Chapter 470: Weilade and Solit, Deeper and Deeper in the Trap!

Prada had no idea that Gervas and his group had come to the royal tent palace entirely out of desperation.

Their only thought was to use the Wang Fei here to help themselves escape.

So they had completely failed to anticipate that the Wang Fei's influence weighed far more than they had imagined.

At once, Gervas wasted no time, leading his subordinates to swiftly set up the inner camp and await Moral's arrival.

……

Meanwhile, as Gervas had just seized the royal tent palace, major changes were unfolding in Winter's End City.

With the last remaining grain supplies burned, the kingdom's army had fallen into complete starvation.

Although they had managed to barely survive for several days by eating trees, herbs, and slaughtering horses,

yet even grass, trees, draft horses, and cowhide would eventually be consumed.

Over these past two days, soldiers had grown so starved their bellies pressed against their spines, let alone their combat strength.

Had it not been for their last shred of will to survive and the advantage of the towering city walls, the beastmen would have stormed the city long ago.

Of course, after observing over these two days, the Beast King had confirmed that the kingdom's army within Winter's End City had finally reached its absolute limit.

He immediately began making arrangements to breach the city tonight.

And the key to breaching the city once again fell upon Minister Weilade and Solit.

Though Minister Weilade and Solit were unwilling, they had already fallen into the beastmen's trap—and sunk deeper and deeper.

Whether they wished it or not, it was no longer up to them to decide.

That night.

Minister Weilade and Solit, faces tense and uneasy, ascended toward the city wall.

Behind them followed more than thirty soldiers, none carrying longswords.

"Halt! Who goes there?"

"Captain, it's us—Solit and Minister Weilade!"

"Huh? Why are you two here? Are you leaving the city again? But we received no notice tonight!"

"And why are you bringing so many guards?"

The captain of the Duke Lieshi family soldiers on night watch stared at Solit and Minister Weilade in confusion.

Earlier, Minister Weilade and Solit had passed through this sector of the wall several times, so the guard captain was already familiar with them.

Thus, he was not overly wary—only deeply puzzled.

Minister Weilade and Solit did not dare delay, quickly explaining, "Captain, it's like this: tonight's order came directly from the Supreme Commander, so we only just now met with the Duke."

"And we only just received his passage permit—he had no time to notify you in advance."

"Is that so?" The guard captain's face showed doubt, and he was clearly about to demand the Duke's permit.

But Solit and Minister Weilade had no such permit; before he could speak, they swiftly said, "Of course it is, Captain! Our mission to leave the city is of utmost importance!"

"We're going to retrieve a supply of food for the army!"

"Captain, you know the situation inside the city! Food is gone—there's not even leaves or bark left to eat! If we don't bring back food now, we won't need the beastmen to kill us—we'll starve to death ourselves!!"

"Really? You can get food?" Even though verifying the permit was vital, the guard captain's attention snapped instantly, worn down by days of hunger.

"Of course. Our previous outings weren't idle strolls—they had a specific purpose: contacting our spies within the beastmen ranks!"

"This time, the spy has prepared over a thousand jin of dried meat, hidden just outside the city, waiting for us to retrieve it!"

"That's why we brought these thirty-plus soldiers—to carry the dried meat back!"

"By the way, to build up strength for hauling, we just finished a full meal—we ate several pieces of horse meat jerky. Captain, would you like some? We're already full!"

"Dried meat?" The guard captain's eyes changed instantly; his throat kept swallowing. "Uh… Lord Solit, Lord Weilade—if possible, I really need some dried meat. I've been starving these past two days…"

"Captain, we understand. I'll have them bring up the dried meat—everyone on the wall will get their share."

Saying this, Solit looked down at his own soldiers below the wall. "Come up! Give your dried meat to these Duke Lieshi soldiers. We won't run short after we leave the city!"

"Yes, my lord!"

The soldiers immediately climbed the stairs.

Hearing there was dried meat, the Duke Lieshi guards made no move to stop these unarmed soldiers.

Normally, at night, no one except the watchmen was permitted on the wall without authorization.

But now, the Duke Lieshi guards saw only dried meat—they suspected no ill intent from Solit and Minister Weilade.

Thus, the thirty-plus soldiers reached the wall under their watchful eyes, and as the guards stared eagerly, the soldiers indeed pulled cloth bags from their waists.

Inside the bags were only a few small pieces of dried meat, no bigger than a palm.

At the sight of the dried meat, the guard captain and all other Duke Lieshi soldiers' eyes gleamed.

When they received the meat from the soldiers, their hands trembled uncontrollably, their throats gulping frantically.

"Captain, everyone—don't be polite. Eat quickly! We'll bring back more dried meat from outside—we won't lack for it ourselves!"

"Thank you, Lords Solit and Weilade! We won't be shy!" The guard captain no longer hesitated—he thanked them, then shoved the meat into his mouth.

The moment the dried meat touched his tongue, the long-missed aroma flooded his senses—he felt weightless, euphoric.

Seeing their captain begin eating, the other guards wasted no time, grabbing their own pieces and shoving them into their mouths.

"So fragrant!"

"So delicious!"

"Yes! Absolutely the tastiest dried meat I've ever eaten in my life!"

Instantly, the guards began exclaiming as they ate.

Minister Weilade and Solit exchanged a glance—they knew the moment had come.

"Captain, time is short. We'll now show you the Duke's permit—once confirmed, we must leave the city immediately!"

"Mm… no problem… Lords!" The guard captain was lost in the scent of the dried meat, thinking of nothing else.

Just like that, Solite began fumbling at his chest, and as he did so, he moved closer to the guard captain.

When he was within half a metre of the guard captain, Solite seemed to find something, and suddenly yanked the hand that had been tucked into his chest.

Pfft!

The guard captain didn't even have time to react — he only felt a flash of cold light, and the next instant, a sharp pain shot through his chest.

"Ugh…" The guard captain's eyes went wide; the chunk of meat was still clamped between his teeth.

His eyes were full of confusion as he slowly lowered his head to look at his own chest.

He saw a short blade buried in his chest, with a great gush of fresh blood streaming down along the dagger!

"You…"

The guard captain tried to say something, but the strength draining from him at such speed robbed him of any chance to keep speaking..

The other guards hadn't reacted at first, but when they saw the dagger in their captain's chest, they all froze.

Pfft pfft pfft!

Yet, before those guards could say or do anything, they too felt pain bloom in their own chests.