
"Let these damned beasts witness the spirit of us humans!"
"Kill—"
The warriors' emotions were completely stirred up by Link, and they attacked the horde of magical beasts even more fiercely, as if they had gone mad.
Every slash, every thrust carried hatred for the magical beasts and a desire for victory; every shout seemed to shake the heavens and the earth.
Just as Link had stirred up the emotions of the warriors present and prepared for a desperate struggle, a dazzling firelight suddenly streaked from the sky behind them, erupting with a thunderous roar.
The firelight streaked across the sky like a meteor, illuminating the entire battlefield and the faces of the warriors, which were filled with hope and determination.
Immediately after—
"Boom!!!"
A crimson fireball landed among the beast horde outside the city wall, exploding instantly.
The enormous impact blasted the surrounding magical beasts flying in all directions, and firelight shot into the sky, illuminating that area with a fiery red glow.
The magical beasts were terrified by this sudden attack, letting out shrill screams and scattering in all directions.
The next second, with a whoosh, a purple figure landed beside Link.
It was Asaji!
"Asaji? You're back?" Link's heart filled with joy when he saw Asaji.
"Yes, Lord Link, the matter over there has been perfectly resolved. Now, leave it to her."
Asaji nodded, then looked at the fireball that had landed in the beast horde.
From within the dazzling flames, a female figure slowly emerged, clad in armor and carrying a giant axe on her shoulder.
She wore heavy black armor, exquisitely carved with patterns that shimmered with a mysterious light under the firelight. On her shoulder, she carried a massive battle-axe, its head half a person tall, its blade incredibly sharp and gleaming with a cold light.
She took steps, one by one, emerging from the flames, each step seemingly treading on the hearts of the warriors, filling them with hope and strength.
The next instant, she charged forward like a beast unleashed, rushing towards the magical beasts in front.
Her speed was extremely fast, like lightning, and she instantly plunged into the horde of magical beasts.
Immediately following, those magical beasts were sent flying into the air by the sweep of the giant axe, spilling large amounts of blood that stained the snow-covered ground along her path.
She wielded her giant axe with powerful swings, each capable of cleaving a magical beast in two.
The magical beasts were like ants before her, utterly defenseless.
The horde of magical beasts stood frozen in place, boundless fear spreading from the depths of their souls, freezing their bodies.
Their once ferocious eyes were now filled with terror and despair, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, as if they had seen a demon from hell.
As Agnes charged, she suddenly stomped on the snow, leaping directly into the air.
She soared high into the sky, like an eagle spreading its wings, then raised her battle-axe high, and a crimson glow like a sea of blood bloomed, obscuring the light of the sun.
The light was almost tangible, enveloping the surrounding magical beasts and making them feel an immense sense of oppression and fear.
What was to follow was—
Slaughter!
It would be the most merciless massacre!
Agnes's giant axe fell like raindrops, each descent taking the life of a magical beast.
Her figure weaved through the horde of magical beasts with ease, like a red lightning bolt, making it impossible for the magical beasts to track her movements.
"Thud! Thud! Thud!"
Agnes walked through the viscous pool of blood, her god-like body covered in bloodstains and bits of flesh.
Her armor was stained with the blood of magical beasts, but her eyes remained firm and cold, as if this slaughter was merely a trivial matter to her.
The warriors cheered when they saw Agnes's bravery, their morale greatly boosted.
They fought even more valiantly against the magical beasts, as if unleashing all their strength.
As the battle continued, the number of magical beasts gradually decreased.
Under the combined attack of Agnes and the warriors, they had completely lost their previous fearlessness of death and began to flee in disarray.