The Hero in Exile

"Is there really no way out?" Bronzebeard's tone was tinged with sadness.

"If the priest were here, there might still be a chance, but my ability is limited and there is no chance. Marshal Dale's internal organs have been mostly damaged and he is still alive now because of his own willpower."

"Ahem, ahem, is there anyone over there?"

Hearing Dale's movement in the tent, Bronzebeard quickly went in to check the situation, and the believers beside him followed him in.

Dale originally wanted to sit up by himself, but the weakness in his muscles and the pain that his whole body sent every time he moved made him finally lean on the bed with the support of Bronzebeard.

"Which king is this?"

"Don't use honorifics at a time like this, old buddy. We grew up together in the same courtyard. I'd be angry if I distanced myself from you." Bronzebeard tried his best to use a serious tone, but the sadness in his heart still lowered his tone. "We noticed something happened at your north gate and rushed to support you. This is our base in the city center. How do you feel, buddy?"

"is acceptable."

After hearing this, his frown relaxed and he turned around to see the believer at the door.

The other person shook his head seriously, mouthed a final message to Bronzebeard, and left.

"A flash of light."

"What is the current situation of Bronzebeard?"

"Just take good care of your injuries. I will take care of these things."

Seeing that Bronzebeard still didn't want to say anything, Dale used all his strength to grab Bronzebeard's hand.

Bronzebeard was startled. Dale's hands were dry and rough, and pale due to excessive blood loss, but he burst out with strength as if he was still healthy. When he met Dale's scorching eyes, Bronzebeard finally relented.

"The situation is not optimistic. After the North Gate was breached, they gathered a large number of troops to launch a pincer attack on the East Gate and the West Gate. We have lost a lot of land. We are currently trying our best to defend every street, but it is like a meat grinder. The casualties there are heavy. Our soldiers are bleeding and sacrificing every day."

"Ah."

"What are you laughing at?" Bronzebeard looked at Dale, who was forcing a bitter smile, with a little confusion.

"I just remembered the last time you showed this expression. At that time, you took your mother's favorite gold jewelry that you asked me to steal and said you could melt it down to make a work of art. But you spent a whole day tinkering with it and made something that looked like a pile of shit. When you were discovered, you stood against the wall and got scolded, and my dad took you home and beat my ass."

"Haha, those are all old stories. I was ignorant back then." There were so many bad news recently that it was hard for Bronzebeard to laugh again. He just laughed twice to match Dale's laughter.

"We can try to abandon the city area, otherwise the loss to us will be too great. We can retreat to the castle and our weapons will be able to support the arrival of Duke Brunson."

Bronzebeard actually didn't want Dale to care about these trivial matters anymore, even if there was still a chance to survive, but under Dale's strong request, he told him the current situation. After explaining everything, Dale breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed on the bed.

"I told you to have a good rest. Look how weak you feel just lying down. How could you be so stupid to just stand there and fight? Now you feel better." Bronzebeard didn't speak directly to Dale, but there was a hint of sadness in his tone.

During the conversation, I noticed that Dell's skin was pale and cold, his heartbeat was rapid, his eyes were blurry while he was talking, and even his words were intermittent.

"I am the marshal and this is my responsibility. I cannot let those brothers die in vain. You are the king, so don't show your expression to others. You should lead them."

Dale's tone suddenly became much smoother, and Bronzebeard nodded in agreement with what he said. The gloom on his face also dissipated, replaced by the calmness and deterrence of a king.

"I see strength and glory in you again. Promise me that you will bring victory and peace to this land once again."

"I promise you, brother. I swear I will make those monsters feel the flames of our revenge until they are gone."

"Well, then I'm relieved."

Marshal Dale was killed in the battle.

The news quickly spread throughout the army. Some people were depressed and felt desperate, and those who had lost their positions were also panicked when faced with the sudden news.

However, after learning the news, Bronzebeard quickly integrated his troops, and just as he promised, everything quickly became well organized.

"It's a pity that Dale died. If he were still alive, I think things would be much simpler."

"I didn't expect you to give such a good evaluation. I thought you were the kind of person who would never show a good face to anyone except the demons and orcs."

Moran and Lingyu, who were also in the base, also learned the news of Dale's sacrifice. Bronzebeard had also looked for Lingyu but it was of no use after treatment. Only if he recovered his strength could he be saved.

"I don't judge people by their race. Dale is a true warrior and a hero. His death will only help everyone regain their fighting spirit. Although dwarves like to brag about their own petty gains, they also have their own hopeless loyalty and courage."