Chapter 428: Personally Fighting
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
He was isolated and without support!
Could today be the day of Crimson Flame City’s downfall?
“Lord, we can’t hold on any longer. Please leave first! We’ll hold them back!” the man advised.
Qiu Moyuan drew his sword from his waist. As the overall commander, he had not been on the battlefield before, but now there was almost no one left for him to command.
Escape?
Hmph!
As the city lord, he should share the fate of Crimson Flame City, whether it thrived or perished.
With no one to command, he would take the battlefield himself!
Even if he died, he would do so with a clear conscience!
“Lord, you can’t! Your son was just born. What if something happens to you? What about the young master?”
The defender held him tightly.
“Lin Hao, let go of me!”
“Lord, if you go now, it’s only a death sentence! Think about your wife and the young master!”
Images of his beloved wife and infant son flashed through Qiu Moyuan’s mind, and he couldn’t help but show a hint of reluctance.
However, he forcefully pried Lin Hao’s fingers off his hand and leaped off the city wall.
“Lord!”
Lin Hao watched him leap down with wide, teary eyes.
Then, he gritted his teeth and jumped down too, letting out a loud roar as he charged at the Mystical Beasts attacking the city gate.
Qiu Moyuan was a Tier-5 Heavenly Realm cultivator. For a city lord, his strength was already considered formidable.
Becoming the lord of Crimson Flame City was also related to his strength.
He swept his sword, sending a group of Mystical Beasts nearest to the city gate flying, giving the others a moment of respite.
The people who had escaped a calamity saw him appear here and were slightly surprised. “Lord Qiu, why have you come out?”
The one asking the question was a mercenary.
Qiu Moyuan vaguely remembered him. This mercenary had shown up just last night and had been in the thick of the battle ever since.
He clearly had other choices, but in the end, he chose the most dangerous path.
Qiu Moyuan’s chest burned with intensity. “You’ve all come. How can I shrink within the city? Brothers, you’ve worked hard. Leave this to me. Those who can escape, please do so. There’s no need to sacrifice your lives here.”
They were not residents of Crimson Flame City, so leaving held no burden for them.
“Lord Qiu, you’re talking nonsense. Since we’re here, we won’t retreat from these beasts. How can we withdraw?”
The mercenary responded while raising his blade to fend off a third-grade green wolf.
Third-grade green wolves were incredibly fast and had razor-sharp claws.
After a night of fierce fighting, the mercenaries had exhausted their stamina, and their movements had become sluggish. They couldn’t hold back the green wolf and were pinned to the ground.
Just when he thought his life was about to end in the wolf’s jaws, Qiu Moyuan swung his sword, severing the green wolf’s head.
The massive wolf’s head rolled to the ground.
The mercenary breathed a sigh of relief, quickly rolled away from the falling wolf’s body, and jumped up to thank Qiu Moyuan.
Qiu Moyuan shook his head. “I should be thanking you.”
Without you all, Crimson Flame City wouldn’t have lasted until now.
Unfortunately, they couldn’t wait for reinforcements any longer. They couldn’t hold out much longer.
Everyone still in the battle knew that their perseverance wouldn’t yield favorable results; what awaited them was destruction.
However, those willing to persevere until this moment were not the type to be called deserters.
Qiu Moyuan’s appearance had momentarily eased the situation, but then a deafening roar from a distant beast resounded.
“It’s that third-grade saint beast!”
The crowd’s expressions changed.
A third-grade saint beast was something even Qiu Moyuan couldn’t handle.
A flying silver wolf descended from the sky amidst the horde of beasts.
Its speed was astonishing, and in the blink of an eye, it had arrived before everyone.
People within the city walls stared at the massive silver wolf before them, their teeth uncontrollably chattering, and their bodies trembling uncontrollably.
It wasn’t just fear; it was also the pressure from a third-grade saint beast!
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