Every time Jiaoshou finished a chapter, he checked the monthly votes and saw the brothers behind him steadily closing the gap. They were only four votes away; during the double-vote period, just two votes would put them ahead of him. Jiaoshou earnestly begged for monthly votes. His goal was not too ambitious-he only wanted to stay in the top ten, give the book more visibility on the category page, and draw in more subscriptions.
The sky began to clear. The gloomy weather had vanished, and after a long absence, bright sunshine appeared once more.
The undead army had retreated. Ever since its assault began, it had never stopped attacking, but at last, the attacks ceased. Not only had the undead stopped advancing, they were withdrawing. From atop the Greymane Wall, the defenders could clearly see the dark mass of troops receding into the distance. In moments, it disappeared from sight, and only through telescopes could they still make out the undead army.
Waves of cheers echoed along the Greymane Wall. Everyone was especially excited this time, filled with the joy of having survived a disaster.
One shout followed another, but in stark contrast to the soldiers around them, Rex and his companions remained subdued. His face dark, Rex watched the retreating undead army for a long time before finally letting out a sigh.
The Sunwell had fallen. It was lost. That news swept away every last trace of Rex's joy.
In truth, Rex had never attached much importance to the battle at the Greymane Wall. What truly concerned him were the battles for Silvermoon City and the Sunwell. Those were the decisive engagements. Kael'thas had thought the same at first. No matter how they looked at it then, Arthas was sending his main force against Quel'Thalas, not Gilneas.
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