Andrew and Leo anxiously waited for Ghislain. Even the soldiers didnât touch the food and drinks they had been offered.@@novelbin@@
The Swipel forces had completely locked down the lordâs castle. This was no invitation to a feastâeveryone present could feel it.
Andrew and Leo were supposed to enter, but no one was even calling them in anymore. It was clear from the startâGhislain had been the true target.
Tensions ran high. Both sides had formed up in battle formations, watching each other warily.
Tyrone massaged the back of his neck and muttered,
âThis is taking too long. What if we just charge in?â
âHmm...â
Andrew bit his lip, deep in thought.
Ghislain had said he would give a signal when everything was ready. But there was still no sign from inside.
Their commanders panicked and shouted,
âMove! Get into the castle now! Somethingâs happened to the lord!â
Andrew immediately issued his own order.
âStop them! Donât let them get inside!â
âWAAAAAHHHH!â
The so-called feast was already forgotten. Both sides had been prepared for a fight, and they clashed instantly.
The strangest part?
The knights of Nodehill and Raks werenât wielding blades. They were armed with iron clubs instead.
They were the first to charge into the Swipel soldiers, swinging their weapons wildly.
Thwack! Thud! Crack!
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