Three-Day Miracle: The Decisive Third Day - An Extra Chapter for "Little Lamb" Brother 110

Murphy had lost count of how many times he had swung his blade. At first, to keep his mind clear under the assault of bloodlust, he'd made a point of counting them, much like counting Triss's... well, whatever she did when he couldn't sleep.

But after the count passed ten thousand, Murphy couldn't be bothered anymore.

Especially when the battle at the lord's position reached the morning of the third day. Murphy couldn't even spare the attention to keep track of his kills in his head, the kind of thing a numbers-obsessed fighter loved doing.

There were just too many gnolls in front of him!

On the main battlefield, where the Black Calamity's forces had run into a brick wall over the past two days, the weak kobolds had all but disappeared. The enemy's grand warlord had probably realized that the lord's position couldn't be taken until Murphy was dead. So while they threw everything they had at the flanks, the gnolls kept escalating their attempts to seize the banner and behead the commander.

To kill Murphy, every hunting elect in the central and western sections of the entire Maginot Line had been gathered and deployed.

Leading Hugson's personal guard, they launched wave after wave of suicidal decapitation charges at the position where Murphy stood. Their ferocity was such that even Triss, who was protecting him, struggled to keep up.

The main problem was the constant rain of meteors from the sky. Dealing with that threat using her superior psionic powers was enough to drain a Gold-ranker's energy. The earth priests could handle it too, but the kobolds were also launching assaults from underground. Someone had to stop them, or the relentless attacks by their crazed sappers would wreak havoc if they broke into the position.

Kudell had made specific