Arthur did not respond to the soldiers' shouts.
He was exhausted.
He had to confirm that the battle was truly over.
Arthur gripped the railing on the wooden wall tightly.
He looked out.
The cold and raging river swallowed the barbarians who, just a moment before, had been fighting for their lives against him and his men.
The barbarians waved their weapons, trying to struggle in the water.
They tried to plunge their weapons into the mud to avoid being swept away by the current.
But the rapid current easily stripped them of their strength.
It swept them away into the distance, or directly pulled them under the water.
Some barbarians who had managed to climb to higher ground, standing on rocks, were also quickly submerged by the continuously rising water level.
The entire valley had turned into a swamp.
"Soldiers! Throw spears! Archers! Fire arrows!" Arthur stood on high ground, his face expressionless, continuing to give orders, "Shoot everyone floundering in the water!"
"Yes!" The soldiers, covered in blood, gritted their teeth and showed no mercy.
The floodwaters washed over the battlefield, carrying away blood, corpses, everything.
Arthur's soldiers, relentlessly shooting from above, also took away the last hope of those barbarians.
"It's over, Lord Arthur," Hakon stood beside Arthur, looking at the struggling Arthur, his eyes red and his voice hoarse.
Arthur did not speak; he just quietly watched below.
The continuous tension and high-intensity combat finally came to an end at this moment.
An indescribable sense of exhaustion surged into his body like a tide.
It swept over his entire being.
"Well done, Lucien! Well done, brothers!" Arthur whispered.
His body swayed, the scene before his eyes began to blur, and he started to fall backward.
He thought he would fall onto the hard wooden boards, but the expected pain did not come.
A pair of strong arms caught him in time.
Hakon caught him.
Arthur fell into a deep sleep.
Bronn limped towards Arthur.
"Clang!"
"Protect Lord Arthur!" Hakon immediately became alert, staring nervously at Bronn.
The soldiers drew their longswords, pointing them in one direction.
Bronn was covered in blood, limping, his armor torn and damaged.
His face and body were covered in wounds of various sizes, some still oozing blood.
His eyes were bloodshot like a wounded lone wolf, with an indescribable complex emotion.
He looked as if he had returned from hell!
He walked step by step, each one heavy and slow.
Combined with his strength, his appearance put immense psychological pressure on the soldiers.
But no soldiers retreated.
A dying man's words are true.
When Arthur faced death, he said to them, "Brothers! It is my honor, Arthur's, to die with you!"
He proved himself.
Not as a noble.
Bronn ignored them, his gaze fixed on Arthur.
The surrounding soldiers' breathing quickened, and they gripped their weapons tighter.
Although this mercenary had contributed greatly in the previous battle, if he hadn't held that door firmly.
He bought them valuable time to reach the gate, and the battle might have been completely different.
Bronn bared his teeth, revealing teeth stained with blood, his smile uglier than a cry.
It was more like a demon just returned from hell!
He slowly raised the longsword in his hand, its blade covered in dried blood and mud.
Under the nervous gaze of the soldiers, Bronn suddenly plunged the longsword fiercely into the wooden board in front of him.
"Thud!"
Most of the blade sank in, the buried half trembling slightly in the wood.
"Tell!—Su—lei—man!!" Bronn gritted his teeth! "Every single one of your lives! Including his! You owe me money for them!"
"Otherwise! This isn't over!"
Having said that, he suddenly pulled a dagger from a nearby soldier's waist.
With a leap, he jumped over the railing into the water.
It was so fast that the soldier whose dagger had been pulled from his waist only reacted then.
He didn't know what he was going to do.
The soldiers, puzzled, all leaned towards the wooden railing.
But this question lasted only a moment.
Immediately after, crimson blood began to appear on the water's surface, along with several barbarian heads, floating up from the bloody water.
The soldiers didn't know how to distinguish barbarians.
But they could tell that these heads seemed to belong to the largest and strongest barbarians.
Bronn held the short dagger in his mouth, pulling the hair of the barbarian heads with both hands as he slowly swam back.
He then climbed the wooden wall and threw the heads in front of the soldiers.
Then he kicked a head towards a soldier.
"Tell Arthur!" Bronn threw the dagger back to the soldier, "I killed all three of the barbarian tribal chiefs!"
"Don't miss a single word!!!"
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Outside Deep Valley City, in the High Mountain Clan barbarian encampment besieging the city.
Ti Meis son Ti Mei stared intently at his barbarians climbing the city wall.
One after another, they were struck down by the defenders on the city wall.
He was very anxious now.
He felt as if he was running out of time.
Originally, he had planned to slowly rely on the barbarian raiding parties scattered to plunder food.
Replenish supplies.
Slowly starve these Plainsmen behind the stone walls to death.
But these raiding parties, one after another, disappeared.
Of course, he knew that in such a situation, there must be Plainsmen armies hunting them.
Because the first to disappear were several Burning Men Tribe teams.
But he couldn't do that; he had to keep the various tribes together.
Until they took this damned stone city wall!
But the divided tribes still gave the enemy an opportunity!
His warriors were few now! Exhausted! And covered in wounds!
Ti Meis son Ti Mei tightened his grip on the sword at his waist, staring intently at Deep Valley City!
This castle was like a nail driven into the junction of the High Mountain and the plains.
If the entire army bypassed it, once there was a mistake.
They would not be able to return to High Mountain.
This was the coffin nail that blocked his tribe!
He had an ominous premonition.
This made him very, very uneasy.
He didn't know the source of this damned unease.
He thought of the three tribes that had gone out in pursuit.
They seemed to have vanished!
It could be concluded that these fools were finished!
"This is not what those damned Plainsmen of Deep Valley said!" Ti Meis son Ti Mei drew the sword from his waist and said fiercely and loudly!
"I told you long ago! Ti Meis son Ti Mei! They are not trustworthy!" Chief Qi Ke's daughter Qi La of the Heier Tribe said sinisterly, "Plainsmen are all hypocritical, cunning, and malicious!"
"They are even willing to provide us with supplies! To let us plunder their own people!"
"Can these people be trusted!"
The way Chief Qi Ke's daughter Qi La of the Heier Tribe spoke made Ti Meis son Ti Mei even angrier.
Not counting the old and young who did not participate in this plunder and the warriors who remained in High Mountain.
The High Mountain Clan had lost almost half of their tribe!
The population of the High Mountain Clan was already small!
If those who had lost contact were already dead!
They had lost half of their people this time!
All of them were able-bodied adults!
To be able to devour over five hundred tribesmen in one go, with not a single person returning.
The Plainsmen must have at least a thousand elite warriors to do that! Perhaps even Iron-clad Knights!
Yet those Plainsmen in the valley told him.
All the Plainsmen from the plains had gone to resist the Free Folk from the sea!
"Ahhh—!!!" Ti Meis son Ti Mei drew his longsword and slashed it at a nearby tree. "Lies! Utter lies!"
The tree broke!