Hong Lingyu looked up at Winters, his eyes brimming with tears. He reached out as if he wanted to embrace Winters's legs.
Winters's face was pale as he panted heavily, wiping the nosebleed with the back of his hand. Pointing at the head of Hong Lingyu, he entered a casting stance, "Dissolution."
Hong Lingyu's head was torn apart by an invisible colossal force.
"Cavalry!" Someone on the lookout tower pointed outside the wall and shouted anxiously, "Cavalry are coming!"
Hundreds of cavalry charged straight towards the city walls—these horsemen were armored only in barding, without cuirasses, helmets, not even saddles, doing everything they could to reduce weight.
Only then did Winters understand what the fire-stokers were plotting.
The walls of the fortress weren't rammed earth or hardened clay, but merely piles of soil already on a slope.
The Herders had only to dig slightly to gentle the slope, and the cavalry could charge straight over the ramparts.