Undead Rose

The Undead Rose
(01) - Main Text

Author
: qixuan
Word Count: 37
The story is set in the early part of the novel. In other words, the timeline is set in the past, when orcs were still very strong.
Elves had not yet established diplomatic relations with humans, meaning that elves and orcs were enemies. The city of desire, also known as Blackstorm City,
was virtually nonexistent. Furthermore, alchemy and magic were not yet advanced at that time. Then, the story begins.
White Rose, the city-state closest to war on the southern plains, is a thousand miles from the horizon, and a mile to the west
is the Sea of Trees, where one must also face the annual onslaught of orcs. Fortunately, the precipitous and steep Spirit Mountain Range provides a strong barrier.
At the entrance to the mountain range lies White Rose, a city entirely white, its white stones now stained slightly
red with blood. This city, which has endured constant attacks since its construction, has become a war fortress. This city
firmly choked the orcs' southward advance
. Even though it had only been built a year ago, the orcs would have to pass through it before they could invade the southern plains
.
At this moment, amidst the dense forest, faint laughter and rough voices could be heard. From afar , one could
tell they were orcs, wild and untamed, yet often dwelling in the forest.
In this forest, several snow-white women stood out starkly among the green-clad orcs.
The orcs, with their thick, long genitals, leered at the women. Their enormous genitals, easily a foot long and
incredibly thick, were... The women were kneeling or squatting, their upper bodies bound with rough hemp ropes, while their vaginas and anuses were penetrated by two enormous penises. With each thrust, crimson blood
even oozed from the green phalluses .
For the human women, this was excruciating suffering, and their cries were of no avail.
Instead, they provided amusement for the green-clad beastmen.
In the center of the orcish horde, an exceptionally strong orc was thrusting in and out of a snow-white body.
The woman's beautiful figure, lovely face, tear-stained cheeks, and resentment in her eyes all indicated that she was
being forced. The orc's massive penis was thrusting in and out of her vagina, causing her excruciating pain.
Under the orc king's frenzied thrusting, she appeared to be in extreme agony, her screams sounding
so sweet to King Kor's ears. The huge scrotum slapped against the woman's lower body with a slapping sound, and with each withdrawal of the
green penis, fresh red flesh was always pulled out. The woman's cries were futile. The orc's terrifying genitals and
the high-level warrior's stamina combined to give the woman either extreme pain or extreme pleasure. And clearly, this
woman was not one of those legendary races, but just an ordinary human.
Cole's madness was palpable; his erect penis, hard as iron, pounded deep into the woman's vagina. Each
thrust sent a scream through her, and it was a miracle she hadn't fainted. Only
her eyes, filled with a deep-seated hatred, were fixed on his face. In her icy blue eyes,
a white battle flag was faintly reflected—the most painful scar in the orc's heart.
Cole's rugged face was etched with rage, his eyes bloodshot. He stopped thrusting, drew his
battle sword, and slashed down. The woman's contorted face fell to the ground. Her long, jet-black hair
spread out among the fallen leaves, a gentle breeze ruffling it, revealing her eyes, fixed on the distant,
nascent city, yet brimming with murderous intent.
Cole kicked the headless woman's body away, his two-meter-tall frame rising upright, his face filled with hatred as
he stared intently to the east, at the city-state that had been the greatest obstacle to the orcs.
His rage burned fiercely, his roar echoing through the forest. The distant wind rustled the leaves,
its sound a symphony of the heavens and earth. The orcs present clearly felt the king's fury in his roar, their
eyes fixed on the east, as if they wanted to break free of the forest's barrier and crush that distant city-state.
In fact, the orc king had seen such people more than once. On orcish territory, even facing the orcs' slaughter
, they still glared at all their enemies with eyes like knives, even those captured
. Their silent hatred—was this the hatred between two races passed down through generations
? Cole's heavy breathing echoed through the forest. Looking up at the sky, dappled
sunlight filtered through the dense canopy of the forest, casting only faint rays, yet the light remained blinding.
"Bury that woman."
After a while, Cole looked at the headless corpse on the ground, his voice heavy. Then he glanced at the still-living
woman.
"Kill them all."
The White Rose was crafted from fluorite, a common material on the continent. In the sunlight, it shimmered, beautiful and captivating
. However, the scattered crimson hues within the city, and the heavily armored warriors standing like statues on the city walls,
spoke of another side of this city. Shouts echoed from the military camps outside the city, and battle flags fluttered fiercely in the sunlight
, telling ancient tales.
The White Rose, nestled against the Lan River, lies at the edge of the southern plains, a battlefield.
Whenever the orcs attack, the White Rose's black-armored knights don their heavy armor, take up their lances, and wait silently.
Before the Lan River, the White Rose's formidable defenses can withstand the orcish onslaught. When the orcs tire,
the black-armored knights raise their battle banners, transforming into a torrent, rising from the Lan River and charging along the White Rose's main road
. Along the way, friend or foe, any obstacle in their path is torn to shreds.
The charging knights' hooves crush the orcs' courage. The high-raised White Rose battle banners
are dazzling in the black torrent, yet they inflict the greatest damage on the orcs, tearing apart their ranks before turning back to charge again
.
This is the White Rose's greatest strength, and also the orcs' greatest wound.
The White Rose Forest was peaceful at this moment. The city guards stood atop the high towers, watching the sea of trees, ready to pounce at any moment.
Any clue, however slight, is investigated. At night, though visibility is poor, many nimble scouts are still
dispatched outside the city to monitor everything in the forest.
The King of White Rose, Raiser, with his striking golden hair in the sunlight, always
wears his silver armor. The armor is plain, yet incredibly thick, often making
a clicking sound with his footsteps. He sits in his city hall, engrossed in reviewing documents. All is peaceful within the city.
However, in a corner of White Rose, a man sits in a dimly lit room, two women kneeling before him
. Two sensual lips lick his large genitals. All three are naked, and the two women are exceptionally
beautiful. Their pink tongues lick his penis, the two women intoxicated by the heat emanating from their tongues
. Finally, a white-haired woman, her red lips wide open, began to take the man's large, purplish
glans into her mouth, sucking and swallowing repeatedly. Another black-haired woman climbed between the man's spread legs and began to suck on his enormous scrotum
. The room was filled with lewd sounds. The man thoroughly enjoyed the pleasure, but what he enjoyed even more was
the blonde woman before him.
She was beautiful, her wheat-colored skin adding a touch of wildness. Bound and with her legs spread wide, she was
emitting melodious moans. The two women were stimulating her vagina and anus, their white fingers
caressing her chocolate-like skin, while her two orifices were being stimulated by the women's thrusting. Gushes of vaginal fluid gushed out, and
her beautiful eyes were filled with anger, but it was all in vain. Having already lost her virginity to the man,
she felt the pleasure beneath her, yet tears involuntarily streamed from her eyes.
Her name was Kaman, a knight. Within the White Rose, the most powerful knightly order was the Black Armor Knights.
She was a squad leader among the Black Armor Knights, yet she hadn't expected to be imprisoned and humiliated like this, even
having a slave emblem tattooed on her buttocks—an emblem only worn against non-human races.
Her beauty had attracted the attention of a man, the prince of the White Rose, though his reputation was
never good. Compared to his father, hailed as the son of war, this guy was a complete idiot. Yes, the Rose Prince
's reputation as an idiot was universally acknowledged. Everyone in the city knew it, and everyone wanted to flush him down the toilet
.
As for Kaman, the Black Armor Knight, a revered figure within the White Rose, she was now suffering this torture.
The alternating stimulation of two women's hands brought her intense pleasure mixed with an overwhelming sense of shame. A beautiful figure,
trembling slightly with pleasure, her voice filled with pleading, but to no avail.
Sometime later, Kaman was bound and thrown into a cell. No one noticed
the madness in her eyes.
Three years is a very short time for long-lived races, but for humans and orcs, it
is enough. Perhaps it is because life is short that hatred is more easily passed down from generation to generation. White Rose
was unusually complacent, because in these three years, the orcs had not launched a single attack.
The reason was simple: Cole became the King of the Orcs. For three years, Cole had repeatedly conquered other orc tribes
, staining the orcish tribes with blood. Finally, a year ago, he became the King of the Orcs, the true king, and
all orcs obeyed his commands.
The White Rose, which had enjoyed three years without war, was now developing rapidly. However, although the soldiers in the city
were constantly upgrading their weapons, something seemed to be missing in their eyes compared to before.
Tonight, dark clouds obscured the already dim crescent moon. The black-clad scouts crouched on the ground, the dense
bushes providing excellent cover. Only their eyes were visible, fixed on the towering trees of the forest. They kept a constant
watch on the forest, preventing any orcs from emerging.
Deep within the forest, Cole gave a silent, cold laugh.
The scouts' corpses lay silently in the bushes, each agile and strong orc
with a clear bloodlust in their eyes, yet their figures were silent, like ghosts.
Few orcs emerged, but each one exuded a sharp killing intent. After the two-man scouts
were cleared out, they began to issue orders. Cole, clad in full armor, raised his heavy sword high
.
The orcish legion, fully equipped, emerged from the sea of trees like a green tide, their eyes
filled with hysterical madness. However, the distant city-state remained oblivious.
In the dead of night, in the city, Leather stood by the window. As he looked up, a black raven flew past and landed on his
shoulder. Leather stared intently at the raven; his face was handsome, with a slight stubble, a tall stature, and silver
armor.
Leather looked deeply at the raven, his eyes filled with growing horror.
As the crows flew away, Leiser's tall figure leaped out of the window, displaying the speed of a high-ranking warrior.
As he charged, his battle aura shimmered, creating sonic booms.
In the White Rose Plaza, a large blue bell hung there, though the dust on it indicated
it hadn't been rung in a long time. Leiser's armor gleamed faintly, and the deep, resonant tolling of the bell rang out.
Instantly, the faint flames from the various White Rose camps stained the sky red.
Soldiers awoke with a start, quickly donned their armor, grabbed their weapons, and column after column of soldiers
converged on the plaza. The sound of iron boots striking the ground was crisp and clear.
Some soldiers carried shields, some carried bows, and many more were swordsmen in armor, wielding longswords.
In the mage tower, mages in various robes and staffs unleashed spells of all types, converging on the plaza
. In less than half an hour, all the soldiers and mages in the city, except for the garrison, had gathered in the plaza
, which was now packed with people, all watching the city from the high platform.
"I just received news," Leather said in a deep voice.
"A large number of orcs have gathered and left the Tree Sea. I don't know the exact number, but I can say at least two
hundred thousand."
Looking at the white rose banner flying high before him, Leather's voice was icy.
"At least two hundred thousand, the exact number could be ten times, twenty times. This is
different from their previous raids. Tonight is the night of war."
"We will face the orcs' onslaught head-on, for the orcs have a leader."
"Many of us will die, but the orcs will die too. Remember the White Rose's motto?"
"Backed by the Storm River, facing the sky. Never to die, never to fall." The soldiers' shouts echoed throughout
the city of White Rose. The night wind was chilly, but the warriors' blood burned hot. The roar of one hundred thousand men carried on the night breeze.
The entire city of White Rose gleamed with a cold light. The Storm River behind them surged on. The black-armored knights were the first to depart, heading south
. The sound of hooves shook the entire city.
On the city walls, warriors stood atop the ramparts, shields held high. Behind them, every ten meters stood two
archers, and every fifty meters a mage. Swordsmen prepared stones and massive logs. On the towers, archers and mages adjusted
their weapons.
The city gates were tightly shut. Behind the heavy doors hung a white banner embroidered with a spiked shield
. Below the banner, rows of strong soldiers stood behind the gates, their shields linked together with interlocking clips
, forming walls of shields. Above these semi-sloping shield walls,
sharp, gleaming spears gleamed. Behind them, archers stood poised to fire. And behind the city gates stood
a colossal war chariot covered in spikes.
The White Rose, this war fortress, is now fully operational. On the plain before the walls, iron nails are scattered
, the moat's mechanisms are activated, and the underwater roar reveals countless sharp spearheads. On the walls,
thanks to alchemy, javelins have been unearthed; at a single command, they will be launched with terrifying force
, becoming deadly weapons.
Alchemists produce arrows, and archers on the walls take them, aiming at the open ground before them.
Arrows whistle as they pierce the ground, neatly arranged in formation.
On the boundless plain before the walls, faint lights first appear, then grow brighter,
until after ten minutes, that area emits a soft glow, illuminating the distant plain. Leather stood atop the city wall,
his deep eyes fixed on the distant plains, fearful that he might one day spot the orc army. Yet, he also longed to see the orc army,
for the wait was unbearable.
The first great battle between the White Rose and the orcs was about to begin. On the other side of the White Rose, the city's
son was wildly riding a beautiful woman. The woman's moans were filled with satisfaction, while from the other side came
the wails of several women.
Five stunningly beautiful women knelt on the ground, black collars around their necks, tied to pillars
. Metal chastity belts clung to their crotches. Behind them, a naked woman wielded a leather whip, relentlessly
lashing their snow-white bodies, leaving distinct red welts.
The man thrust into the woman's body, her moans rising and falling
. The fullness in her groin was intense, but the anal plug in her anus and the fluid in her abdomen swayed with each movement, yet she still tried to clench her anus.
A slight throbbing pain in her groin, the large penis rubbing against the vaginal walls, stimulating the fluid in her intestines
and also the anal plug. Countless times, the woman wanted to squeeze out the plug, to freely expel the slow
flow of fluid from her anus. But she knew that if she did, the punishment that followed would be extremely painful.
Sometimes, however, the body is truly beyond control. In her extreme tension, a stream of fluid spurted from her urethra,
her mind went blank, the anal plug suddenly slipped off, and
her slightly swollen abdomen, as if deflated, quickly sank in, releasing a foul stench.
She was still enjoying the dual pleasure of orgasm and expulsion when the man cursed.
The woman, just regaining her senses and before she could even kneel, was dragged to the other side of the room by two beautiful female slaves.
On that side, a thick iron rod, as thick as a fist, was mounted on the wall. The woman, limp and weak ,
struggled violently as soon as she touched the cold iron rod, but to no avail. Her anus, still discharging fluid, was directly against
the tip of the rod.
"Ah…it hurts!" The woman's anus was still slightly open, but the iron rod was forcefully pushed into it
. She tried to struggle, but a line of scarlet blood flowed down her thigh.
The uneven, textured surface of the iron rod, with its slow, forceful thrust, gradually widened her anus, inflicting even greater
pain. She cried out weakly, but dared not struggle, for the more she moved, the more it hurt
. She could only helplessly and humiliatingly accept the cold, thick iron rod. Two locks were attached to the iron bar. After the bar was pushed in twenty centimeters,
the locks touched her long, slender legs.
With a "click!", the two locks fastened to her thighs, and she was now completely fixed to the iron bar.
The cold iron bar asserted its presence in her anus, while the two women took out two rattan canes. They gently
flicked the iron bar, and the thick bar began to rotate. The woman's screams became even more shrill. The patterns on the iron bar
, as it rotated, became an undeniable form of torture. The woman cried out, and crimson and pale
yellow liquids mingled on the ground between her thighs. The two women's rattan canes brought her excruciating
pain to her snow-white body, yet she had to endure the agony, supporting her full breasts and thrusting out her large chest to receive the lashes
. The iron rod in her anus and the rattan canes on her chest quickly caused her to faint, her entire body drooping limply.
With her thighs bound, she could only bend over, her long hair hanging to the ground… As dawn broke, at the edge of the plain,
it suddenly seemed to rise a little higher. Seeing this, Leather's eyes widened slightly.
Orcs! The entire plain was filled with orcs! Leather couldn't believe his eyes. Looking towards the sea of trees directly opposite the white rose
, all he saw were orcs. In the distance, the green plain seemed to rise a little higher, and only orcs…
"Humans are the ones with green skin." Leather's throat was dry. His right hand gripped the hilt of his sword. His mouth was parched, and he quickly pulled
over a scout.
"Quickly, you… no, all of you scouts. Mount your warhorses and head south." Cold sweat beaded on Leather's forehead
, and his voice trembled slightly.
"Go south. Those nineteen city-states. Tell them to send men immediately. Tell them many orcs are attacking the city.
Yes, many orcs. If they don't send reinforcements, White Rose won't be able to hold out. Remember, you must make them send troops."
The scout immediately understood the gravity of the situation, nodded, and went straight down from the city wall. On the city wall, Leather
watched the black-clad scout's retreating figure. He couldn't help but call out again.
"We must get them to send reinforcements!!!"
Leather knew that his panic might demoralize the defending soldiers, but there was nothing he could do.
If the orcs actually reached the city walls, he and his soldiers would definitely lose heart.
In the distance, the orcs marched forward in neat rows, while Cole watched
the White Rose city gleaming in the morning light. The fire of hatred in his eyes burned ever brighter. In fact, all the other
orcs felt the same way; the White Rose, this city-state, was a thorn in their hearts.
Cole's disheveled hair danced in the wind. He stared at the distant city, his eyes filled with coldness, and he
murmured to himself,
"No matter what, White Rose, we must pull out this dagger." He silently added to himself.
"That blade is too close to the orc's neck..."
Heavy footsteps echoed around Cole, reverberating across the plain. On the other side of the plain,
atop the walls of White Rose, soldiers gripped their weapons.
The orcs marched swiftly, the walls of White Rose appearing ever higher to them, but this did nothing
to stop them. Their green faces were contorted with rage, their eyes burning with bloodlust as they stared at
the shield wall formed by the shields atop the walls. The steel-clad shield wall blocked their view, but years of hatred
kept their eyes firmly fixed on the proud figure atop White Rose.
At this moment, Leather's breathing became heavy. His eyes were fixed on the orcs below the city walls, their orderly formations stretching for thousands of meters,
though most orcs possessed only one weapon and no armor. The sheer number of orcs
, their disciplined ranks and precise formations, made it impossible for Leather to count them. He only
knew that the city walls were filled with orc warriors, his golden hair still gleaming. His gaze was fixed on the distant crimson banner .
Unlike the White Rose, whose legions each carried a banner, the orcs carried only one
. Beneath that blood-red banner stood Cole in full armor. The two faced each other from a distance, yet both felt the killing intent emanating from the other
.
However, the orcs stopped a thousand meters away. In the sunlight, their weapons gleamed with a cold
, menacing light, their formations silent yet deadly. Cole stood at the forefront of the army, his sword lightly resting
on the ground. His deep voice rang out.
"Leiser City, do you think your White Rose can hold out against the orcish army?
" "I believe in the soldiers of White Rose!" Leiser replied, his eyes filled with unwavering resolve.
"The orcs have come out in full force, haven't they
? In other words, if we wipe you out, the orcs will be at our mercy." "That depends on whether you can hold out." Cole kicked his leg dismissively.
"White Rose, since you dare to stand here, you can certainly hold out."
"I hope you regret it before we raze this place to the ground." Cole's white teeth flashed,
but an unspeakable chill ran through him.
"Once the city falls, you know what will happen."
"White Rose, not a single tile will remain."
Raiser suppressed the anger and regret in his eyes, but his voice sounded like it was being squeezed out between clenched teeth.
"Cole, are you really going to be this ruthless
?" Cole, upon hearing this, gripped his battle sword. After a moment, he spoke.
"Is there any possibility of letting you go? Behind you, across the Lan River, lies the southern plains, the best
land. We can cultivate there, without having to raid the south every year due to famine. But all of this
requires a bloodbath to stain this city red. More importantly, isn't the hatred between the orcs and White Rose
deep enough?
" Cole raised his battle sword high, its sharp blade gleaming in the sunlight.
"You're right about me coming here today. Behind me are all the orcs
. Since we're here, there are only two outcomes: the city falls and we slaughter them, or the orcs will be at your mercy from now on."
The madness in Cole's eyes mirrored the madness of the orcs behind him. Cole's roar echoed throughout the city
.
"This is a gamble. If we win, the orcs have the right to stay on the southern plains. If we lose, the orcs
can only say they did their best. They won't regret it either, because our charge was for a better future."
Leather stood on the city wall, listening to Cole's roar, a cold smile on his face.
"I don't care about your gamble. I only know that if it's hatred, then let's fight."
Cole looked up at the silver figure, at the tightly closed gates of the White Rose City. His eyes were bloodshot,
filled with mockery, and his rugged face slowly darkened in the sunlight.
"Charge!
" Behind Cole, three ranks of soldiers slowly advanced, their pace not fast, but the heavy wooden shields they carried
could deflect arrows from above. When the shields were linked together, they formed a massive wooden bridge that
could be laid across the moat. Their slow advance was imposing, and the archers on the city walls
drew their bows, aiming down at the city, awaiting Leather's command. Leather
, observing the orcs' orderly ranks and the shields raised high, began to give the order, a seasoned warrior.
"Archers, aim lower! Ignore the orcs, aim for the moat!"
Meanwhile, the orc captain, seeing they were within range of the arrows, gave the order
. All the orcs scattered, shields in hand, and charged forward at top speed. But why was there no sound of arrows piercing the air
? The orc captain's poor brain simply couldn't grasp this, and he continued charging forward, dumbfounded.
Reaching the moat, before the shields could even be joined together, a dense swarm of arrows rained down from the sky like locusts
. The strong bowstrings snapped crisply, and orcs without shields fell to the ground, arrows lodged in their bodies. But there were
many more orcs, now holding their shields. The heavy, massive shields could easily protect two or three people;
one person could hold the shield while others joined them together, forming a makeshift bridge.
Within the White Rose castle tower, barely audible incantations echoed, followed by fireballs and wind blades
shooting from the tower's windows. The fireballs struck the shields precisely, causing explosive bursts that ignited the wooden shields
... Both Leather and Cole knew that the war had only just begun.
Night was approaching, the city walls were brightly lit, but the battle continued. The archers' hands trembled slightly,
yet they still diligently aimed at the orcs below. There were many orcs below
; any arrow could easily hit its mark, but after a day of continuous drawing of their bows, the archers' arms were weak. The orcs, on the other hand, were even more frenzied; green
corpses piled up beneath the walls, and the moat had turned red. But the most tormented were
the shield bearers standing guard at the city walls .
During the day's fierce fighting and frenzy, orcs repeatedly scaled the walls, and the shield bearers faced their onslaught head-on, using their shields to encircle and trap them. After a day of intense battle, even the steel tower shields were warped.
The shield bearers, supporting themselves with their shields, endured the orcs' naturally strong physiques, their battle axes and heavy hammers
. Each swing carried immense force, and one shield bearer fell from the walls, only to be immediately replaced by another
. Their spears were stained with blood, indistinguishable from sweat.
Even at night, the orcs' madness remained unchanged. However, upon careful consideration, Leiser realized that his side
had already suffered heavy losses—nearly 15,000 shield soldiers. But the orc corpses below the city were far more numerous, beyond his ability to count
. The moat was completely useless, filled with orc corpses. The city gates were
slightly loosened from the orcs' attacks, so the legion at the gate couldn't move.
The black-armored knights couldn't charge recklessly either. Although Leiser knew that the cavalry had waited along the Lan River
for an entire day, seeing the endless orcs in the darkness, the black-armored knights were completely unable to charge. If they did,
they wouldn't be able to move at all. The mages were exhausted, and the alchemists were working diligently in the darkness to repair the soldiers
' weapons and armor. One by one, the wounded soldiers were carried away, but the vast majority succumbed to their injuries.
Tears welled in Reiser's eyes, but he knew the city was groaning,
the blood seemingly bathing White Rose, turning it into a blood-stained city.
The pale moonlight shone on White Rose's city, fireflies flickering in the darkness like weak lights.
Reiser sat behind the city wall, his back against its cold surface, looking at the young swordsman standing beside him. He sighed.
"White Rose, built ninety-two years ago, facing the northern horizon, backed by the Lan River, bordered by the Sea of Trees to the west, sealing off the orcs—that
is the meaning of this city. It has fulfilled this duty here for ninety-two years. I once thought it would
stand here for a thousand years, ten thousand years, the banner of White Rose forever flying in the wind. But I never imagined it would
crumble so quickly." Reiser's voice echoed through the city walls.
"I don't think I was wrong, but I'm sorry to you all. I'm afraid this city will perish with us."
The Lan River continued to announce its existence with the sound of flowing water, but the knights, silently mounted on their warhorses,
watched the city lights even in the dead of night. They waited for the lights to flash, for that would be the moment they charged
. An eerie silence hung in the air. They didn't know why the signal was delayed.
They rested here, maintaining their peak condition, and then, on their warhorses, they would charge along the main road
. Along the roadside, young men and women would cheer, and the old would feel gratified. When they returned in triumph, war songs would resound throughout the city.
Accompanied by the sound of their hooves, the three-day celebration would begin. The city would stand on its high platform, watching their triumphant
return .
"Which legion do you think is the best?" Leiser asked, taking a bite of the steamed bun in his hand.
"...The Thorn Shield Wall, or the First Archers." The boy's voice was a little hoarse. The Thorn Shield Wall was
a legion of shield-bearers; only the strong and skilled could enter. But now
, the Thorn Shield Wall stood silently below the city walls, its steel shields gleaming coldly in the night. The archers of the First Archers were, at this
moment, resting on the city walls without any regard for appearances.
Leather was surprised by this answer. He couldn't help but ask,
"Don't you want to join the Black Armor Knights
?" "Black Armor? We all call them Black Dogs," the boy chuckled.
"They are strong, but they don't participate in the most costly siege battles. Instead, they
rush at the enemy like dogs gnawing on bones at the end, reaping the greatest credit. What good is their fighting strength here
? They're practically useless. They just stay by the Lan River and run along the main road..."
Raiser fell into a strange silence. He hadn't imagined that the steel knights he had personally forged would be seen this way by the soldiers
. Before, he would have laughed it off; they were knights, how could they defend a city
? But now, watching the soldiers come and go on the city walls, carrying corpses, he saw how they had
stood full of vigor on the walls during the day, guarding the city. Now they were cold corpses. But
the shields still standing on the walls—one shieldbearer died, another took his shield, and so it went, one shieldbearer after another
... Pushing the orcs off the city walls, arrows wounded them, preventing them from climbing back up.
Spears pierced them, and in the flashing blades, it was either themselves or the enemy who died. They were the true defenders of the city.
As for the black-armored knights, it seemed that was indeed the case; they just needed to run along the main road by the Lan River…
Inside the room, the man, unusually dressed in crimson armor, held a short sword, brandished it a few times, and
then tossed it aside. The beautiful women in the room remained expressionless on his handsome face.
"You may leave," he said, his crimson armor gleaming. He was clad in heavy armor, a cold helmet on his head, though
his mask remained on.
"Prince, why?" one of the women asked.
Renault turned around, his tall figure strikingly prominent in the room.
"Why? Because I am a prince. This city is mine."
With each footstep, Renault's figure receded into the distance. His crimson cloak billowed in the wind, and in his hand
, a tower shield appeared. The shield, covered in sharp barbs, was a massive iron block, yet it felt
as light as a book in his hands. Behind him, a greatsword rested at his waist.
The dull sound of footsteps broke the silence of White Rose. The soldiers in the city stared in astonishment at the
man in red armor. Even though he looked exactly like him, the soldiers couldn't believe this was their prince. Only
a few veterans in the city, seeing his figure, couldn't help but have tears welling up in their eyes.
Renault walked up to his father, looking down at him. After a while, he sneered,
"You look quite rare."
Reiser looked at his child, his sneer still the same as before, exuding a fierce
and murderous aura. He couldn't help but whisper,
"Excuse me, son, what you said makes me want to slam you to your death on a woman's belly."
Renault curled his lip, looking at the piles of orc corpses below the city. Although he was horrified, he still gave Reiser
a word.
"Not bad with words, but if you think you can talk the other side off, I wouldn't mind kicking you
off the wall. Even if it gets my feet dirty."
On the city wall, Renault walked to the side, staring at the orc camp outside. On the other side, Leather's face
showed a slight smile, a strange warmth welling up in his heart.
The night wind howled past, and dawn broke again in the blink of an eye. Renault, shield in hand, stood firmly planted
on the city wall. One by one, green orcs were slammed off the wall by his shield; the high wall ensured their falls would
result in broken bones. The shield bearers on the flanks, seemingly inspired by Renault, held their ground with extraordinary tenacity.
On the city walls, the white rose banner fluttered in the wind, and the roars of warriors echoed across the towering walls.
Despite being exhausted from five days of continuous fighting, they had managed to suppress the orcs surging down like a tide
. Below the high walls, the corpses of green orcs rotted and stank under the scorching sun, the stench assaulting both sides
, but to no avail. The city gates had been breached, and Leather, leading his shield-armored legion, was firmly blocking
them. Above was the battlefield, but below the city walls lay a scene of carnage
. Spearmen mechanically wielded their spears, facing a formidable shield wall of armored soldiers. This continuous shield wall confronted
the green torrent pouring from the city gates. The orcs crammed the gates, each wave of impact piercing through the massive steel shields,
the powerful force striking the shield-bearers' bodies, many drawing crimson blood from their mouths. Yet
, they remained behind the shields, using their bodies to brace them. The shields' bases were wedged in cracks in the stone bricks, their bodies pressed directly against the shields.
Even when the shields were deformed, they did not retreat an inch. As one shield was about to break, another intact
shield would be passed up, a perfect match, firmly protecting the spearmen and archers behind them.
Leather had never imagined just how terrifying this legion, known as the Thorn Shield Wall, truly was.
This resilience, however, stood like an even stronger fortress at the city gate. The frenzied orcs
charged without restraint, but wave after wave of force was blocked, even though their own casualties were heavy. These
shield-bearers, the most inconspicuous figures on the battlefield, were the strongest walls.
More and more enemies surged up the city walls. There was no way around it; the orcs' green skin,
though vulnerable under Renault's shield, was endless. One by one, shield-bearers were dragged off the walls.
Gradually, fewer and fewer humans remained on the walls.
Renault's crimson armor was covered in wounds. He simply put down his shield, gripped his greatsword, and stood
in the center of the city walls, looking at the hatred in the eyes of the orcs. The continuous fighting had left him exhausted. Panting heavily
, his face slightly pale, he looked at the orcs.
"Excuse me, where did your greenskins come from? Did your dad just play with leaves and grass when he was bored, or did your mother
... masturbate with leaves? Oh my god, I'm just asking."
The orc's roar, enraged by Renault's verbal barrage, echoed throughout the city. Renault's sword danced, each strike
taking a life. But he was exhausted; the sword, usually so light, felt unusually heavy
. He leaned against the flagpole. His tall figure slid down the flagpole, settling down beneath it, his back against the pole to
avoid collapsing. He dazedly looked up.
The sky was azure, the white flag stained with blood, a glaring red. But at least,
it was still floating in the air. It reminded him of when his father pointed at the flag and said...
"As long as the flag flies, the White Rose will never fall."
Thinking of those words, Renault's smile was bitter.
"But it still fell, didn't it
?" The flag fluttered in the wind, but the crimson figure leaned quietly against the flagpole.
The despair in his eyes was undeniable, even in the face of death.
The orcs still wanted to charge forward. As they were dismembering Renault's body, Cole's voice rang out.
"Enter the city.
" The orcs descended from the city walls, soon leaving only Cole.
Cole looked at Renault's corpse, leaning against the flagpole, the sunlight gently falling on his cold armor.
Cole bent down, then raised his sword. He turned and left.
The flag, now free of its rope, slowly drifted down, draping Renault over the city steps, Cole's voice
echoing softly.
"True warriors deserve respect."
Leiser watched the green torrent descending from the city walls, two streams of tears sliding down his dust-covered face.
A roar filled with anguish erupted from his lips.
Although he had long considered this outcome, facing it in person was still unbearably painful. The orcs
descending meant the deaths of his children. Seeing the orcs multiplying, Leiser threw
a golden sphere. The sphere exploded in mid-air, sending up a plume of crimson smoke.
Seeing this smoke, on the distant banks of the Lan River, the knights, who had long endured, spurred their warhorses,
lances tucked under their arms, transforming into a steel torrent, charging forward.
Beneath the city walls, Leather frantically swung his longsword, his golden hair stained with blood, charging alone into the ranks of the orcs
. The soldiers forming the shield wall in front of him also drew their swords, hacking and slashing at the orcs around them
. A fierce battle ensued; in close combat, the orcs' strong bodies gave them a natural advantage.
Although the soldiers were difficult to defeat, they could hold out for a while.
The black-armored knight moved swiftly, the thunderous sound of his hooves echoing throughout White Rose, the ground
trembling slightly beneath his iron hooves. He charged straight towards the city gate along the straight road, but the silver figure inside
made them pause for a moment.
Leather's angry roar rang out.
"Charge!
" The leading knight took a deep breath. With lances raised again, a torrent of steel surged forward, crashing
into the orcs. The powerful impact sent orcs flying one after another, and the first rank of knights scattered to the sides.
Then the second rank of knights, lances raised high, charged fiercely into the orc horde… But the city was ultimately too narrow
, and there were too many orcs. One knight after another fell, while orcs from outside swarmed in. The desperate knights repeatedly
hacked and slashed at the orcs, but to no avail; for every one they killed, a second and a third would appear.
Cole looked at the silver-armored figure lying on the ground, sent flying by the force of the warhorse's charge, and couldn't help but sigh.
White Rose had finally fallen. Green orcs stormed into people's homes, slaughtering them indiscriminately. By midnight
, White Rose had become Blood Rose. Fortunately, the vast majority of White Rose's inhabitants had already migrated south.
Under the cover of night, the White Rose Temple was brightly lit, but only green orcs were frantically
raping the women of the city. The screams of women echoed throughout the city.
At the city gate, the pale moonlight spilled onto the ground, accompanied by swirling black mist. A large black gate opened, and
intense despair and death surged forth. With the movement of the black mist, the Lan River also rippled, fear and death howling,
playing the chapter of the night.
After a long while, a tall warrior in silver armor emerged. His once golden hair was now dull and lifeless
, his face gaunt, his eyes dark and hollow, yet burning with a ghostly blue flame. He let out
a defiant roar, and behind him, warhorses and black-armored knights emerged from the gate. Although
he wore armor and a mask, his dark eye sockets and blue flames were identical to those of the silver-clad warrior
. People continued to emerge from the black gates—spearmen, archers, swordsmen, mages, and shield
bearers wielding bone shields. Until the black gates closed, the silver figure searched among the undead,
removing the masks of knights one by one, but he never found the crimson figure.
"Roar!" the undead Leiser roared in frustration. He staggered up the city wall.
On the city wall, the moonlight was bright, making the already white banner even more beautiful, but Leiser simply tossed aside
the banner he had cherished in life. Beneath the banner, the crimson-armored figure sat quietly beside the flagpole,
the moonlight illuminating his pale face. His golden hair shimmered in the moonlight, but his blue eyes
held no light.
Reiser's withered hand gently stroked his cheek, the fire of his soul flickering in his eyes. Finally,
he gently laid him flat on the ground. He grabbed the Rose Banner stained with Renault's blood and leaped off the city wall.
The resounding thud of hooves echoed through the white roses, the roars of the undead, and the
slicing of orcs' throats by sharp blades. The warhorses didn't neigh, but their hooves proclaimed victory.
The knights charged relentlessly, taking the lives of orcs, yet the wounds inflicted by the orcs healed
without a trace of blood; instead, a flash of black mist, and they were gone. Leather rode his warhorse, simply raising a
black lance high. At the top of the lance, a white rose banner fluttered in the night wind. His
horse galloped on, the white rose banner waving through the city streets… The orcs fled in terror, while the undead warriors
pursued them, automatically arriving at the White Rose… The morning sun shone on the withered faces of the undead, and
in the wind, the scarlet banner rose against the sunlight.
From that time on, the White Rose never fell. Whenever the enemy attacked, a group of undead knights would charge along
the main road towards the city gate. They were immortal, indestructible, forever guarding the White Rose.
[To be continued]

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