stjorthotic Chapter 45 I told them to chop people up, guess if they'll come?
Chapter 45 I told them to chop people up, guess if they'll come?
As the gray dwarf overseer fell.
The atmosphere on the battlefield underwent a subtle yet deadly change.
The gray dwarf warriors around him, watching their powerful, godlike overlord being brutally beaten to death by a human priest, revealed an undisguised fear for the first time.
"The warlord...is he dead?"
"Impossible... How could the warlord possibly lose to humans..."
"Is that priest... a monster...?"
Whispers spread like a plague through the gray dwarf ranks.
The originally fearless charge was momentarily halted.
"Now—!"
Chief of the Guard, Weiss, a battle-hardened veteran, keenly seized this fleeting opportunity.
He suddenly raised the longsword in his hand, and a ferocious roar erupted from his scarred face.
"The men of Blackwater!"
"Follow me on my counterattack—!"
The roar was like a spark igniting a powder keg.
Dozens of young guards, their eyes already bloodshot with rage, simultaneously unleashed a deafening battle cry.
Like tigers breaking free of their chains, they charged madly towards the timid gray dwarf lines.
The sword severed flesh and bone! The spear pierced through the chest!
The gray dwarves' lines are suffering a crushing defeat!
Richard raised his head and looked at the army of the Supreme God in the distance.
There, the goblin army continued to surge in like a relentless tide.
Further away, the goblin bears and ogres were roaring deafeningly as they slowly approached Kro and his companions.
The battle situation remains critical.
A resolute glint flashed in Richard's eyes.
He knew that he couldn't hold out with his current fighting strength.
"Chief of Staff Weiss."
Richard struggled to his feet, his voice hoarse from weakness, yet it still reached Weiss's ears clearly.
"You take your men and hold the line first."
"I'm going to the watchtower prison!"
Chieftain Weiss swung his sword down, cutting the gray dwarf in front of him in half. Dark green blood splattered on his face, but he didn't care.
Watchtower prison?
Those places are full of prisoners.
A hint of doubt flashed across his scarred face, but he didn't ask any further questions.
Although he didn't know Richard's plans, he unconditionally trusted his decision.
"Don't worry, leave this to me!"
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Watchtower prison.
This stone cellar, located in the northeast corner of the wall, was usually where serious criminals were imprisoned in Blackwater Town. It was cold, damp, and filled with the smell of mildew and despair.
At this moment, due to the intense fighting at the front, all the guards have been transferred to the battlefield at the wall, leaving only the prisoners held in the iron cell.
The cellar was unusually quiet.
Feeling the ground tremble, fine dust fell from the cracks in the stone ceiling, and the howls of the goblins could be clearly heard.
"Those goblins really attacked Blackrock Town!?"
One of the tiffers looked terrified.
"If Blackrock Town falls, will those cannibalistic beasts spare us too?"
A human prisoner with a scar on his face and a burly build spoke with an inexplicable calmness.
"What are you afraid of?"
"With Reverend Richard in charge, they can't get in."
"Have you forgotten his methods?"
These words sent a chill down the spines of many prisoners present.
"That's true!"
Yorick, the orc Richard had just brought in that day, looked worried.
In the corner, Yorick, the orc who had recently been imprisoned, had a furrowed brow and a clear look of worry on his face.
He had briefly come into contact with the bandits of the Santalin Society, and from their snippets of conversation, he vaguely learned that the scale of this siege of Blackrock Town far exceeded his expectations.
Reverend Richard's strength was beyond doubt, but the flesh and blood of the other guards were no match for him.
While everyone was discussing it
boom--!
The heavy iron door at the entrance to the cellar was suddenly pulled open from the outside!
The intense, blinding sunlight surged in like a flood bursting its banks, instantly engulfing the darkness inside the cellar!
Having long been accustomed to darkness, the prisoners were blinded by the sunlight and raised their hands to shield their eyes.
"Feed—!"
A bold prisoner, squinting, shouted loudly towards the entrance.
"How's the fighting outside?!"
"Are you here to let us out?!"
His tone was full of teasing and banter.
But there was no response.
Only the steady, clear sound of footsteps echoed slowly from the entrance steps.
When that figure finally stepped down the stairs and was fully exposed in the dim light of the oil lamp.
The cellar fell into a deathly silence.
All the prisoners widened their eyes at the same time.
Especially noticing the strong smell of blood on him, it was clear he had just returned from a battle.
The prisoners hurriedly scrambled to grab the Bibles scattered on the ground like trash, putting on a pious act and pretending to pray with their heads bowed.
Richard silently observed everyone for a moment before finally speaking.
"Alright, stop pretending!"
"I know your character perfectly well."
Seeing that Richard had exposed their actions, the prisoners' piety froze instantly, then quickly turned into ingratiating smirks.
"Pastor Richard..."
The scarred prisoner spoke cautiously.
"Is there...something wrong?"
Richard did not answer immediately.
He simply scanned each face slowly.
On those faces, there was fear, cunning, and numbness.
But deeper still lies a suppressed will to survive.
a long time.
Richard finally spoke, uttering those earth-shattering words.
"I'm letting you out!"
"What!?"
The prisoners instantly became excited, their eyes bursting with unbelievable ecstasy.
They are free!
But Richard's next words extinguished their excitement like ice water.
"You should be well aware of the current situation in Blackrock Town."
"If those goblins break in, no one will be spared."
"I want you to take weapons and stand with the villagers of Blackrock Town to fight the goblins together."
The words fell.
The prisoners began to look away.
They looked at each other, their faces showing obvious fear.
Richard had already anticipated this reaction from the crowd.
His sudden ascent echoed through the cellar like a war drum.
"This is Blackrock Town."
"This is our shared home!"
"Your loved ones also live here!"
His gaze, like a burning flame, was fixed intently on the prisoners.
"Now that we face a common enemy, I hope you will stand with me and drive out all those beasts who trample on our homeland!"
"..."
silence.
The prisoners lowered their heads, clenched their fists, and their faces showed a mixture of struggle and hesitation.
In fact, even if Richard didn't say these words, they all understood them.
But no one spoke first.
Richard's gaze slowly moved, finally settling on Yorick, the orc who had been silent in the corner.
Yorick stiffened upon feeling Richard's sharp, piercing gaze.
"I'm willing to fight alongside Richard!"
A brief silence.
Then, like a chain reaction...
"Damn it! I'm just waiting to die in here anyway!"
"It would be much more satisfying to go out and chop down a few goblins!"
Count me in!
Roars of anger rose and fell!
The prisoners' eyes reignited their flames.
It was neither piety nor fear.
It's about fighting spirit!
Outside the wall.
As Kro raised the Dawnbreaker Greatsword high, the divine light on the sword reached its peak.
Three Rings Supreme Slash - All-Out Strike!
The sword slashed down fiercely, severing the neck of the last minotaur.
Gollum—
The minotaur's enormous head rolled to the ground, its yellow eyes still holding a lingering sense of unbelievable terror.
These few Baphomets from the Underdark finally all fell.
Kro knelt on one knee, supporting himself with his sword, panting heavily.
His body was covered with deep, bone-revealing wounds, his silver plate armor was shattered in many places, and blood soaked through the chainmail lining underneath.
Aiver and the others were also covered in wounds and exhausted.
But before they could even catch their breath...
A deafening roar came from ahead once again!
The goblin and ogre finally stepped over the corpses and slowly approached them!
A cruel glint flashed in his yellow eyes.
Inside the walled area.
Faced with the continuous influx of grey dwarves and goblins, Chief Whis's defensive line suffered repeated defeats.
Casualties continued to rise, and guards fell one after another.
But the enemy's offensive showed no signs of abating.
Exhaustion and despair lingered in everyone's hearts.
"Hold on—"
Chieftain Weiss roared, severing another goblin's arm with his longsword, but more enemies kept pouring in.
He felt his arms getting heavier and heavier, and his breathing becoming more and more difficult.
Is it really impossible to hold on?
At this most desperate moment
Suddenly, a loud bugle call, so loud it seemed to tear the battlefield apart, rang out from behind!
Upon hearing the news, everyone turned around abruptly.
Then, everyone was stunned.
In the direction of the watchtower prison, dozens of men dressed in tattered prison uniforms were holding crude weapons that had been rummaged through the warehouse.
Rusty longswords, shattered shields, and even just sharpened wooden clubs charged madly onto the battlefield!
Oh no! How did these prisoners escape?!
Besieged on all sides!
Just as the guards gritted their teeth and dragged their weary bodies to prepare for battle.
But the prisoners bypassed the crowd and charged madly at the goblins in front of them.
"For Blackwater Town—!"
"kill--!"
The roar was deafening.
The prisoners, like a pack of hungry wolves released from their cages, charged into the enemy lines with fearless ferocity!
Behind them was Richard's familiar figure.
Chief of the Guard, Weiss, stared at Richard with disbelief.
"Pastor Richard, what are they doing here?"
Richard laughed.
"Those are people I personally redeemed. If I ask them to believe in Los Santos, they might not believe it."
"but--"
Richard's eyes were full of confidence.
"I told them to chop someone up, guess if they'll come?"