Uproar in Blanchill

They arrived near the casualty posts breathlessly, but soon there was a clatter of steps and weapons poised before them. In front of their entourage, a line of city soldiers stood at attention, their sharp eyes looking at the intruders with suspicion.

"I'm sorry but..." unfinished with his words, Tobias who was running ahead suddenly broke off his words and abruptly launched a swift attack, slashing the head of the first soldier who came his way. The soldier's body drooped lifelessly, while the first blood of the battle littered the ground, soon his head fell to the ground rolling towards the group of soldiers.

Then, without hesitation, Uldor and Gorstag followed his lead, welcoming this attack as the inevitable sign of battle. Uldor held his sword tightly and with fluid movements, he turned the weapon and stabbed the body of the warrior who tried to avoid him. Blood splashed and soiled their armor.

On the other side, Gorstag angrily swung his great axe at the city soldiers standing in front of him. The axe crashed through the air with terrifying force, and when it touched its target, it caused the soldier's body to separate from his head and torso. His head rolled to the ground, while his body fell in a final prostration.

Screams and commotion instantly took over the entire city. Another soldier shouted out a signal. "There's an intruder!"

"He's the deputy general!" another soldier said, followed by another soldier chirping. "You traitor, how can a deputy general attack his soldiers?"

Tobias, eyes flashing with anger, spoke in a stern tone. "I don't care about that, I'll kill you all without mercy now!" His words were filled with burning determination, and he didn't hesitate to draw his sword and attack the soldiers who approached him.

Uldor continued to attack furiously. He slashed at the warriors surrounding him, and with his sword emitting cold light from his blade, he attacked the bodies of those warriors mercilessly, producing a series of deadly moves that shattered their defenses.

Gorstag, with his two huge axes, firmly grasped, plunged into the center of the growing crowd of warriors. "Prepare yourself, it's going to be a long slaughter!" he called out in a bullying tone, and each swing of his axe produced a marvelous effect.

The three of them were surrounded by many warriors, but that didn't demoralize them at all. Seeing that they were caught in a fierce battle, they immediately planned a counterattack. With coordinated movements, they leaped into the crowd of the city's numerous soldiers.

The soldiers stood with their swords and spears, trying to defend their positions. The battle continued with an increasingly tense commotion. The sounds of shouting, clanking weapons, and explosions filled the tense air.

Uldor, breathing heavily, looked around him. "Their numbers are growing!"

Tobias, who was still under attack, replied firmly, "We can't give up!" He continued to launch attacks with deadly speed and precision.

Gorstag drew his two axes with tenacity. "You're weak Uldor, don't complain so much. Keep slaughtering them!" He continued to swing his axe with tremendous force, cutting a path through the ranks of warriors who tried to block him.

They struggled desperately, fighting off the constant onslaught of the vastly outnumbered city soldiers. Their bodies moved nimbly, dodging the enemy's attacks, and immediately countering with deadly strikes. The battle became increasingly brutal and bloody, but Uldor, Gorstag, and Tobias were too wild to stop. They were the guardians of freedom and justice, and they vowed to defend the wounded and oppressed.

However, the situation grew more tense as time went on. Every second felt like an hour, and they continued to face more and more enemy soldiers. Sweat poured down their faces, drenching their armor like a downpour, but they continued to fight with unwavering determination.

In the silence broken only by the sound of weapons meeting, Gorstag let out a deep voice. "We must survive!"

Tobias, with his eyes focused on the enemy's every move, replied, "Just slaughter no one left!"

The battle became raw and fierce, with blood and sweat pooling on the ground. Uldor, Gorstag, and Tobias stood at the forefront, becoming an impenetrable living wall for the ever-increasing city troops.

Uldor, an accomplished swordsman, sliced and diced his opponents with precision strikes. His sword flashed with lightning speed as he dodged enemy sword strikes and nimbly countered them. His voice was accompanied only by the clatter of footsteps and the clash of interlocking metal.

Gorstag, with his incredible physical strength, swung his two axes with great force. Each slash shattered shields and paralyzed enemy soldiers. He stood firmly beside Uldor, guarding his back from attacks coming from behind. His face was covered in rage as he continued to destroy anything that dared to come near him.

Tobias, who was also the city's young Deputy General, put his swordsmanship to good use. He unleashed deadly slashes at the enemy troops who tried to close in on Uldor and Gorstag. Each slash and thrust found its mark with incredible accuracy, and he continued to move swiftly, like a dance of death on the battlefield.

The city troops, initially confident that they could defeat these three men, began to have doubts. They tried hard to fight back, but Uldor, Gorstag, and Tobias continued to advance with an overwhelming lust for killing emanating from their bodies. Each of their attacks brought death, and the blood of the enemy continued to flow on their hands.

Uldor, who stood in the center of the storm of swords and spears, shouted. "Better surrender and I'll kill you freely!" His voice echoed across the battlefield, encouraging his comrades.

The battle lasted a long time, with blood spilled on the battlefield and enemy corpses piled up around them. However, these three heroes were relentless. They continued to advance, passing through the city's dwindling army.

The keenly observant Tobias noticed something. "Look, they're starting to retreat!"

Uldor, his breath coming in short gasps, continued, "Don't let them run!" With his flashing sword, he continued to cut a path towards the retreating enemy troops.

Gorstag, with his barbarian smile, shouted, sending the rest of the city's soldiers into a frenzy. "Where are you going? Don't run, face us, you damn bastards!" His two axes continued to shatter shields and rip off enemy armor.

The remaining city troops were panicked, shocked, and wounded. Uldor, Gorstag, and Tobias continued their ruthless slaughter. Soldiers who tried to flee were pursued by the trio, and no one would live after what they did to the innocent citizens.

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