The battle—or rather, the slaughter—turned one-sided in an extremely short time.
Thomas was the last to charge through the door, and by the time he stepped into the hall that was like a field of Asura, the fierce melee was already nearing its end.
Seven or eight corpses lay scattered every which way across the floor. Blood had dyed the ground red and flowed along the seams between the stone slabs.
Several Sauron soldiers were coldly finishing off the badly wounded defenders who had yet to die, or rummaging through the valuables on the corpses. Einar was pulling the blood-and-minced-flesh-covered Ladder Knife from the soldier he had stabbed through, his gaze sweeping icily around him.
Just then, a sudden change erupted!
In a corner near the inner stairwell, a Broomflower soldier who had originally seemed to have been knocked to the ground with light injuries suddenly sprang up like a startled rabbit!
His reactions were clearly extremely fast. In the initial chaos, he had pretended to be wounded and fallen to the ground. Now, while everyone's attention was scattered, he suddenly rushed toward the stairs! They led to the second floor, where there was also a lookout window facing the outside of the city wall!
"Someone's trying to run!" a sharp-eyed Sauron soldier shouted.
But that man moved too fast. In a few strides, he had rushed up the stairs and was about to disappear around the corner!
"Thomas! Stop him!" Einar's sharp shout rang out from behind.
Thomas's heart clenched hard. Almost without thinking, his body's instincts moved faster than his thoughts.
He let out an angry roar and broke into a chase! In a few steps, he crossed the corpses and pools of blood on the floor and charged up the narrow spiral stone stairs. The fleeing soldier