Through the open castle gate, a man emerged on a black horse, lance in hand, dragging it lazily by his side.

Behind him, 400 men followed, each carrying a wooden box strapped to their backs.

Howard sneered as he watched the scene unfold.

“So, you’ve finally given up. You’ve held out long enough as it is. I guess they’ve eaten everything there was to eat...”

He paused, his expression hardening as he noticed something peculiar.

“Wait… they still have horses?”

For nearly two months, Howard had laid siege to the fortress, cutting off all supplies. By now, their horses should …