Yellow Earth Land

Watchman Fortress was not made up of a single, isolated building.

Besides the main fortress blocking the eastern exit of the Nerodan Corridor, many towns and villages were scattered behind it—in the eastern section of the Nerodan Corridor.

The existence of these towns and villages gave the legion a certain degree of self-sufficiency.

The entire fortress area could even be considered a small earldom without exaggeration.

Watchman Fortress was now facing a grave crisis.

It was not coming from the front. Although an orc army had surged there like a tidal wave, the main fortress had yet to be breached.

The true crisis came from behind.

"Father in Heaven! You... you..."

Sir Yilaizhe, the commander responsible for guarding the western side of the fortress area, was trembling all over.

It was not out of fear, but anger.

He stood with his back against the wall, his eyes seemingly spitting flames.

"The Bradley Family will be nailed to the pillar of shame in the kingdom's history and judged by future generations."

"Victors are never judged!"

Standing opposite him was Gresham, a Bradley Family general, watching him with a cold sneer.

Not long ago, the Bradley Family's army had arrived before the fortress guarded by Sir Yilaizhe. This was one of the entrances into the fortress area.

They claimed they were transporting a supply shipment and reinforcements for the Watchers Legion.

Sir Yilaizhe had naturally let them pass without hesitation. The front lines were in desperate need of aid, and even his forces had been reduced to only a few dozen men.

But the Bradley Family's army had immediately turned hostile upon entering and, relying on their superior numbers, quickly seized control of the entire fortress.

His unfortunate subordinates had either been killed or captured.

"Honorable Sir Yilaizhe, I'll give you one