His soldiers were busy, and Garan was especially so.
After more than an hour of battle, only a few hundred had managed to enter, which was not small in Alterran standards, as seen by their bitterness of the damage this far, but it was amazing considering how outnumbered and out-leveled they were.
Anyway, in most areas, it didn't seem like the enemies had a chance of going past at all anymore, especially the areas guarded by the City Monsters—a.k.a. The Golds and Gregor.
There were also a lot of their stronger Prisoners of War (the legitimate slaves) to help out, though not quite as meat shields.
Their instructions were just to control or take down enemies, but also to protect themselves and their teammates, which was much kinder than others.
They had hundreds of prisoners and they arranged them in teams so they could cooperate well, which these people might not have been caught doing alive if they had their own free will.
If the war wasn't so dire, the Alterrans would've made a show of how one grumpy prisoner would make a sour face when he was ordered to save someone he was famously enemies with. freeweɓnøvel.com
Anyway, this freed up a lot of guards to head to the sectors being targeted by enemy elites.
At this time, a lot of fights had extended outside the wall, though within the scope of the sentries, and only if the team had ample backing and strength. After all, the powerful elementalists couldn't go all out in the narrow battlement, and especially not within the territory.
If they had stayed, the chances of hitting their own people were too high. Unlike the enemies who wouldn't necessarily care if this happened, Alterrans did, so a lot of them had to get down and fight openly on ground level.
In Garan's location, he was on the ground with other soldiers like Gill and Eagle backing him up. They had been successfully holding back Killic's team of elites, who were growing impatient with the progress.
Among the several tens of thousands who went through the array, the majority were legitimate citizens. To win, how many had to be inside the territory?! Tens of thousands! They needed tens of thousands inside to even have a chance of winning!
Even when the other places managed to get a few hundred inside after a few hours, they hadn't been able to do much after that!
Killic glared at Garan, who had been their biggest obstacle in the area. It had been a while since they had encountered him, and until now he was still annoying.
For the most part, the Alterrans were placed not too far from each other, helping each other out, teaming against an enemy who could only do so much against them.
Except for this guy, who created his own zone. He seemed to work best when he could attack in all directions with less concern for his surroundings.
Despite this, the man's control of his element was exemplary. Several ice blades half the size of a person floated around him, ready to strike, and it would as soon as someone passed a certain line.
One could also see a thin piece of metal inside it, increasing its durability, so even if their people managed to destroy the ice itself using skills, there was still the sharp metal inside that would cause no less damage.
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