"Hold!" King Lauihnio bellowed while he and the soldiers tried to maintain a firm grip on their shields in order to not to break formation to prevent further casualties on their side.
The hurling of javelins at them seemed to go one forever but King Lauihnio knew that with time the energy that the charioteers used to harass them would fade and their javelins exhausted. "Archers get ready your bows! - Arrows! - draw!" King Lauihnio waited to sense when the quickness of their efforts reduced. When he noticed that their efforts were fading he smiled. "Fire!" he bellowed with much intensity letting out some droplets of saliva.At this order the Bauthinian archers unleashed a volley of arrows that arched up into the clear sky and swept on the Quanian charioteers. A good number of them were struck by the arrows and this reduced their threat. "Return to your defensive positions and hold." King Lauihnio ordered when he noticed that a few archers were struck by the Quanian javelins in retaliation for the arrows the Bauthinian archers had unleashed.After sometime he ordered them to unleash a second shower of arrows and once again when he saw the need for defence he ordered the archers to take refuge in the shields.This went on for about an hour and with the number of Quanian charioteers reduced and their javelins depleted they pulled back.King Brothlander then ordered forth his infantry in full force. When King Lauihnio saw the charioteers pull back and the fierce looking infantry advance he took a deep breath knowing that one of their main threats was nigh. "Up you lads - you see those men, they may look fierce appearing like wounded lions but we know them!, we know that there are more women than men in their ranks!. They are not proper warriors!. We have beaten them before and when they see our weapons and feel our spirits they will crack! - we maintain shield wall and we March as one - don't be scared of moving forward and knock them down with your shields and finish them off!" he bellowed.The Quanian army charged towards the Bauthinian ranks hurtling at them, showing no form of organization and yelling on top of their voices while letting out a loud battle cry. The Bauthinians ignored the swift advancement of the Quanians maintaining their shield wall in tight formation while marching with a moderate pace towards the enemy. However the Bauthinian archers marched behind the swordsmen with their arrows on their bows ready to fire.When the rushing Quanian army were at range king Lauihnio turned back. "Swordsmen go down! archers fire at the enemy!" At the order the Bauthinian infantry with swords bent on one knee while they crouched to take refuge in their shields in case of an attack. The Quanians were taken aback by this tactics, some of them tried to halt their advance but it was too late because they were already exposed to the merciless shower of arrows that rained on them. With a good number of them struck by the arrows many of them were killed outright with blood gushing out from their punctured chest, limbs and foreheads.With the Quanian charging army disorganized by that attack King Lauihnio ordered his swordsmen to rush at them seeing it as the best opportunity to inflict casualties on their infantry. "Advance and kill them all!" he bellowed as he and his men overwhelmed the Quanian front ranks hacking and jabbing at them.A Quanian swordsmen charged towards King Lauihnio and jabbed his sword at him but King Lauihnio parried the sword and hacked the face of the swordsman. With the battle axe stuck in his face King Lauihnio used his strength and pulled the weapon from his face making it disfigured and full of crimson blood.Some sections of his men maintained a tight defensive formation blocking the efforts of some marauding Quanian swordsmen charging down their efforts while thrusting their swords into their sides.The Quanians at the first ten lines gaped with terror at the overwhelming sight of the Bauthinian army. Some captains within their ranks barked out a string of orders for the Quanian infantry to hold their positions and taking up a tight defensive formation with their shields held out for their defense the Bauthinians hacked and strucked mercilessly on the dragon crested wooden shields of the Quanians.King Lauihnio was focused on a particular infantryman while in line with his men, he hacked continuously at the Quanian's wooden shield till it split into two. With the Quanian soldier fully aware of his only source of defence destroyed he stared at King Lauihnio with eyes that begged for Mercy but he was failed as king Lauihnio divided his skull and split his brain as he used his brute strength to strike the soldier.The Bauthinian army began to cheer as the Quanians pulled back after all the soldiers at their front line comprising of the first, second and third line were cut down. However the celebration was cut short as the fierce heavy calvary of the Quanians pounced on them cutting them down and thrusting their spears at the Bauthinian units who tried their best to defend on foot. The progress of the calvary was enough to give the Quanian infantry a high morale to charge down the Bauthinians. King Lauihnio panicked with fear at the onslaught of his men by both the heavy calvary and infantry of the Quanians. However over two hundred Bauthinian soldiers formed a circle around King Lauihnio in order to prevent him from being cut down by marauding Quanians.Lord Garhabal's heart skipped when he noticed the King was in danger then he ordered the calvary at his command to charge at the Quanians. Lord Wemblewin who took charge of the calvary at the left flank followed suit and together both commanders took it as an urgent task to save their King.The Quanian calvary heard the loud thud of the Bauthinian horses and they turned to their direction to engage at them. King Lauihnio was pleased and thanked the gods for leading his men to come to his rescue and with the Quanian calvary disengaging from the Bauthinian infantry king Lauihnio and his men lined up in columns and took the fight to the Quanian infantry.With the Quanian infantry outnumbering the Bauthinians as a result of the massive blows they suffered from the joint attacks of their infantry and calvary they soon found their wits and began to suppress the Bauthinians mercilessly cutting them one after another putting the Bauthinians in a very vulnerable state. "Fire the arrows." king Lauihnio yelled as the Bauthinian lines was pushed backwards.Even with the casualties suffered on the Quanian side as a result of the arrows the Quanians did not show any form of hesitation in the already bloody skirmish. King Lauihnio in anger continued to hack his way through the Quanian lines striking any of the enemy that came his way having less regard for his own safety. A good number of his men followed him by his side fighting ruthlessly showing strong spirit. They fought like gods among men as they showed how valiant they could be despite the falling of their comrades in this gruesome bloodbath with missiles of arrows and javelins raining down on both sides.At last King Lauihnio having broken through the Quanian lines sighted the dark Wazaj elves that surrounded king Brothlander. While he stared menacingly at the elves a Quanian infantry charged towards him at his side. He ducked at his effort and gave him a powerful blow to his neck with his battle axe causing flashes of crimson blood to gush out of his neck. The Quanian knelt down motionless. King Lauihnio turned to the dark elves who were looking at his direction and smiled for he intended to put up a show for them. He took a step back raised his battle axe and beheaded the Quanian at one swing."Order the veteran cohort to begin charge! sound the golden hoooorn!" After a few echoes of his order by some of his men precisely captains the golden horn was blown and the heavily armoured veteran cohorts of the Bauthinian military led by lord Garthine Polion advanced. Lord Garhabal and Lord Wemblewin were triumphant in their skirmish against the Quanian calvary inflicting heavy losses with a handful of them fleeing the battlefield.When they saw the Veteran cohorts advancing to join battle both Lord Garhabal and Lord Wemblewin charged to pepper the remaining Quanian infantry that subdued their comrades who fought on foot with the aim of clearing ground for the veteran cohort so that they would be unchallenged reserving their strength for the main threat, THE DARK WAZAJ ELVES.Upon marauding the Quanian infantry the Bauthinian calvary inflicted huge loses on the enemy causing the remaining soldiers to flee the battlefield.With the triumph, the remaining Bauthinians who still lived stood toe to toe with the dark elves of Wazaj. However some Bauthinian soldiers were surprised that king Lauihnio survived the front line, some of them who witnessed how ruthless he was in battle thought that the spirit of Heykzan the god of war had engulfed his body in other words all the Bauthinian soldiers that still lived felt proud to be able to share the battlefield with their fighting King.The Veteran cohorts wore a silver scaled armor coupled with a silver attic helmet that masked their faces however vision was possible with the visor that exposed their eyes and noses. With silver bracers and greaves some men of the veteran cohort wielded swords while some wielded battle axes holding their shields at the ready awaiting the command of King Lauihnio staring balefully at the dark Wazaj elves.With their pointed ears at the tip and long eye brows that ran upwards the dark elves were black in color from head to toe, they had long spikey hairs that reached their shoulders. However some of them had brown hair while some of them had golden hair but non of them possessed a black hair however all of them ranged from eight feat to nine feat in height.They wore white knee length tunics and a silver chain mail armor coupled with long silver greaves and arm manicas while each of them held a double sided swords without holding shields.The height of the Wazaj elves made most of the men in the Bauthinian ranks shiver with fear, some soldiers who saw them for the first time thought of this towering warriors as descendants of the demons that occupied the underworld.One of the elves walked in front of them with a helmet, he was their leader and he spoke to the Bauthinian ranks in a language that non of the men in the Bauthinian ranks understood. He became silent for a while then he turned to his men then he bent on one knee and stuck his double bladed sword to the ground. His men followed suit thereafter they began chanting some incantations then they jumped up to their feet advanced towards the Bauthinian lines.They strolled, then jogged then alas they started running swiftly to begin attack. Some of the soldiers including Lord Garhabal were frightened by the sudden movement of the dark elves. But King Lauihnio stood his ground "Shield wall!" He bellowed. "Whatever happens do not break the line!"The dark elves began to attack. They rammed into the Bauthinian lines breaking it in an in instant and they engaged the veteran cohorts. King Lauihnio who was on the front line trying to hold position received serious blows from one of elves. The elf struck his shield till it bent due to the force it used to ensure he cut King Lauihnio to pieces. King Lauihnio fell at the last effort loosing his shield which fell away from his grip. The elf towered above King Lauihnio and raised it's sword above it's head to pin king Lauihnio to the ground but King Lauihnio jumped up dodged the effort and using his battle axe he divided the elf's hand into two.With the elf wincing in pain King Lauihnio ran his axe across the elf's head beheading him in the process.King Lauihnio was not given time to savor his successful duel with this elf as another came charging towards him. the elf aimed for his legs but he jumped then dodged his second, third and fourth effort. The elf smiled sinisterly then he moved like a snake to the right and the left as though dancing then he charged at him. On reaching King Lauihnio he feigned a move to the right while turning to the left then he landed a heavy blow on King Lauihnio. Though he blocked the effort the impact of the strike made him tumble backwards however he sustained a deep cut on his hands as a result of the strike.King Lauihnio peered at his injured arm but upon raising his eyes to the elf he received a powerful kick to the face driving him into an unconscious state.Lord Garthine Polion thrust his sword to the side of one of the elves then he turned and gasped in surprise when he saw that the King was in grave danger he ran towards the elf that had already raised his sword for a kill but his attention was drifted towards the incoming commander. Leaving King Lauihnio to his fate the elf charged towards Lord Garthine Polion. The elf struck his sword at Lord Garthine Polion but Lord Garthine Polion glided down the wet grass and jabbed continouesly at the elf. "No one dares to harass my king Infront of me."He pulled his sword out of the elf and helped king Lauihnio up, after a short walk he handed him over to some infantry men who were to take him to a safe place far away from the battlefield ordering some infantry men and a few veterans to look after the king with their lives.The dark Wazaj elves had the upper hand over the Bauthinians in the skirmish slashing their throats, severing their heads and spilling their guts. Although the men that belonged to the Bauthinian veteran cohort stood their ground and fought valiantly, they could not match the swiftness and the strength of the elves. Lord Garhabal was killed and the morale of the Bauthinian army faded completely. It began to turn into a one sided massacare.Apart from the men that guarded king Lauihnio the rest of the Bauthinian army including the remaining commanders kept on fighting allowing the gods to decide how long they will remain in the realm of the living. As the Bauthinian units used the last reserves of their strength to fight back there came a loud sound that resembled a heavy thud. However King Lauihnio regained consciousness. He held his aching head wondering what had happened to him.The thudding sounds of horses became louder and at last above the head of the dark elves far down the track, a line of horsemen appeared. They wore a sunset yellow jerkin armour together with their red tunics, crimson helmet and blue plumes which decorated their helmets.They charged towards the rear of the elves line and using their numbers effectively they overwhelmed the elves and began to cut them down for the elves in their numbers were outnumbered five to one against the marauding Mocinians and with the onslaught of the outnumbered elves they struggled to maintain their lines and resist the Mocinians. The Zimbian Calvary soon appeared and charged towards the elves who tried to defend themselves from the extreme jabbing and hacking of the Mocinians.The Zimbians where dark skinned with white braided hair and white eyes which made them look like heavenly beings and upon reaching the elves they hacked and slashed at their ranks and it wasn't long the Wazaj elves were totally subdued and the carnage of the elves began."My King the Zimbians and the Mocinians have come to our aid - they subdue the ranks of the Wazaj elves and look, some of them flee from battle." One of the Bauthinian veterans said excitedly at king Lauihnio.King Lauihnio however showed no expression of surprise instead expressions of resentment was written all over his face. "Those bastards - they should have been here sooner.King Lauihnio stood almost solemnly at the window, gazing at the great mountains of Lahda, the evening sun about to set splashed golden Rays which lit up his chamber making it more admirable at first sight, it looked like the gods were passing by, as the distant panorama was filled with elegance, perhaps it was a sign from the gods that all was well for the harvest was rich and plentiful.The people of Bauthinia lived in peace and abundance, love and joy, joy that was brought about by the never ending entertainment and banter especially among the male civilian folk who never saw complecancy as a beautiful enemy that had been responsible for the downfall of the numerous kingdoms, dynasties and civilisations that had dominated the Azarian world. From the ale House, whore house and inns to the combat arena at loeia the Bauthinian capital, great pleasure was never far away from anyone even the common man."You look troubled, anything the matter." His wife queen Lana asked, she had been go
The Elerian envoy were already waiting in the royal courtroom when the king entered. On sighting king Lauihnio they bowed their heads in reverence as the king walked to his throne and sat on it. Notable noblemen of Bauthinia were present of which were Garthine Polion the chief commander of the king's army, Lord Wemblewin baron of Laoia, the capital of Bauthinia which was located south of Bauthinia, Lord Spleyfico baron of Serdis which was located at the North Western region of Bauthinia, Lord Barthine Loust baron of Prodloust which was located at the North Central region of Bauthinia, Lord Meht baron of Vegia which was located at the North Eastern region of Bauthinia, Paulio grand cytix priest of Bauthinia, Lord Cantrio special adviser to the king and prince Cannio of Bauthinia the king's junior brother. All men present took their seats with prince Cannio, Garthine Polion, and Lord Barthine Loust fixing a Stern gaze at the five Envoys of Eleria. "long live king Lauihnio, ruler and d
"Your majesty our economic records here shows that we made gross profit from the sale of wheat, barley and corn, a profit higher than any we have recorded in our history." The King's economic adviser said. "With the demand for these cereals increasing three times higher than last year, we made more coin from our cereals than we did our gold and diamonds.""I think our men at our mines need to step up their efforts or instead we could improve labour there at our mines, because with this shocking news, it shows that our export of gold products which have been our main economy over the years is losing its place to agriculture." Lord Cantrio said. "So do you Lord Cantrio think that recognising agriculture as our main economy is a bad idea?""The success of an economy based on agriculture is determined by the weather, extreme workforce and quantity of products which could lose it's value over time, gold never loses value, so I say we improve our labour at the mines, I say we continue to r
"I am sure you have forgotten the centaur's ode." Queen said as she dipped her fore finger in some Ash that was mixed in some holy water, after which she rubbed the mixed Ash on her husband's forehead. She drew a circle and a straight line below the circle to represent Oridon's mace. She did the same to herself then dropped the bowl of mixed Ash on the floor. "These ashes come from blue coloured ferns that I got when I went on pilgrimage to Sergia, the ferns are called Fermishia. In the whole of the Azarian world they are found only in the temple courts of the great Oridon temple." The King knelt down on a mat in front of the statues of the five gods. The statue of Oridon was about ten feet tall, it depicted a man with burly structure and full black beards and a well trimmed black hair, he wore a golden toga and he held a golden mace which represented his dominance and authority of all things that transpired in the realm of the Divine, the realm of the living and the realm of the de
King Lauihnio and the captain made for the entrance to the dungeon. Beyond the large Boulder was a dark walkway with multiple torches positioned strategically providing light along the walkway that was covered with broken stones and moss. At the end of the walkway they branched left, walking along a path that was characterized by twisted trail leads, pillaged rooms and cells that contained prisoners. Suddenly they are able to sight Lord Garthine Polion beside a large iron door. With king Lauihnio being a few paces away from him Lord Garthine Polion bowed his head. "Greetings my king.""So have you been able to get a word out of him?" The king looked anxious. "I am afraid not my king." His tone showed some element of resentment. "It is either he is stubborn enough to keep the secret with him or he doesn't know the identity of these spies. But my king we have done everything we could to get this man to talk but we haven't gotten anything reasonable from him." Garthine Polion whispered
"Then how did one of your envoys inform us about the presence of spies in these lands?" King Lauihnio asked. "King Waigni himself directed us to inform you about King Brothlander's plan of a reprisal attack, and the presence of spies in these lands. I personally asked him for the identities of these spies for he knew them, but he said it was not necessary. As a Bauthinian by origin, I did everything I could to get the identity of these spies even offering some of the scouts who fed him with information about King Brothlander good money, but they all refused to accept my bribe. They said it was the king's order to remain silent about the spies in Bauthinia. However I understand your frustration, and I would not be surprised if in your rage you plan to torture me to death even though you are aware of the consequences that would befall your kingdom if such happens. In other words I beg you king Lauihnio, as a soldier myself, I do not wish to die defenseless, beaten like a thief, give me
The news of king Brothlander and his approaching army spread across Bauthinia. It was an extremely bad news, a tough one to swallow with some Bauthinian citizens believing that the end of the peace and prosperity that was enjoyed for over a hundred years was nigh. Fear and panic gripped the Bauthinian citizenry and with uncertainty registered in the minds of the Bauthinian people many of them entertained the idea of migration to neighbouring kingdoms while rumors spread of king Lauihnio's greed and lust for wealth as the motivating factor for him joining the Mocinians and the Zimbians to wage war on king Brothlander which they believed was the reason king Brothlander planned a reprisal. "The thought of these spies makes me sick." King Lauihnio said as he gently swung a silver shafted xiphos to the left and to the right trying to find balance and precision. "ha! ha!" he thrust the sword forward to thin air as he tried to mimic a warrior fighting on the battlefield. "I wish those bloo
"You know I have been thinking my king.""What have you been thinking Lord Garthine Polion?" king Lauihnio asked. "I am thinking, maybe your uncle has a hand in this - maybe king Brothlander invading this lands is another plan of his to usurp your throne, to strip you of your crown. Lord Garthine Polion put up a sad, look making him look extremely disturbed. "I doubt that possibility Garthine Polion, my uncle Lord Mordian is locked away in one of our most protected fortress in all of Bauthinia and guarded by our most trusted soldiers." king Lauihnio said with assurance. "however I wonder how my uncle is very good at winning the hearts of men, only Oridon knows how many men he must have won over before he was convicted of treason.""Five hundred men your majesty." Lord Garthine Polion said. king Lauihnio raised his eye brows in amazement. "five hundred men - I assume most of them are dead - however I doubt anyone would want my crown especially at this time.""Are you sure of that." Lo
Epilogue:Days had passed since Lord Mordian's successful but perilous attempt to harness the arcane forces and restore the fallen soldiers. The initial triumph had given way to a relentless and sinister consequence that now gripped him with an iron hold.Lord Mordian's once vibrant complexion had faded to a sickly pallor, his skin appearing almost translucent under the harsh daylight. Dark circles etched themselves beneath his eyes, marking the toll of sleepless nights and restless vigils.His once steady hands now trembled, the faint quiver betraying the constant strain he was under. His arms and legs felt as if they were aflame, an unrelenting burn that surged through his veins like molten lava. The physical torment was unceasing, a constant reminder of the power he had dared to command.The palms of his hands bore the brunt of the adverse effect. Sections of skin peeled away, leaving behind raw, tender patches that stung with every touch. Lord Mordian's fingertips were bliste
"In times of war, there must be consequences for actions taken," Bongan Rodbar's voice carried an air of authority as he addressed the captive commander. "You are responsible for the pain and suffering this invasion has brought upon these lands. And now, you must face the consequences.""I was carrying out my orders!" The chief commander replied coldly, with a malevolent look at Bongan Rodbar.Bongan Rodbar turned to Lord Mordian and Lord Barthine Loust, his eyes steady. "Gentlemen, as a symbol of justice and retribution, one of you may choose to deliver the final blow. The choice is yours."A heavy silence hung in the air as Lord Barthine Loust exchanged a contemplative look with Lord Mordian. Then, in a surprising turn of events, Lord Barthine Loust unfastened his own sword from his side and stepped forward, his eyes locked on Lord Mordian."Lord Mordian," he began, his voice carrying a weight of sincerity, "it is you who deserves this chance. For all you have done, and for what yo
As the dust began to settle on the battlefield, Lord Mordian and Lord Barthine Loust exchanged weary yet triumphant glances. The unexpected intervention of the Elerian warriors had turned the tide of battle in their favor, saving Prodloust from the clutches of Quanian annexation.Amidst the aftermath of the chaotic struggle, a presence drew their attention. Among the Elerian horsemen, a mounted soldier stood out, his demeanor exuding an air of command and authority. Even from a distance, it was clear that he was the leader of this formidable force, and his presence was a beacon of hope and strength.As the Bauthinian soldiers continued to regroup, Lord Mordian and Lord Barthine Loust's eyes were drawn to the mounted leader. His attire spoke of his status and prowess. He wore intricately designed chain mail that gleamed even in the dim moonlight, each link a testament to the craftsmanship that had gone into its creation. His helmet was a work of art in itself, adorned with elegant
With a fierce determination, Lord Barthine Loust carefully lowered Lord Mordian to the ground, his movements deliberate and calculated. His grip tightened around the hilt of his sword, the cold metal a comforting weight in his hand. As the two Quanian soldiers charged towards him, he took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest.Ducking beneath the first swing of a Quanian blade, Lord Barthine Loust's movements were fluid and precise. He sidestepped another strike, the air whistling as the enemy's weapon sliced through the space where he had been. His mind raced, analyzing every movement of his opponents, seeking out their vulnerabilities.With a swift motion, Lord Barthine Loust parried a blow and countered with a calculated strike of his own. His sword met the Quanian soldier's weapon with a resounding clash, the force of the impact reverberating through his arms. He lunged forward, his blade finding its mark and carving a deep gash across the soldier's chest.However,
Amidst the chaos, the spectral warriors led by Lord Barthine Loust and Gorloth charged into the heart of the Quanian forces with an otherworldly ferocity. Their armor gleamed with an ethereal radiance as they clashed with the enemy, cutting through the Quanian soldiers with unmatched skill and precision. The Bauthinian foot soldiers, who had been struggling earlier, were awestruck and filled with renewed hope as they witnessed the terrifying warriors with their haunting helmets fighting on their side.Amidst the clash of steel and the cries of battle, the Bauthinian soldiers couldn't believe their eyes. "Who are these warriors and why do they wear such haunting helmets?" one soldier exclaimed in disbelief. Another shouted, "We're not alone! They should be mercenaries hired by Lord Barthine Loust to help us defend our city!" The sight of these fearsome warriors turned the tide of morale, igniting a newfound fire within the Bauthinian ranks.Gorloth, with his long sword and battleaxe,
Amidst the sea of chaos and carnage, Lord Mordian's focus was unyielding, his sword an extension of his indomitable will. Every strike he made was a tribute to the countless lives he aimed to protect. As a Quanian soldier's shield smashed into his face, a blinding flash of pain erupted, and he staggered backward, his vision momentarily blurred.But even in the midst of this disorienting blow, his training and instincts took over. The burly Quanian soldier lunged at him, his swift movements designed to exploit the momentary weakness. Hammering blows rained down upon Lord Mordian, testing his defenses. Steel met steel as Mordian parried and blocked the onslaught, his muscles straining against the powerful attacks.With each parry, he calculated his opponent's movements, his mind racing even as the world spun around him. His resolve was unshaken, his determination unwavering. In a lightning-quick motion, he sidestepped an incoming strike, his body moving with a grace that belied the
As the evening wore on, the relentless exchange of missiles between Bauthinia and Quania showed no sign of abating. The darkening sky became a canvas for streaks of fire and trails of smoke as projectiles cut through the air with deadly precision. The grim toll of casualties mounted on both sides, with soldiers falling amidst the chaos, their battle cries drowned out by the cacophony of war.The Quanian siege towers, though battered by the unyielding Bauthinian artillery, continued their slow advance with an unwavering determination. The massive wheels of the towers rumbled over the rugged terrain, inching ever closer to the towering walls of Prodloust. The defenders of Bauthinia were caught in a cruel dilemma, torn between diverting their attention to the menacing siege towers and retaliating against the unrelenting Quanian artillery.The relentless onslaught from both sides created a maelstrom of confusion and chaos on the battlefield. The Bauthinian soldiers worked tirelessly,
As the battle raged on, the defenders of Bauthinia swiftly set their plan into motion. On the ramparts, soldiers bustled around three massive cauldrons perched above an open flames, the air thick with the acrid scent of boiling oil.With practiced precision, they worked to ensure the oil reached a searing temperature, its surface shimmering with the intense heat.Lord Mordian's voice carried across the ramparts, his tone firm and resolute. "Prepare to release the oil on my command!"Soldiers lined up along the ramparts, ready to execute the order. Their faces were grim, hearts pounding with a mix of anticipation and dread as they awaited the moment when they would unleash the scalding oil upon the Quanian forces.Down below, the Quanian soldiers continued their determined advance, their synchronized march pushing and pounding the massive battle ram onto the gates. The ground trembled beneath their feet, each step and effort to ram the gates weakened the locks more and more, thus brin
The cacophony of battle reached a crescendo as the exchange of arrows between the Bauthinian and Quanian forces continued with unyielding determination. The sky was painted with the arcs of deadly projectiles, each arrow a messenger of death and defiance.The defenders of Bauthinia, knowing the importance of maintaining their archers' position, worked tirelessly to reinforce their fortifications. They scrambled to bring more bricks, stones, and timber, building makeshift barriers to shield the archers from the incoming arrows.Across the field, the Quanian archers adjusted their strategy, seeking to find gaps in the Bauthinian defense. They aimed for the weak points in the battlements, targeting the areas with fewer defenders and where the makeshift cover was not as effective.As the sun hung low on the horizon, casting an eerie glow over the battlefield, the archers on both sides continued to pour arrows into the air. The sky was a storm of wooden shafts, each one carrying the ho