The bridge wound its way toward the gate in the third city wall.
Its design was, in fact, another defensive measure.
Defenders could be stationed on either side of the bridge, attacking from defensive towers to intercept invaders, much like in a tower defense game.
If necessary, the bridge could be submerged, sending all the invaders into the water to drown.
Yet this time, Leyndell had made none of those preparations.
No one had ever breached the first two walls. This great Capital City had never been in such danger.
The Elden Lord was outside the city.
Who could have imagined that someone would penetrate so far inside?
There was a gap in experience, and a gap in their understanding of warfare.
Along with his countless honors, the Elden Lord bore the hopes of countless people.
He should have been able to repel countless enemy armies and keep this city from ever falling.
But the Elden Lord had been tied down.
Ah, the abnormal Elden Lord, King Consort Radagon, ultimately fell a little short.
Had the First Elden Lord, Godfrey, still been here, this would never have happened.
During the Night of the Black Knives, Leyndell had already suffered a catastrophe, blood and fire washing over this Golden City.
Now disaster had struck again, and Zhao Si had led an army into Leyndell.
Of course, they had not turned their blades on the civilians inside.
They had not come to do anything so pointless.
Nor had Leyndell's civilians shown any intention of resisting.
Because the residents all knew these were Godwyn's men.
The son of Godfrey, head of the Golden Lineage, and rightful heir to the throne was about to return to the Promised Land that belonged to him.
This was a fight among their own people. It had nothing