Chapter 79: The Battle with the Wargs in the Deep Night

In the dark forest, flickering torchlight illuminated the brutal battlefield between the Humans and the Wargs.

Allen, who had just succeeded in a sneak attack, had no further opportunity to hunt down the pack leader; helpless, he had to lead his men to change targets.

They began to shoot at the hungry wolves entangled with the Humans; after two volleys of arrows, another twenty-plus Wargs died at their hands.

This high-speed killing efficiency inevitably attracted the attention of other enemies.

Dozens of creatures with blood-smeared maws, having finished off the Humans before them, dispersed amidst a strange howl, then rapidly lunged toward Allen's direction.

Allen and his men, who were preparing a third wave of attacks, discovered them at the first moment and aimed their bows and arrows at them one after another.

The Wargs charging toward Allen's unit had not expected that in a head-on confrontation, the accuracy of the Human Archers would still be so high; they fell dead on the path one after another, and in the end, only a dozen or so Wargs reached the Humans' front.

Facing this situation, Allen lowered the Rune Bow in his hand and quickly drew the Greatsword from his back, charging forward.

Watching Allen meet them head-on, the three Wargs in the lead, eyes blood-red, lunged at the Human before them one after another.

Allen, meeting the first lunging Warg head-on, gripped the Greatsword with both hands and prepared to thrust; the moment the Warg met him head-on, Allen, having calculated the distance, violently stabbed the Greatsword out.

The sharp tip of the sword, amidst the Warg's eyes turning from bloodthirsty to panicked, pierced from bottom to top into the Warg's wide-open mouth; the sword tip went all the way up, mangling the Warg's brain until it hit the hard skull.

Utilizing the force of this collision between the weapon and the Warg, Allen quickly steadied his stance, then used both hands to push upward, pulling the Greatsword out from the Warg's slumped head; the force was so great that he even lifted the Greatsword over his head.

Subsequently, Allen twisted his body to the right, stepped back, and violently delivered a downward slash, striking the second Warg charging at him with lightning speed.

The Warg, which had originally opened its mouth to bite Allen, had its head split directly open; filthy wolf blood sprayed from its wound, drenching Allen.

Allen did not mind this filth, but instead quickly stepped back again and violently swung the lowered Greatsword upward; the third Warg lunging at Allen fell to the ground from mid-air, and after a few whimpers, it no longer reacted.

Allen's attack had completely gutted its abdomen, not only taking its life but also causing a large amount of blood to pool beneath it.

At this moment, Allen, having killed the few Wargs around him, held his Greatsword and looked around at the wolf shadows; under the faint light emitted by the torches, that ornate armor stained with wolf blood appeared extremely ferocious.

Allen's brutal methods also caused the two Wargs that had originally wanted to surround him to stop their steps, and then, amidst bleak and terrified cries, they tucked their tails and fled into the distance.

Desaiwei led a portion of the Horse Archers to intercept the remaining Wargs, and with the help of other companions, quickly killed them.

Meanwhile, the other Northern Men were still entangled with the Wargs on the field; besides this, some Wargs that had gradually regained their senses, after breaking free from the Humans' entanglement, also fled into the depths of the dense forest along the direction their leader had escaped.

Allen casually waved the blood-stained Greatsword in his hand and glanced at those Wargs fleeing in panic; he did not pursue them, but instead carried his weapon and quickly charged toward the Wargs entangled with the Humans.

If Allen had not seen wrong just now, the battlefield was already densely littered with dozens of Humans; some were already motionless, but most were still groaning in low voices, enduring their pain—these people could still be saved, provided this brutal battle was ended as quickly as possible.

Desaiwei and the Horse Archers she led followed behind Allen, brandishing the Nomad Scimitars in their hands and, amidst shouts, slaughtered the Wargs.

With the addition of Allen and his men, the pressure on the Northmen in the field was reduced significantly in an instant.

However, they did not relax because of this, but continued to swing the weapons in their hands, fighting desperately against the enemies before them.

Especially the burly man who had given the order just now; he gripped a Great Axe with both hands and, amidst roars, split the Wargs before him. Among the crowd of Northmen, he was exceptionally conspicuous.

As the Humans on the field fought desperately without regard for their own safety, the number of Wargs dying at their hands also gradually increased.

Many Humans who had been entangled by Wargs were also rescued by Allen and his men who had come to support; these exhausted people had no thought of stopping, but continued to charge at the hungry wolves, saving their companions.

At this moment, the situation on the battlefield had been completely reversed due to Allen's addition.

The lives of the Wargs were also dying out amidst whimpers, and the surviving Wargs were also searching for opportunities to run into the distance.

And further away in the dense forest, there was a great deal of torchlight surrounding this direction.

Soon, even more shrill wolf howls came from all around; that was the other Northern Men coming to support.

And with the encirclement of these people, most of the escaping Wargs died under their bows, arrows, and sharp blades, and the commotion in the forest gradually subsided.

Allen and his men, because of the protection of their armor and combat power far exceeding that of ordinary soldiers, were not injured in this ambush.

But this group of Northern Men suffered great losses; more than half of the Humans were lying on the ground, and nearly a third of those lying on the ground had no breath left.

But they seemed very accustomed to this kind of thing; there was not much sadness on most of their faces.

A portion of them were calmly digging graves, preparing to bury their clansmen, while another portion were helping the wounded bandage and stop the bleeding.

Only, in Allen's view, their methods were so crude and simple.

They did not disinfect or treat the bleeding wounds, but just used dirty cloth strips to tie them tightly, and stopping the massive loss of blood was considered the completion of the treatment.

Then they would take out a water skin and pour something unknown into the wounded's mouths, and the entire medical process was considered complete.

Allen felt that the chances of these wounded surviving under such rough treatment were too low.

Aside from whether Heaven gave them face, it probably all depended on these people's physical constitution; if James saw this, he would probably angrily curse these people for treating human life like grass.

While Allen watched the other party busy themselves, these Northmen living in the east of Rhovanion were also secretly observing Allen's group.

After all, the east of Rhovanion was now completely desolate; most were small settlements, and the few large Human gathering places were also quite far from this location.

And these people before them, being able to have such fine, uniform armor and combat power far exceeding their own, must have an extraordinary background.

Especially the leader wearing a suit of Silver Bright Plate Armor, who was even more formidable in combat; many people saw how this powerful warrior became stained with that filth and blood.

The scene of killing three Wargs in an instant was truly impressive.

At this moment, the burly man carrying a Great Axe and wearing simple Iron Armor walked toward Allen; his name was Gale, the leader of Pine Village and the initiator of this operation to pursue the Wargs.

At this moment, Gale still had lingering fears; he truly had not expected that this wolf pack would be of such a large scale.

After all, these hateful creatures only appeared in groups of a few dozen when raiding them; in his estimation, having nearly a hundred would be the limit, and with over three hundred people on his side, how could he not be enough to deal with them.

Who knew that upon meeting, there were actually nearly two hundred; under the Wargs' noses, there was no way to run, and the straightforward Gale simply led his clansmen to fight these creatures to the death.

In fact, Gale was not wrong; usually, these nearly two hundred Wargs would not gather together like this; they would disperse to find food to fill their stomachs, and gathering all together would only increase the difficulty of searching for food.

Today was because of Allen's arrival, which attracted the Warg leader's attention, and the strength of Allen's unit also made the Warg leader summon all his subordinates, and while waiting for the deep night, they were bumped into by Gale.

The Warg leader did not pay too much attention either; after all, two hundred Wargs, in the dark forest, ambushing a little over a hundred Humans, was very fast.

However, the Northern Men, who were familiar with the habits of Wargs, had carried enough torches before setting out, which allowed them to hold on until Allen's support arrived under the attack of over a hundred Wargs.

But even so, nearly half or more of his clansmen had fallen under the Wargs' attacks; Gale was very heartbroken at this moment—these were all neighbors he spent his days and nights with—but he did not show it too much.

Because for this leader who had lost his parents in his youth, he had seen too many partings of life and death; there was no need to show it.

At this moment, Gale greeted Allen from afar with his rough and heroic voice.

"Lads, thank you for your timely rescue. Eh? I would like to ask, you? Are you from Rohan?"

Amidst the sound, a bearded face, barely pulling out a smile, appeared before Allen's eyes.

The equipment of a Khuzaid Horse Archer consists of a leather armor covered by a scale armor, and the helmet also features a crest made of horsehair.

And that figure holding a bow and wearing a sword, along with the excellent and exquisite archery, is indeed very similar to the Rohirrim of this time.

However, Gale was only asking rashly; he had never been to Rohan, only having heard of it from the older generation.

After all, the Rohirrim living in Calenardhon are close relatives to them, the Northmen who still live in Rhovanion, both being descendants of the collapsed Kingdom of Rhovanion.

Allen looked at the man before him who could still manage a smile, and said quickly:

"No, we are not Rohirrim. We come from Wilderness Town. I am the lord of Wilderness Town, Allen. What should I call you?"

Allen knew that the equipment of veteran Khuzaid Horse Archers was very similar to that of Rohan soldiers, so he did not feel strange about Gale's question; this was a normal reaction Allen could have anticipated.

Upon hearing Allen's name, a look of shock appeared on Gale's face.

He kept looking up and down at the young man in front of him who was about his own age; he had heard Allen's name quite often recently.

The name of the King of the Rhovanion City-State, the lord of Wilderness Town, and Dragon Slayer Allen had long since spread to the ears of most Northmen along the Running River after the Battle of the Five Armies.

Gale was naturally no exception; even though they had never met, this frank and straightforward young man was full of respect for such a strong person.

The slightly naive Gale had not thought about how a figure whose reputation had spread throughout the North could suddenly appear before him tonight, and even happen to rescue him and his clansmen.

He simply looked at the gorgeously equipped and highly combat-capable Allen, as well as the dozens of well-equipped, fierce-looking elite soldiers standing behind Allen, and naturally believed Allen's words.

In this era, and in this region of Rhovanion, a lord who could provide his subordinates with standardized, high-quality iron armor was as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.

After confirming Allen's identity, this burly man, who stood nearly two meters tall, suddenly became a bit constrained, and his behavior was no longer as bold as before.

Gale quickly took the axe he was carrying on his shoulder and set it aside.

Then, scratching his head, he said with some embarrassment: "So it is Lord Dragon Slayer Allen. I actually met you in person today. I am in charge of Pine Village; you can just call me Big Gale. I was a bit embarrassed just now, I offended you, I offended you. Still, thank you for saving my clansmen."

Allen looked at this "Big" Gale who seemed to have suddenly changed into a different person, silently speculating in his heart: is his reputation already this big?

However, Allen did not act haughty, as that did not fit his personality; he still hoped to help the wounded on the ground receive better medical treatment.

"Gale, is it? I think we can at least be considered comrades-in-arms who have resisted the dark forces together. I have a suggestion you might want to consider."

Gale was somewhat surprised by Allen's approachability. As the leader of Pine Village, he had not lacked encounters with human leaders who called themselves lords before.

Those people ruled over some large human settlements and led armies far inferior to Allen's, coming to their villages to purchase some yew wood.

In Gale's impression, the demeanor and strength of those people were far inferior to the Allen before him, but their haughty behavior far exceeded Allen's.

This strong contrast made the leader of Pine Village like Allen even more.

He said respectfully to Allen: "My Lord, please speak. You have saved our lives; no matter what it is, I will certainly do it."

"It is like this: my territory, Wilderness Town, has professional doctors and better medical conditions. The situation of your wounded clansmen is very dangerous now. Gale, why don't you take your people and come with me to Wilderness Town?"

Allen certainly could not guess what the Gale before him was thinking; he just wanted to invite those wounded to the hospital in Wilderness Town and have James treat them again.

These wounded had survived tenaciously under the sharp fangs and claws of the Wargs, which showed how strong their desire to survive was.

But with such simple and crude bandaging, what was the probability of them surviving? Allen still hoped to save them; the more who lived, the better.

On the other hand, wasn't this an opportunity right before his eyes? Allen wanted to recruit more manpower, open up the Old Forest Road, and establish a stronghold at the eastern end of the road.

Then naturally, he had to recruit these Northern Men living in the eastern part of Rhovanion, and getting on good terms with a portion of them would be a very good start.

Moreover, it was very likely that some of these wounded would become Allen's employees in the days to come, serving him.

If the conditions were right, perhaps some would even become Allen's subjects; these were potential "own people."

Allen saving them was simply a win-win.

Hearing Allen's invitation, Gale agreed in his heart, but he did not say it out loud because he still had two companions who had pursued the Wargs with him.

They were his childhood friends: the leader of Oak Village, Balin, and the leader of Fir Village, Caroline.

If not for this childhood friendship, the relationship between these three neighboring human settlements would not be so harmonious.

After all, resources are limited, and how to distribute them is a huge problem.

And they would not have been able to sit down and discuss things after being attacked by Wargs, and immediately pull out all the men in the villages to pursue the Wargs and complete their revenge.

Gale wanted to let his two little partners go to Wilderness Town with him to take a look. Out of this consideration, Gale's reply to Allen was:

"My Lord, I would very much like to go, but I still have two companions, Caroline and Balin. Could I discuss it with them first?"

Just at this moment, a wild female voice rang out:

"Gale, what matter requires you to discuss it with the two of us?"

Allen swallowed the words "Be quick, the wounded cannot wait" back into his throat, then looked in the direction of the voice.

The speaker was a woman with an excellent figure, wearing a tight and neat leather armor that set off her strong, powerful legs and flat, firm waist.

A few strands of brown hair were plastered to her sweat-covered face, her delicate brows were tightly furrowed, her azure eyes were fixed on Allen beside Gale, and beneath her sharp, beautiful nose were the pretty lips that had just spoken.

Even in midwinter, her sleeves were rolled up, revealing smooth, muscular forearms, with beads of sweat reflecting the firelight on her wheat-colored skin.

This dashing young woman was holding a short spear in her right hand, while her left hand was carrying the massive head of the Warg leader.

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As her arm swung continuously, dirty blood dripped down from the neck of the wolf head.

This was a beautiful, fierce, and dangerous woman; she was one of Gale's companions, Caroline.

Caroline had no intention of approaching Gale and Allen, but waited for Gale's reply with some wariness.

She knew her companion's personality—he was particularly prone to trusting people—and she usually worried about Gale quite a bit.

However, Gale was burly and powerful in combat, and once he swung his great axe, he was majestic; in head-on combat, he was one of the top Warriors among the three villages.

Moreover, he was frank and straightforward, sincere to others, and extremely protective of his own, making him a rare friend.

As a childhood friend, a partner, and an ally, Caroline naturally wanted to know what Gale was planning to do, so she could keep an eye on things for him.

When Gale saw Caroline, he was overjoyed. He walked over in two or three steps, and before Caroline could react, he casually snatched the wolf head and weapon from her hands and pulled her toward Allen.

As he walked, he introduced her excitedly: "Caroline, let me tell you, this is Lord Dragon Slayer Allen. Let me tell you, when we were surrounded by two hundred Wargs, it was Lord Allen..."

Gale excitedly recounted his encounter to Caroline, while Caroline listened with surprise as she looked at Allen.

She really did not expect that a pursuit for revenge would actually lead to meeting a big figure with a widespread reputation in Rhovanion.