Chapter 276

Listening to the pounding impacts below, the splintering of wood, and the sea of battle cries and screams, the Yronwood garrison broke into broad, delighted smiles.

One by one, they looked like slaves who had been oppressed for years and had finally turned the tables to become masters.

Their commander whooped and hollered, hopping in circles as he celebrated. Archers, arms tired from shooting, leaned out over the parapets and shouted, “Under the turtle shell—it’s all rabbits! Look how they jump!”