195 New Day
The fifth night hade to an end, but it had taken a heavy toll on the defenders. The casualty numbers were grim, with over 500 yers lost in the battle:
New York Server: 2,711 (2,502)
Paris Server: 1,031 (959)
Cairo Server: 724 (607)
Bangkok Server: 689 (562)
The New York server had suffered the most significant losses, with over 200 yers casualties. Considering that they were tasked with guarding multiple garrisons, including the watchtower, this number was sadly reasonable.
n couldn''t help but feel relieved that all the yers who hade with him had managed to survive the night. They had weathered a fierce battle, and the fact that they had all made it through was cause for celebration. However, there was one member of their group missing.
"Who is missing?" n pointed out, while the group took a moment to rest after the exhausting battle.
Pinball, one of the convicts, couldn''t resist the opportunity to inject a bit of sarcasm into the conversation. "It''s Smiley. He escaped with all the horses." he remarked with a smirking tone, drawing a few half-hearted chuckles from some of the others. Their amusement stemmed from the seemingly absurd idea that Smiley, the skinny and seemingly timid criminal, would have the audacity to make a sessful escape with all the horses.
"He''s noting back, guys!" one of the convicts chimed in with a hint of frustration, echoing the skepticism that was beginning to spread among the group. Many had started to doubt that Smiley would return with the horses, given the dire circumstances and the relentless pursuit of the undead.
Milo, on the other hand, was quick to react and took charge of the situation. He moved to quell any furtherughter or doubt, maintaining a glimmer of hope for Smiley''s safe return. . Then, as if on cue, their attention was suddenly captured by a shocking sight.
Smiley emerged leading a group of horses; 12 of the original 20 horses had survived the ordeal. Smiley''s face was streaked with tears, and his trembling form told a story of intense fear and relentless pursuit by the undead. With the immediate undead threat temporarily quelled and the promise of a brief respite, the Fey chief extended an offer for n and his group to stay in the vige and rest. The offer was a tempting one, especially given the group''s exhaustion after the grueling battle. However, n, with a sense of urgency and responsibility, politely declined the offer, exining that they needed to return to the others right away.
n turned to Merlin, seeking his cooperation. "You areing with us, aren''t you?" n inquired, wanting to ensure that the formidable NPC would apany them.
The Fey, unfortunately,cked horses, and they required time to prepare for the journey. The distance to Fort Sterling, whichy 60 miles away, and the Roman walls, 80 miles distant, was significant. Walking that distance would consume more than 12 hours of their time. Faced with this logistical challenge, n made the difficult decision to have only Merlin and Guinevere apany him for now, with the others followingter.
Merlin, as the chief of the Fey, found himself bound by duty and was unable to leave without his people. It was Guinevere who could be spared to follow n for the time being.
In moments like these, frustration welled up within n as he couldn''t help but curse the game makers once again. He wondered why the game couldn''t provide a more convenient solution, such as allowing the wizard to cast a spell to summon a hundred horses or enabling everyone to fly to their destination.
"Alright, let''s go," n dered as everyone readied themselves.
With only 12 horses avable, they had to share rides. Rose quickly imed one of the horses and approached n with the intention of riding with him. However, Daniel managed to act a bit faster and generously offered the horse to n, saying, "Mr. D, you can have your own ride."
n expressed his gratitude, but in that fleeting moment, Daniel felt an inexplicable, bone-chilling sensation, as though death itself had brushed past him. The eerie feeling only dissipated when Rose rode away to scout the path.
Their journey back was surprisingly uneventful, with no obstacles to hinder their progress. It took them a rtively swift four-hour ride to finally return to the old garrison where the other survivors awaited.
Before them, the once formidable fortifications now bore the scars of a fierce battle. At least three of the massive stone wallsy crumbled, their stones strewn across the ground in disarray. Trenches, once carefully dug defenses, were now cluttered with the lifeless forms of fallen undead. Signs of destruction were evident throughout the fort, with several buildings reduced to rubble.
However, amid this scene of apparent chaos and devastation, a glimmer of hope emerged as the yers within the garrison spotted n and his group returning.
"They''ve returned! n is back!" eximed a beautiful brte girl who watched them from the wall. Vicky and the Wolverines took up the first guard duty to wee their arrival.
n''s timely return brought a sense of relief to the garrison, and he wasted no time in calling for a meeting with the squad leaders. Lieutenant Marsh, Lieutenant Sanderson, and Sergeant Dn joined the gathering to share their insights about the battle that had raged through the night.
The night had indeed been brutal, with an unrelenting horde of over 5,000 undead relentlessly assaulting the garrison''s walls. The 200 support yers had taken on a more aggressive role, fighting on the walls with spears and utilizing a dozen [Homemade Bomb] to repel the relentless assault. Despite their efforts, the aged walls of the garrison had proven fragile, gradually sumbing to the relentless pounding from the undead. It was during these final hours that casualties had mounted.
As the reports concluded, n faced a critical decision: whether to remain and defend the fort for another day or to join the others at the Roman''s Wall.
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