Sorcery Monarch

Chapter 67: The Lord Will Take Action!

Chapter 67: The Lord Will Take Action!

"Kill...!"

Old John roared furiously as his long-handled sword slashed down through a gap in the wooden barricade, clashing against a blocking axe.

The poorly made axe chipped from the impact.

Old John's newly replaced iron blade remained intact, as he locked eyes with the blood-red gaze of the gnoll brute, seeing its unbridled cruelty and malice.

After a long, grueling battle, Old John took a step back, panting heavily.

The fight had already lasted more than 30 minutes.

Thanks to their indomitable fighting spirit, the advantageous terrain, their perfect teamwork, and the exceptionally crafted iron gear, the soldiers had managed to withstand the fierce assault of the gnolls.

Many soldiers had been injured, and Old John even saw two or three gravely wounded comrades.

However, they were quickly pulled back by their comrades, and the blood-restoring potions provided by the lord played a crucial role.

The initial charge of the gnolls was repelled.

The cunning gnolls soon devised a plan to break through from multiple directions.

With the soldiers outnumbered and stretched thin, the defenses began to falter.

Sensing the worsening situation, Matthew was about to intervene personally when reinforcements from Bay Village arrived just in time!

Exploiting the element of surprise, they swiftly took down dozens of gnolls attacking from the rear, forcing the gnolls to abandon their split assault.

Nevertheless, the gnolls continued their relentless assault, using their superior numbers and strength.

By now, over a hundred gnolls had fallen.

Around thirty to forty soldiers were injured, and some had already perished.

Both sides were fighting with everything they had.

At this moment, a powerful gnoll brute led the last of the gnoll forces into battle. Old John fought desperately to hold the line.

But the strength of the gnoll brute was overwhelming, and it was clearly overpowering Old John.

Using its sheer strength, the gnoll brute pushed Old John's sword aside, readying its axe to cleave the annoying little human in two.

Soon, it would tear out the human's warm, beating heart and devour it whole.

Suddenly, the gnoll brute felt a deadly threat. Instinctively, it turned to the side just as an arrow pierced its arm.

The arrow should have hit its chest!

Enraged, the gnoll brute glared around with bloodshot eyes, but before it could react, two swift spears stabbed toward it.

Seizing the moment, Old John slashed again, targeting its left side. The gnoll brute, caught off guard, was unable to dodge, and a spear drove deep into its abdomen.

"Aargh...!"

The gnoll brute grabbed the spear and yanked it out, only to have Old John slash its chest once more, forcing it to stagger back.

Several arrows struck the brute at once.

The gnoll brute raised its arms to protect its vitals but was riddled with more wounds.

The sharp pain finally snapped the brute back to reality.

"There are no gnoll watchers left to command me, so why should I keep fighting to the death?"