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.

me, and what good has it done you? Have you

as he crawled 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

the city. We’ve been trapped here for half a month, and news

happened? No wonder they surrounded the city without attacking–they were waiting for General Murray to

too late to say anything. A victor is a king, and the defeated are just men waiting for death. What’s there

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

Yuvan. “It’s you and Eleanor! You pulled me into this! I never wanted to

echoing through the prison were Harvey’s cries and

capital to Ebonflow, the Capital Army had taken control of the relay stations. Along the way, skilled men intercepted the carrier pigeons. Only one carrier pigeon

sent out a pigeon with a small white ribbon

for him, the carrier pigeon didn’t get far before it

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the fifth of July, a

ground, which flowed together to form a faintly red stream. Clifford’s army didn’t have time to tend to the