Survival Queen of the Frozen Wastes novel Chapter 347

Chapter 347 The Final Stand at Camp Altar

Chapter 347 The Final Stand at Camp Altar

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Bruce’s violet heavy armor was crisscrossed with blade gashes and scorch marks from magic fire. His tower shield was half shattered, and he leaned against a broken wall, gasping for breath

An ice arrow had pierced straight through Fly’s arm, He’d snapped off both ends and wrapped the wound loosely with cloth, yet fresh blood still seeped through the fabric nonstop.

The remaining survivors gathered around NorthWind, falling back to the edge of the square beside the camp’s bonfire.

Though they’d fought tooth and nail and dealt heavy losses to WarWolf’s vanguard, over 100 elite core members of WarWolf still stood in full formation in the distance. The Siege Breaker Tank might be trapped outside, but WarWolf’s mage regiment had already assembled on the perimeter, tallying casualties and preparing for a second wave of assault.

A thick haze of despair settled over the small encampment.

Leaning against a thick wooden pillar, NorthWind’s longsword bore a bent, jagged edge. He stared down at the stained blood on the ground, then lifted his gaze to the last dozen guild members circled around him.

“I’ve run out of oil barrels. I sent the rest back to the guild vault,” Fly said with a bitter smile. “Hope the others make it out alive.” “I’m still fit to fight,” Bruce grunted, heaving himself upright behind his broken shield, his frame still steady and unyielding.

“Hanna! You still with us?” a dust-streaked young man called out.

He shouted several times before a reply drifted from a nearby corner.

“I’m here, quit yelling like I’m already gone.”

Curled up in the corner of the Bonfire Altar sat a curly-haired woman; three repeating crossbows and a pile of arrow shafts lay beside her.

She looked relaxed, as if merely resting, yet the brutal gash across her leg made it clear she could no longer stand.

“Hanna… what happened to your leg?”

“Just a little scratch, nothing serious.”

“What about Damian and the others?”

“They went to reinforce the neighboring camp. They’re safe over there, no need to wony.”

“Thank God. I thought he was already dead.”

NorthWind gritted his teeth, raw sorrow flashing in his eyes.

Enough.

They’d given more than enough. With blood and courage, they’d proven the unbreakable spirit of the icefield Drifters Alliance. He wouldn’t let them throw their lives away for nothing.

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Chapter 347 The Final Stand at Camp Altar

*Bruce, Fly, lead everyone to the portal and leave, NorthWird said slowly, bis tone unnervingly calm

“NorthWind?!” Bruce spun around, staring at him in disbelief

“That’s an order!” NorthWind’s voice sharpened abruptly, bloodshot eyes blazing as he geared toward the portal behind him “Our defense is broken. If we hold our ground any longer, it’ll be nothing but a ons sided slaughter G6 how, all of you

“What about you?” Fly shouted hoarsely.

“I’m staying here,” NorthWind replied with a bleak laugh. As the camp owner, his bonfire was bound to this place. Once Wartort seized and destroyed the bonfire completely, the only thing waiting for him was death..

Bruce locked eyes with NorthWind, şilent and unmoving. None of the group took a single step toward the portal, their feet rostad firmly to the snow.

“Move! What are you all standing around for?!” NorthWind rushed forward, trying to posh Bruce toward the portal But right then, his gaze drifted past the crumbled camp walls almost unconsciously, toward the great rift on the left.

Faint glimmers of Frost Spike Barricades and Magic-Pattern Tower Shields shimmered in the distance.

That was where Riley was pinned down, surrounded by more than 30 enemies of her own.

Conflict raged inside NorthWind’s mind.

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