Aftermath

Suleiman did not respond to the soldiers' shouts.

He was exhausted.

He had to confirm that the battle had truly ended.

Suleiman gripped the railing of the wooden wall tightly.

He looked outward.

The icy, violent river was swallowing them whole.

The Wildlings who, only moments ago, had been fighting him and his men for their lives.

The Wildlings brandished their weapons, struggling in the water.

They jammed their weapons into the mud, trying to avoid being swept away by the current.

But the rapid torrent easily stripped them of their strength.

It swept them into the distance or crushed them directly beneath the water.

Some Wildlings who were lucky enough to scramble to higher ground or stand upon rocks.

Were also quickly submerged by the rising water level.

The entire valley had turned into a vast expanse of water.

"Soldiers! Throw your spears! Archers! Loose your arrows!" Standing on the high ground, Suleiman continued to issue orders with a blank expression. "If they are still thrashing in the water, shoot them all!"

"Yes!" The soldiers, covered in blood, gritted their teeth and showed no mercy.

The flood washed over the battlefield, carrying away blood, corpses, and everything else.

Suleiman's soldiers, firing mercilessly from the heights, also extinguished the last remnants of life from those Wildlings.

"It's over, Lord Suleiman." Roslyn stood beside Suleiman, watching him struggle to stay upright, his eyes rimmed with red and his voice hoarse.

Suleiman did not speak; he simply watched the scene below in silence.

The sustained tension and high-intensity combat had finally reached their conclusion.

An indescribable sense of fatigue surged into his body like a tide.

It swept through his entire frame.

"Well done, Lushen! Well done, brothers!" Suleiman whispered.

His body swayed, the scene before his eyes began to blur, and he fell backward.

He expected to crash onto the hard wooden planks, but the anticipated pain never came.

A pair of strong arms caught him just in time.

Roslyn had caught him.

Suleiman fell into a deep sleep.

Bronn limped toward Suleiman.

"Clang!"

"Protect Lord Suleiman!" Roslyn became alert immediately, staring at Bronn with tension.

The soldiers drew their longswords, pointing them in one direction.

Bronn was covered in blood, limping, his armor tattered and ruined.

His face and body were covered in wounds of all sizes, some still oozing blood.

His eyes were bloodshot like a wounded lone wolf, filled with an indescribable, complex emotion.

He looked as if he had returned from hell!

He walked forward step by step, each stride appearing heavy and slow.

Combined with his strength, his appearance placed immense psychological pressure on the soldiers.

But not a single soldier retreated.

When a man is near death, his words are true.

Facing the prospect of death, Suleiman had said to them: "Brothers! To die alongside you is my honor, Suleiman's honor!"

He had proven himself.

Not as a noble.

Bronn ignored them, his gaze locked firmly on Suleiman.

The surrounding soldiers' breathing grew rapid, and they gripped their weapons even tighter.

Although this mercenary had contributed greatly in the previous battle—if not for him holding that door fast.

Buying them precious time to reach the gate, the outcome of the battle might have been completely different.

Bronn bared his teeth, revealing a mouth stained red with blood; that smile was uglier than weeping.

He looked more like a demon who had just returned from hell!

He slowly raised the longsword in his hand, its blade caked in dried blood and mud.

Under the tense gaze of the soldiers, Bronn suddenly slammed the longsword deep into the wooden planks before him.

"Thwack!"

Most of the blade sank into the wood, the remaining half vibrating slightly.

"Tell! Suleiman!!" Bronn gritted his teeth! "Every single one of your lives! Including his! You're going to pay me for them!"

"Otherwise! This isn't over!"

Having said that, he snatched a dagger from a nearby soldier.

With a vault and a flip, he leaped over the railing and into the water.

It happened so fast that the soldier whose dagger had been snatched only just realized what had happened.

They had no idea what he was planning to do.

The soldiers leaned toward the wooden railing, filled with confusion.

But that confusion lasted only a moment.

Immediately after, crimson blood began to surface on the water, followed by several Wildling heads bobbing up from the bloody depths.

The soldiers did not know how to distinguish between the Wildlings.

But they could see that these heads appeared to be those of the largest and strongest Wildlings.

Bronn swam back slowly, holding the short dagger in his teeth and dragging the Wildling heads by their hair with both hands.

He then climbed the wooden wall and tossed the heads in front of the soldiers.

He then kicked one of the heads toward a soldier.

"Tell Suleiman!" Bronn threw the dagger back to the soldier. "I killed the chieftains of all three Wildling tribes!"

"Don't leave out a single word!!!"

Outside the perimeter of Valleydeep Town, the Mountain Clans Wildling camp laid siege.

Timett Son of Timett stared intently at his Wildlings as they climbed the city walls.

One after another, they were struck down by the defenders on the ramparts.

He was feeling very impatient now.

He felt as if he were running out of time.

Originally, he had planned to rely on the Wildling raiding parties scattered to plunder for food.

To replenish his logistics.

And slowly starve these Flatlanders behind the stone walls to death.

But these raiding parties had gone missing one after another.

He certainly knew that in such a situation, there must be Flatlander armies hunting them down.

Because the first to lose contact were several Burned Men parties.

But he could not do that; he had to keep the various tribes bound together.

Until he took this damned stone wall!

But the divided tribes had still given the enemy an opportunity!

He was now short on Warriors! Exhausted! Covered in wounds!

Timett Son of Timett gripped the sword at his waist, staring fixedly at Valleydeep Town!

This castle was like a nail driven into the junction between the mountains and the plains.

If the entire army bypassed it, and something went wrong.

They would be unable to return to the mountains.

This place was the coffin nail blocking his tribe!

He had an ominous premonition.

It made him very, very uneasy.

He did not know the source of this damned unease.

He thought of the three tribes that had pursued the enemy.

They seemed to have vanished without a trace!

It was safe to conclude that those idiots were finished!

"This is not what those damned Flatlanders in Valleydeep said!" Timett Son of Timett drew his sword and shouted viciously!

"I told you already! Timett Son of Timett! They are not to be trusted!" Chella daughter of Chek of the Black Ears Tribe said with a sinister sneer. "Flatlanders are all hypocritical, cunning, and vicious!"

"They are even willing to provide us with supplies! To let us go and raid their own kin!"

"These people! Can they be trusted!"

The way Chella daughter of Chek of the Black Ears Tribe spoke only made Timett Son of Timett even more furious.

Not counting the elderly, the young, and the portion of Warriors who remained behind to guard the mountains, and who did not participate in this raid.

The Mountain Clans had lost track of nearly half their tribe!

The population of the Mountain Clans was already sparse to begin with!

If those who had lost contact were already dead!

They had lost half their people this time!

All of them in their prime!

To be able to swallow over five hundred tribesmen in one go, without even a single person returning.

The Flatlanders would need at least a thousand elite Warriors to accomplish such a feat! Perhaps even iron-clad knights!

Yet those Flatlanders in the Vale had told him.

That all the Flatlanders of the plains had gone to defend against the Free Folk coming from the sea!

"Aaaah--!!" Timett Son of Timett drew his longsword and slashed it into a nearby tree. "Lies! Nothing but absolute lies!"

The tree snapped under the blow!