By the time Solam climbed onto the city wall, the battle had already begun.
Solam's arrival also sparked earth-shaking cheers atop the walls. Whether dwarves or humans, when they saw Solam's towering figure standing on the wall once more, it seemed as if nothing was a problem anymore. The orcs who had inflicted such terrible casualties upon them were nothing more than clowns too blind to see the situation clearly.
Under the leadership of the hero Solam, they would once again deliver the most resolute iron-fisted punishment to these evil, brutal invaders!
Mevis and Sokya were even happier to see Solam appear!
Because they felt that, no matter what, Solam had still chosen the right path. With a great enemy at their gates, any conflict had to serve the greater good! Well, the greater good Solam hated most.
Even Mevis and Sokya thought so, which showed just how badly Solam's sense of loyalty had misled certain people before.
Solam had never cared about any greater good, because it was not his greater good.
Would the destruction of Silverymoon affect Solam at all?
Anyway, Solam could not think of any effect it would have. He had no interests in this place. The only reason he had helped before was out of principle—a standard spirit of international socialism—with not the slightest entanglement of interests. He had done it purely out of loyalty.
In any case, Solam had already made his position clear. What other people thought was their business. Solam neither cared nor could do anything about it.
Solam stood beside the railgun, watching the vast mass of Black Orcs raise crude wooden shields made from logs and continuously charge the city walls. He found it utterly baffling. How was this battle even being fought?
Solam could understand the Black Orcs repeatedly