Chapter 67: Frost Comes

Chapter 67: Frost Comes

Chapter 67

Frost Comes

Preparations for the battle were in full swing. Tenner and Derrek managed to rally some twenty-five able-bodied men, some of them even servants and were doing their best to beat the people in shape. Though both knew that these twenty-something lads largely won't contribute to saving the castle, if they even managed to kill one Ghoul per person, it would be seen as a victory.

At the same time, they were fixing up ballistae and trebuchets, making ammo for the two behemoths that would actually be their primary form of defense. That was also where most of the talismans that Ryne and Sylas were making would appear. In fact, Sylas had learned more about the various types of talismans in the last few days than all the days prior. The list was extensive, going anywhere from blowing up the arrowheads to act as shrapnel on the receiving end to accelerated descent, where the spear or the rock gain extra accelerationand, thus, far greater impact prowesstoward the end.

Both Ryne and he worked tirelessly, sleeping practically in 20-minutes naps. However, their relentless beating of the bodies didn't come with nothingby the end, they had over sixty talismans to show for it, the record number. At least it seemed so by Ryne's ecstatic reaction. The young girl was jumping up and down, hugging him, running back to the table, and counting the talismans all over again, ensuring they hadn't made a counting error somewhere.

Sixty! she exclaimed. It really is sixty. Sylas, its sixty!

Yes, yes, I heard you the first few hundred times, he replied, smiling. His face was overcast, the minds tiredness evident on it.

But still I cant believe its sixty, she repeated yet again. If I told my Master shed lose her marbles, I swear! Even she cant do sixty in less than four days!

Yes, but rememberyou didnt do it alone.

Yes, yes, you deserve some credit as well, she quickly dismissed him. Good job.

If youre done celebrating, Sylas said. We still have to hand these out and prep them.

Ah, yes! We dont have much time to lose! Lets go!

" you don't want to take a bath first?"

No time, no time! she began quicklybut still carefullypacking the talismans, hurrying him to help her. In the end, electing not to take the bath and leaving the basement with both looking like they had just spent a few weeks roaming the streets, they hurried over to Derrek who was in charge of preparing the long-range artillery. At the moment, he was going over the details of using them with some of the servants of the castle whod be responsible for themlargely maids and old butlers, in fact. If someone who wasnt in the known were to see the sight, Sylas had no doubt theyd think someone was putting on a skit.

So, when I give the signal, you?

Pull on this wheel, one of the women replied. Until I hear a snap.

Precisely. And then?

And then I swing my ax at his rope!

No, no, Derrek sighed. You wait, again, for another signal.

Oh, right. Yes, I wait

HERE THEY COME!! it was Tenners voice who brought everyone back to reality. ARCHERS, GET READY!! YOU DONT HAVE TO BE ACCURATE, JUST SHOOT WHERE THERES A LOT OF THEM!! WILL WE HAND THEM OUR HOME?!!

No!

I ASKEDWILL WE HAND THEM OUR HOME?!!

NO!!!

THEN LET US STAIN THIS GROUND WITH THEIR FILTH!! FIRE!!

The battle began immediately, with arrows flying off the wall and toward the horde. Unfortunately, it was hardly a heroic sightmost arrows missed, and even the few that hit, hardly did much damage. That was to expectedarchery, by default, was an extremely difficult skill to even just pick up, and with less than four days altogether to practice, there was only so much Tenner and Derrek could do.

The two of them prioritized the flanks, trying to guide the horde to be more centralized so that the others could more easily land shots. Sylas regretted slightly not having picked up archery himselfafter all, it was a skill that relied on, well, skill, meaning that he could likely take his practice of it through the loops. Tsk, I want to become too many things hah. Good thing I have an eternity, I guess

More and more Ghouls poured out of the woods, heading for the walls. The day, in the meantime, began to slowly clear up, the songs of the birds, however, deafened out by the gnarly cries of the corpses and the excited shouts of the young men who managed to land their first kill on the infernal enemy.

It was around half an hour into the attack, during which the Ghouls were unable to do much except pile on in front of the wall, attempting to create a ladder of sorts, that the atmosphere changed. Sylas and Derrek were the first to notice it, and their gazes metit was faint, the shaking of the ground, the change in the natural energy. It was growing colder, they realized.

A moment later, almost everyone forcibly sneezed as the onset of cold air irritated their nostrils. Nobody took it to heart, however, chalking it up to the winter, too excited about killing ghouls to care.

Its coming, Sylas mumbled as the ground began to shake. EVERYONE, GET OFF THE WALLS!! RETREAT TO THE INNER COURTYARD! his sudden order was met with abject confusion. Even Tenner was out of the loop as to why Sylas called it out. Though he knew that a Thrall would attack, he had no perspectiveunlike Derrekon what a Thrall was. To him, it was just another Ghoul. Nonetheless, he knew not to doubt the Prophet.

DID YOU ALL GO DEAF?!! RETREAT!! GO, GO, GO!! Tenners orders, though still confusing, got everyone moving, emptying the wall shortly after. The only two who remained were Sylas and Derrek.

What are you doing here? Derrek asked.

A cheerleader, Sylas replied.

And here I thought you stayed to help.

Buy me time, Sylas said. I need you to disturb its heart.

let me get this straight, Derrek said. You want me to disturb the heart of an undead creature?

Yes.

Its not the literal heart, Sylas rolled his eyes at him. I meant his instinctsI need you to make the creature believe you will blow a hole through its ass and up its nose. That will be my opening.

Opening for what?

To turn the goddamn thing into a skewer.