The arrows from both sides flew continuously, the shouts akin to roaring thunder.
Braving cannon fire and arrows, Guards, mercenaries, adventurers, and ordinary citizens kept advancing one after another.
They fell batch by batch, yet each time those in front fell, those behind would follow, taking up the ragged banner covered in arrows and fire, charging towards Dorolia Castle...
"Long live life! Take Dorolia!"
The rebels shouted in anger.
Within those shouts, it seemed as though an endless rage suppressed for too long was erupting, like a volcano.
"Long live life! Take Dorolia!"
The cries rose and fell, from teenagers barely in their teens to elderly in their twilight years, the men's roars and the women's cries intertwined, converging into a tsunami of voices, at one moment even overshadowing the incessant cannon fire.
Under the momentum of the tumultuous shouts, the defenders atop Dorolia Castle felt the fortress beneath them tremble.
