Chapter 63: "Blades of Destiny"
As the sun began its descent, painting the sky with hues of red and gold, the anticipation in the air reached a fever pitch. In the midst of the looming battle, the armies tirelessly worked on setting traps around the forest, where the enemy was expected to advance from the northwest and northeast. Akin, the fifth prince, along with other commanders and the archduke of the east, meticulously planned their strategy.
"Our archers will initiate the attack, aided by our elite magic users to empower the arrows, causing a devastating blow to the enemy armies. This will create an opening for our pikemen to breach the defenses. Finally, we will launch a full-fledged assault with our men, with the support of the fourth prince and his forces. Upon hearing our signal, the attack will commence," Akin elaborated, the determination evident in their expressions.
Meanwhile, in the south, the onslaught showed no signs of abating. The archduchess and her commanders, accompanied by their dukes, fought valiantly to repel the invaders. Amidst the chaos, a duke voiced his concern. "It seems the general is not assisting us."
The archduchess, observing the situation, analyzed, "This is merely a ploy to lure them into the south. Look how their armies are dwindling."
"We must reinforce the south's security," another duke proposed. The archduchess nodded in agreement, utilizing her magic to expertly wield her sword. Swiftly, she dispatched her enemies, throwing her sword with precision. The blade found its mark on an enemy commander, cutting through his defenses. The soldiers, witnessing this display of skill, couldn't help but be in awe, their reverence for the archduchess growing.
Meanwhile, in the northwest, the Jagud Invaders' armies were divided, advancing towards the northeast and west. In the forest, they proceeded cautiously, attempting to anticipate any ambush. Suddenly, they fell into a trap, unleashing chaos upon them. Out of their five thousand soldiers, the trap claimed a significant number, reducing their force by over a thousand.
Seizing the opportunity, the soldiers led by the third prince and a commander sprang into action, trapping the invaders and engaging them in fierce combat. Blood stained the forest floor, war cries echoing through the air, marking this grim battleground. Meanwhile, the general led the remaining soldiers to the north wall, making strategic moves to fortify their defenses.