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The Survivors Chapter 5

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Arius's POV

For almost two days my army treks through the dark forests of Silverpine. From Dalaran we've passed through Pyrewood to resupply and warn off the villagers of the danger. Though they were happy to give us any aid we needed, they refused to heed our warnings and said they would not evacuate yet.

Light have mercy on their souls. I close my eyes as I ride outside of the camp on my warhorse.

In all fairness, the army has been making good time. Within the first two days of the expedition the force have already marched a good distance and is already approaching the first village, Silverglen.

Silverglen was what from the guides said, was a rather large town of about five thousand souls which is located along the main road of southern Silverpine, not too far north from Shadowfang Keep. This meant that is the undead were going to launch an invasion of Silverpine, that village would most likely be attacked.

I slowly begin to turn my stallion around and head back to camp. It was built based on standard protocol. This meant a shallow ditch was dug around the circumference of the encampment, past that were wooden stakes piled on earthen mounds just beyond that if the undead got past the moat. Within the inner circle where the soldiers tents.

Many of the soldiers were resting or cleaning their weapons save for the sentries on duty. I dismount my stallion and give the reins to a waiting stable boy.

Felwyn and some of his other officers are waiting for me outside the command tent located in the center of the camp. "Status Captain."

"We're about five miles from the town. They don't seem to have been attacked by the Undead, though they seem rather quiet." There was a brief pause. "The men I've sent into town haven't reported back yet."

"Is something wrong?"

"I've already sent riders into the surrounding area in order to secure it."

"Excellent." I smile and holds my arms behind my back as I entered the command tent. Inside was dominated by a rectangular table with maps and reports. I begin to look through them and make plans for when we enter the town with the other officers.

Most seemed competent enough, though none of them have the same level of experience as Felwyn. Even some of the legions original officers seemed to be more suited for administration than actually. Shouts begin to rise outside and soldiers begin to rush in one direction.

I stand up and run up to Felwyn whose directing the men forward. "Whats going on?" I demand.

"The scouts have returned. They look shaken." He replies running up to one entrance of the camp.

I follow after them and see a crowd of men gathering around three horsemen who are trying to keep to calm their mounts. As Arius approaches, the mount rears back and nearly throws his rider back. "Whats going on? Did you run into the undead?"

Rendal grips the reins of his horse and leaps off it. "Our horses didn't even reach a mile out before something spooked them."

"Oh? What was it?" My brows shoot up.

"We're not sure. We didn't really get a good look, but I saw it through the trees. It was a large winged creature that swooped from the sky above to a nearby clearing. It didn't look like it was attacking though." The Trapper explains. "I would have checked it out, but whatever it was scared the horses spitless."

"You saw only one?" I ask, intrigued. The more I listen the less likely it sounded like an attack. It didn't even seem like whatever the creature was realized they were there.

He nods in confirmation.

"Then take some men and find out what it was, but try to avoid engaging it if possible. If it's an undead kill it." I saw as a stable hand takes the panicking horses away. Rendal salutes and gestures for the two scouts to who accompanied him out earlier and leaves.

Slowly the crowd begins to trickle away. Many by what they were muttering to each other seem disappointed that there was nothing of interest. I return to the tent and finish my meeting with my officers. For the most part it was just finalizing certain details such as what route we should take, how will do the talking when we go to the towns and how to bring them to Dalaran.

After about half an hour I head out the tent, stretching my arms. I've been sitting for so long it feels as if my legs were about to fall off. Maybe getting some work done on the field would be good for me.

Felwyn was already waiting from me outside with a scowl on his face. "Rendal and his men have returned."

I sit up straighter and look at him. "And? Did they find something of importance?"

He grunts and rubs the bridge of his nose. "Well, I think I'll let you be the judge of that." He jerks his head up. "Rendal! Bring them here."

My breathing stops as I see them leading in a Gryphon which is making a big fuss, flapping its wings and kicking its legs around. Rendal ducks in order to duck its swinging talons. He growls and jabs its hide with the blunt end of his spear.

The Gryphon roars in protest as its heralded by men armed with spears. "Please stop! You're hurting him." A voice protests meekly.

Behind the Gryphon, two guards forcibly haul a girl by her arms and shove her in the middle of the crowd. My breathing lags and stop as Nori looks up and offers me an embarrassed smile. "H-hello there Arius. Fancy seeing you here."

"Uh huh." I cross my arms together, scowling at her like a parent might to a disobedient child. I tap my foot and gesture for her to start talking. "So care to explain the commotion you've been causing."

"Well um, Gryphons have never been fond of horses since the knights that hunt them were on horseback so they aren't too fond of them now, so-"

"That's not what he meant!" Felwyn snaps angrily and points his finger accusingly at her. "Why are you here? We told you not to come here."

Nori clicks her tongue and stands akimbo. "Technically, you told me that I couldn't join you. So I came here on my own."

The Captain makes deep rumbling sound in his throat. "Go home now girl. This isn't a place for you."

However Nori meets his steely gaze and lets a growl of her own. Then I notice a fire burning brightly in her eyes that I don't think I've seen in her before. "No." She pushes her cloak behind her hand. As it shifted, he caught sight of a slim shortsword hanging on her belt.

Why did Nori have a sword? And by the look of the notches and scratches on it, it was one she had used quite a bit. I bite my lip. Perhaps I judged her too quickly. "Arius. Talk some sense into her."

I tear my gaze away from the sword, then back at the Elf who clenches her fist and looks ready to fight anyone. "Draw your sword." I order her quietly.

She nods and in one fluid move of her wrist, pulls it out and raises the sword in front of her body. I grab Felwyn's sword from its scabbard. "Excellent." My attack was sudden and swift that by the time I leap a step closer,the blade was already swinging at her giving her no quarter.

It was intended to stop a few inches from her neck, but she was clearly not the inexperienced girl I thought she was and meets my swing with her own sword. Steel sparks as it meets steel and she growls, gripping the sword with both hands-then suddenly drops down to one knee.

My swing moves over her head, slicing a stray strand of hair at the top. I jerk my leg up, striking her chest and causing her to stumble back on her ass. But as soon as she hits the ground, she springs up and lunges again.

I turn my sword up into a blocking position and shove her back. My foot cuts into her leg and before she can comprehend what was happening, falls to the ground. Nori grunts in pain then pushes herself to her elbows. Her cheeks are burning as she feels all the people eyes staring down at her,

Felwyn taps his foot and looks at me. I extend my hand to help her to her feet. "She comes with us." I announce to all of them before returning to my tent."

Nori's POV

At dinner the camp was packed with soldiers gathering together in small groups around big roaring fires. Any empty space between tents were used for the fires, though they make sure to set them up a foot away from tents to avoids setting them on fire. They all talk casually with one another, sharing laughs and telling stories.

Yet their voices die down as I walk past the. I feel their eyes trail on me as I find a quiet corner away from everyone else. I wonder how they see me. An arrogant elf? A spoiled child?

I gather a few sticks and pile them together then begin arranging the rocks in a circle around them. I pick up two smooth stones and begin to rub them together to find a spark.

"You're doing it wrong." One of the younger humans says as he approaches my fire. He was curly haired, dark-eyed and looked about in his early twenties.

He sets the bowl of porridge he's carrying down and starts to rearrange them, letting them lean on each other to form a loose pyramid. "You're supposed to set them like this. It's to increase the strength of the flames."

"Thank you." I offer him a seat beside me on the bench. "I'm Nori."

"Rendal at your service milady." He bows dramatically and plops himself down to the chair.

I roll my eyes and throw a grape at him, Rendal catches it and winks at me. He pops a piece of boar into his mouth. "So mind telling me what brought an elf all the way out in the forest alone?"

I pick at my plate absently before taking a bite from my stag flank. "Well my family lives in Silverglen. I wanted to make sure their ok." I looks back at Felwyn laughing with some of the footmen.

"Don't worry about the Captain." Rendal shrugs and keeps eating. "He's a good man, though just a bit wound up tight. But he only does that because he cares about us."

I snort and start eating. A moan escapes my lips as I taste the roasted boar and start eating as well. "Alright if you say so."

"The Captain lost a lot of men in his command before. So he's not too keen on losing any more. Especially pretty elves like you." He flashes me a wink, nudging some stray stones with a stick.

I chuckle and eat quietly. "Not gonna work on me, but feel free to keep trying." Looking around at the rest of the camp and seeing all these people talking and enjoying each others company made her feel a bit homesick.

She missed all her friends back in Silverglen and her family. There was a long silence for a while after that.

But after a bit Rendal pips in again. "Well, since you ruined my last scouting mission. I guess it's only fair that you join me again."

A tiny smile plays on my lips. "Well if I must."

The next morning the two of us have set out early. They didn't have an extra horse so I ended up using my Gryphon.

"So. How long have you lived in Silverglen?" Rendal calls out from ten feet below.

I glance back at him and hover on Grayquill's back. The Trapper is riding on brown stallion. "About almost twenty years." I shout back to him.

"You spent your whole life there?" Rendal shouts back, pulling out his waterskin and taking a swig.

I allow myself a small smile. "Thats so sweet of you to think that I'm that young. But I'm over two hundred years old."

Rendal gasp and water spills onto his tabard. "Two hundred."

I point at my elongated ears. "Elf." Even though the two of us looked the same age, it was hard to remember that we were centuries apart.

"Right." He turns back to the dirt road in front of his. "Anyway. We should be approaching the main road soon."

Grayquill squeaks loudly and rears back. My ears pick up a steady thump, thump, thump not to far away. "Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?" Rendal looks around and sees nothing.

Nori purses her lips and swings my reins forward. My Gryphon zips forward up at the elf and land just a few feet away from the intersection with this and the main road. Then my heart drops.

Advancing on the road was a single column of Undead meat wagon and other assorted siege weapons. At their flanks were the dark robed cultists and undead gnolls. Some were carrying banners of their army. All of them possessed swords, axes and daggers.

From this voice I hear the muffled voices of the men talking to each other.

I nearly tumbled off my mount as I force the reins to the side. Though thankfully Grayquill gets my message and veers off to the trees. I peer through one of the bushes and stares at the column in disbelief.

Then as if something wraps around my chest, I couldn't breath. I remember that there was only one place of interest that the road led to: Home.

The I hear the clomping of hooves behind me. Rendal was riding up to them and was just about to crest the hill.

"Shit." I mutter and try to wave my hands to get his attention. "Rendal. Rendal!" I hiss loudly.

But still he keeps going.

I calculate that he still has about a minute until he sees them. Or they see him.

Then the sunlight catches against the blade of my sword. I pull out my sword and angle the light towards him. The light shines like a beam at his eyes.

Rendal curses and covers his eyes with his hand. He looks around for the source and finds me waving at him. I point frantically at the Undead force which he was only a few meters away.

His stallion flew like a comet to the forest, darting beside me and leaving a trail of dirt. He pulls to a stop right beside me and leaps off his horse. "Holy Light." He mutters.

I nod grimly. "We have to do something about them?"

"There is nothing we can do about them, at least not alone. We better head back and tell Arius." He replies, not taking his eyes of the column until the last stragglers move out of sight.

Wordlessly I nod and climb onto Grayquill's back. He growls and with a great leap, throws himself into the air. He catches a breeze and sails through the clouds.

The forests underneath us were beautiful. At this time of the year all the leaves were a greenish-silver. There were plenty of animals like wolves, bears and stags wandering the woodlands. Yet I couldn't bring myself to enjoy it. Not with the army of the dead coming to destroy my home.

She tries to do her best to put those thoughts aside as the last of the undead army disappear from my view and in its place is the circular encampment of Arius's army legion.

I ground Grayquill in space between the rough and ready stables and the kitchen area. Even before Grayquill's legs touch the ground I leap off and run to up to Arius's tent. The flaps were left partially open to reveal him and his men seemingly in a deep discussion.

But what I have to say was far more important. I push the tent flaps open and burst in. All the men jump back in surprise as the air rushes in. "We have to talk." I shout, getting everyone's attention.

"I don't think you've noticed, but we are in the middle of something." One of the officers growls, baring his teeth at me.

I ignore him and all the withering looks they're all giving me. Instead I focus my gaze intently on Arius. "The Scourge has begun to attack Silverglen. I saw an entire column of their troops marching to the town a while ago."

One of the men snorts, but Nori whirls around, glaring murderously at him. "You think I'm lying? I go out on a scouting mission for you, and here you all are denying the information I give. Maybe that's why the Undead have beaten you back. Because you're all too arrogant to listen to what you're subordinates have to say!"

Everyone rises to their feet and shout at her, some hurling accusing profanities. It was out of line, and most certainly disrespectful, but I didn't care. People's lives were on the line and I was ready to take them all if it meant getting them to listen.

"Enough!" Arius shouts, anger plain and silencing any possible protests from them. "I'll handle it myself." He looks back to his stunned officers. "Mathius get your cavalry brigades ready!"

Arius grabs his helmet that was resting on the table and straps it on. "Meeting adjourned." He says, following Mathius out.

"Thank you." I whisper as he walks past me.

Arius's POV

"It looks like that the elf was right." One mounted soldier reports, looking at his spy glass. "There's at least a dozen of those siege weapons."

My jaw clenches up tightly as I remove my own spy glass and look. "Damn. There's only one place where those roads lead to that siege equipment would matter."

The scout brandishes his lance. "So what are your orders sir?"

"Tell your captain to prepare his forces. We're going to charge them." He salutes and rides off to where the rest of the cavalry are waiting. I shift around on my saddle and pull out my hammer, tracing the holy glyphs engraved on it and asking for the Lights blessing.

Then I turn to the mass of horsemen massing just behind a hill. They have formed themselves in a wedge for maximum momentum as soon as they strike their enemies. Like a spear piercing through armor if could deadly for those who get caught. The men's horses knicker nervously in anticipation. On the other side was undead siege train.

I let my horse move in a slow trot to the join them. "Prepare to charge!" I raise my hammer above my head and let its energy bath the warriors.

Mathius, his cavalry officer barks orders to his men the turns and nods to me. "Charge!" I kick the sides of my charger and spur forward.

It rears back and bursts into a full gallop, kicking up dust and dirt as it makes the turn. Behind my the rest of my mounted soldiers are close at my back, with lances leveled and swords raised.

The undead are concentrating on bringing their heavy weapons forward that none even glance back. Some of the cultists hear the thunderous sound of the attack and spare a look at their backs.

But by this point we've covered almost the entire distance and were upon them in moments. One cultist raises his voice in alarm, but my hammer comes down on him like a blacksmith forging a blade and the acolyte drops on the ground.

The rest of horsemen collide with the convoy, throwing living and the dead alike aside like rag dolls, their blades flash in the sunlight as they lash out, heavy lances impale anything that gets within ten feet of their owners.

What helped was that virtually none of the cultists wore armor and those that the undead wore were rusted and badly damaged. The Gnolls who charged ahead of their comrades were the first to fall, trampled under hoof by the horses and their riders. But still a few were able to hack and bite at some men while others fired crossbows at us.

We whirl around, dancing circles around the undead and smash through their ranks again.

A few cast spells or attack the riders up close with melee weapons, some even start to pull at their mounted foes in attempts to drag them down, but it did little more than delay their inevitable death.

A pair of cultists try to aim one of the meat wagons at us, but at this range they'll more likely cause more damage to the wagon than us. His warhorse leaps over one of the meatwagons wheels and lands hard on top of the man.

His hooves trample over his body and gallops over his body. His partner raises a sword defensively. "My blood of Ner'zhul!" He shouts, charging at me. I duck under cultists blade and slam my hammer into his gut.

I didn't bother sparing him a second glance as I smash grab a torch from my horse and light it. With a soft prayer to the dead I throw it into the hold in the center of the meat wagon where it it spreads to the corpses in there.

Now at least the people's bodies won't be used to claim more lives. When I turn back to the battle, most of the undead have been defeated and the last ghoul topples to the bloodied ground.

"It looks like Silverglen is safe for now." Mathius says. He's using a strip of his torn cloak to clean blood off his longsword.

A gurgled laugh escapes from one of the bodies. Two knights shove some dead gnolls aside and find a human buried underneath their bloated bodies. "Fools. Fools!" He rasps weakly, a stab wound on his side churning blood on the hard packed dirt.

One of the footmen steps forward and draws his sword. "Allow me milord."

"Kill me if you must. But my death will cost you your town." The half-mad cries hysterically.

I place my hand back to the soldier. "Step back soldier. Explain yourself cultist."

"You think this was the invasion force of Silverglen? Why do you think your scouts haven't returned? This was merely the relief force. Those foolish elves will pay for their resistance." He chortles, sputtering wildly before falling still.

The information hits him like a charging bull.

How could that have been possible? A force large enough to take out the four hundred man garrison should have alerted someone. Surely when the town was attacked someone could have called for help. Even if they blocked the town there was still the harbor that could be used.

I took all my willpower not to tumble down from where I was standing.

By the look of the other men, they too were dumbfounded. All were staring at me slightly open mouthed and waiting for orders.

Then another thing comes to mind. "During the Second War my father served as a captain in the ranger corps with Alleria Windrunner."

Her father probably taught them. But if the undead were sending a relief force that means the the town hadn't fallen yet.

Theres still a chance.

I whip my head back as fast as an adder to the nearest rider. "Get back to the camp and tell the men to begin moving to Silverglen. Now!"

The runner salutes and gallops off.

I turn back to the remainder of the cavalry. "The rest of you let's go ahead. We'll clear the woods and make sure the route is safe for the troops."

Nori's POV

"Faster everyone!" I sprint ahead of the long line of men, easily outpacing the slow moving soldiers and reaching the front where the few cavalry who remained are riding ahead.

As soon as the out of breath rider had returned informing them of the news, Felwyn quickly took command and ordered a forced march through the main road. Still, while the men were moving at a steady pace they needed to be in Silverglen. Now!

After a few moments of pacing, and hoping the infantry would speed up, she bites her lip in frustration and sprints ahead of the horses. "Double time everyone!"

Yet no one pays her any heed and don't change their pace. She resists the urge to claw at her hair which is now in messy tangled locks. She glances among the mounted soldiers and spots a set dented gold armor. "Captain! The men are moving too slowly." I slide in between the horses and start walking alongside him.

"The troops are actually making good time, and shouting at the men won't change anything. You do not have the authority to command them." He doesn't even glance down at her and keeps his face impassive.

"But the city is under siege right now! We need to reach them." I insist, wanting to leap into the dense forest and run the res to the way.

"We will help them." Felwyn says calmly. "But we must also not tire the men too much." He then notices my boots bracing on the ground, ready to run. "Don't you dare try running."

"But I need to help them!" I protest.

"One elf wouldn't make a difference, assuming you would be able to reach them. If we rush now our men will end too tired to fight properly."

I curse under my breath. As much as I hated it, his logic was sound and I couldn't fault it. "Very well." I concede.

Felwyn places a hand on my shoulder. "Just be patient. We'll be there in half an hour at most."

"Just get them moving!" I snap.

Arius's POV

The stench was horrific. The reek of carrion mixed with gunpowder and burning flesh sent most men in my detachment reeling. Suddenly I was grateful for my helmet. Not must to protect my head but also to hide how green my face probably was.

My soldiers gag and cover their mouths as they rode on.

The destruction of Silverglen was in some ways even more terrible than that of the Capital City. Yes. At least there the city was left sill intact. Here, many buildings in the settlement was left in rubble. Even the street had large holes blown into it, scattering the cobblestones everywhere.

A fire burn hotly in my veins and heart. All this destruction because of a few madmen who were obsessed with death. For every person who died because of these bastard, I would kill a hundred cultists.

Still my troops slog past the rubble and the gory remnants of bodies too damaged to be used. The only thing that was pushing us forward was the steady sound of cannons coming from town citadel.

Smoke was still rising in such amounts that it nearly blocked the sun. That was good. It at least meant that there was someone alive and fighting. I kick the sides of my horse with my ankles and order it forward.

The other men gallop forward as well. Zipping through the empty streets, dodging rubble and continuing to ride until we reach the walls of the town keep. Even though it was still standing, the walls have taken a tremendous beating. Crack and chips are displayed prominently and it's begun to crumble apart

The barred gate was smashed open and collapsed and now undead are flooding through the arched entrance.

"Charge!" I shout, kicking my armored war horse into action. It nickers loudly and bursts into a speedy gallop.

Around me are the other cavalry force join in and lower their lances to form a literal wall of spears.

The horses hooves pound loudly against the ground and several undead turn to face us. About half of those in the archway turn to face us. Most are gnolls who cackle and snarl and charge at us.

Yet in such tight spaces my heavy cavalry was nearly untouchable and was like a wall of steel. Many a chopped down by the dozens of spears bristling, then crushed by hooves of the horses.

Though unlike before, they're coming in far greater numbers. Even as my hammer crushes one gnoll against the wall, a skeleton warrior comes at me with a sword raised. I barely pull my hammer back as his blade scrapes against its steel shaft.

I slash my hammer back and the undead warrior it reeling to the ground before being trampled. Beside me, cracks begin to show in my troops wall of steel.

One gnoll was impaled in the stomach by a knight's lance. Yet instead of falling it pulls at the polearm and drags the warrior down too were the gnolls comrades tear at him.

A corpse of what appears to be an orc limps forward despite the vicious stab wound it received on its leg and smashes a pike aside with its shield. It throws its axe at a knight before being cut down for good.

A third rider goes down, writhing in pain as a human necromancer casts a spell on him.

But still my troops press on. We soon reach the end of the tunnel, though the sight outside wasn't any better.

Outside the keep, its courtyards was a killing field. Dozens-no hundreds of undead warriors are advancing against the citadel's defenders. The reek of decay was so powerful that it was a miracle that no one collapsed from the smell.

Dozens of men in women dressed in ragged and worn platemail over leather, armed with whatever weapons are fighting desperately to keep the at bay. They are fighting in small clusters against the sea of fallen warriors.

Cannons have been set up by the entrance above and are firing at the undead. A group of skeletons burst into gore and debris where a shell landed in the center.

As the survivors in that group try to reform, they're suddenly struck by musket fire brought from snipers on the ledges and balconies of the citadel. Following them were arrows that came down in waves. They were lighter than human made arrows, and more elegantly carved. Then I catch a glimpse of a set of glowing aqua eyes and a pair of elongated ears perched on a gargoyle.

Elven rangers. That could mean Nori's father is still alive.

"These men need help!" I shout, swing my hammer back and forth at the walking dead. Around me the men rally. They form a semi-circle around one of the walls and attack, clearing the immediate area of enemies. Though most of the undead's attention seem to be focused on the men defending the keep.

"Dismount everyone! Our horses won't be much good here." I leap of my horse and raise my weapon. "Head to the keep!"

The ground underneath me suddenly shakes violently. "Fire again!" I hear someone from the ledge above shouts.

Another volley of cannonballs tears through several skeletons, sending bones flying in many directions. We made slow progress to the castle. Thankfully the living defenders take this as an opportunity to attack again.

Our combined forces slowly begin thinning the ranks of the dead. Even as more of them drop by my hand, it slowly begins to get easier. Unlike fighting gnolls or bandits who had lives and family, even the orcs were more human than these things.

And as for the cultists directing them, I didn't feel any regret for them either. They destroyed countless lives and violated the laws of nature itself by bringing monstrosities like this to the world.

I snarl, taking my anger and frustration on the advancing dead. The monstrosities in front of me offered a great outlet for violence and I fight savagely like a bear in the woods. Powerful. Brutal. Vicious.

My legs give way underneath me. The last walking corpse drops to the ground with a dozen arrows, and doesn't rise up again.

I let myself lean on my hammer as I try to get up. Sweat matted my hair. I survey the sea of corpses with grim satisfaction. To their credit, the monsters fought with unparallelled savagery. For that they were slaughtered to a man.

Yet it came at a cost. Although are casualties were tiny compared to what the undead lost, they were still appalling. It's highly unlikely we would survive another 'victory.'

Mathius appears at the foot of the steps with another man in tow. "Sir. We found the defenders leader."

The young man removes his helmet and wipes sweat from his brow and makes a halfhearted attempt to smooth his hair back. "My name is Arthur sir."

"Well Arthur, would you mind telling me what the hell happened here?" I salute to him and swallow the water in my waterskin.

He sighs, looking at the dead. "It's a mess they've been attacking us for almost a week. At first it was small raids. We didn't think it was much and just thought it was some rogue wizard causing trouble, but nothing we couldn't handle. But two days ago a massive army attacked. They struck the garrison and practically wiped it out."

Light help them.

"So who's been defending the town?"

"The militia sir." Arthur sets his spear down and looks at some of his men who are milling around the corpses. "Along with a few of the surviving troops we organized a defense here. The civilians are all inside the castle."

By the Light. I glance up the castle. It wasn't especially large, and it definitely couldn't fit a population of five thousand. That would mean-I shake that thought out of my mind. I couldn't bear to think about that.

Mathius nudges a corpse with his foot. "Well, at the very least it looks like we got them all."

"For now." Arthur mutters under his breath.

Me and the cavalry commander give him a questioning look.

He stares into the horizon. "Well. This was just the first wave."
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