Her Majestic Battle Cry

Chapter 1370

It wasn’t until that moment that Yuvan fully realized the extent of his defe

His lips trembled, and his legs gave way as he collapsed to the ground. Panic and fear surged within him. He thought of the tragic fates of past traitors who tried to rebel, and was struck with a deep, bone–chilling coldness.

He had considered the consequences of failure before, but he always thought that if he failed, he would just face death bravely. At worst, he would end his own life to avoid further suffering

But now, locked in a cold, iron–barred cell with no weapons in hand, he realized how grim things had become. The walls were strong, but he might not die right away even if he charged headfirst into them.

There were guards outside the cell. If he didn’t die, he might suffer even more than this.

However, it wasn’t the fear of torture that pierced Yuvan the most–it was his unwillingness to accept this fate.

How had it come to this? Even in defeat, he should’ve had a group of loyal men to stand by him. He had a group of men with him now, but it was clear none of them shared the same purpose. They weren’t united in heart, and that realization dug into him like a knife.

His gaze turned to the two men beside him. His voice trembled, though it carried an edge of bitter laughter.

what good has it done you? Have you found

toward Wayne. Desperation flooded his voice as he gripped Wayne’s sleeve. “What’s happening outside? Will anyone come to save us? Please -tell me! I’d rather know the

voice, rough and hollow, carried the weariness

Clifford nor Saul arrived. They might have been ambushed before reaching the city. We’ve been trapped here for half a month, and news has been slow to reach us. General Murray

No wonder they surrounded the city without attacking–they were waiting for General Murray to arrive! How did we miscalculate so badly? We should

to say anything. A victor is a king, and the defeated are just men waiting

his hands, crying in anguish. “I don’t want to die! I just want to live with

and Eleanor! You pulled me into this! I

sounds echoing through the prison were Harvey’s cries and

the relay stations. Along the way, skilled men intercepted the carrier pigeons. Only one carrier pigeon managed to reach the capital–the one with a red ribbon tied to

was forced to retreat, he sent out a pigeon with a small white ribbon tied

far before it was shot down

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of July, a

form a faintly red stream. Clifford’s army didn’t have time to tend to the fallen soldiers and fled westward, in the opposite