Cat Princess and Human Knight

Chapter 61 The Frostfang Clan Under Surprise Attack

The cats at Eagle's Beak Pass were eager to fight, vowing to march south and challenge the nomadic cat pack.

At this time, the rocky hills were already full of spring, and troops from all sides were being mobilized, with a major battle about to break out.

In the central part of the boundless plateau, the chill of the frozen soil and snowfields has not yet dissipated, and in some places there is still a thick layer of snow, where one can sink up to one's knees when stepping on it.

At dawn in Frostfire Ridge, in the low valley, Durotan lifted the tent flap and walked out with a solemn expression.

The blind shaman Drek'Thar stepped forward, about to say something, but Durotan stopped him by raising his hand and saying...

"I'll go check on the situation first."

The short-tailed pack deer on the outskirts were so thin that you could feel their spines; having endured the winter, they had long since exhausted all the fat stored in their bodies.

But as a barrier for the clan, they still had to stand outside, protecting the old, weak, sick, and disabled from the wind.

The old cat, who gets up early, is struggling to break the ice. The few iron pots it has are its treasures. Even if a corner is chipped, it is reluctant to throw them away. Without them, it cannot boil water or cook food.

The kittens obediently picked up the ice cubes that the old cat had smashed and ran to throw them into the pot.

The firewood, frozen overnight, was damp and produced a lot of smoke, making it difficult to light. The kitchen cat, responsible for starting the fire, blew on it for a long time, his face blackened by soot, which drew unrestrained laughter from the kittens.

As the kitchen cat grumbled and sweared, the water in the first pot finally boiled, and the kittens happily held their bowls, already lined up in a row.

The female cats were packing up the tent, while the male cats stood guard on the perimeter, occasionally glancing back at their wives and kittens.

Thank you, Mother Earth, today is another new day, and my family is still alive and well.

Durotan ran his paw pads over the short-tailed deer's back, the spine clattering in his hands. He patted the deer's cheek and said.

"You've worked hard, old buddy."

"Drektar, my advisor, how far are we from the agreed location?"

"Dreiktar said in a deep voice."

"If the location is correct, it should be in the canyon cave three kilometers ahead."

But I'm a little worried, Durotan.

We've already gone far enough to escape the pursuit of other clans, but going back now will not only consume three to five more days' worth of food, but are you sure there's really any food there?"

Durotan nodded and said.

"I believe in him, I believe in our human friends."

Drektal exhaled, the warm breath turning into mist in the cold air, and pointed to the outside world.

"Then let's set off when the morning mist dissipates, taking enough cat paws and reindeer to retrieve the food."

We are already two days late; hopefully, the food is still there.

Durotan laughed.

Don't worry, everything will be alright.

Just as the two cats were talking, a weak short-tailed reindeer in the distance suddenly collapsed to the ground. Several Frostfang Cat warriors were drawn to it, and daggers were already plunged into their kidneys from behind.

"Enemy attack!"

The sentry sounded the warning horn, but after only one blast, he was riddled with arrows.

The sentries on both sides of the cliff were wiped out in an instant, and the enemy cat with a bow and arrow looked down and kept shooting arrows.

Durotan, who was discussing matters, looked up at the direction from which the horn was sounding, his gaze cold and stern.

A pack of clan cats emerged from the morning fog, leaping over the dead reindeer and storming the camp.

Durotan roared at Drek'Thar.

"Take all the mother cats and their kittens to the cave at the back! Quickly!"

Drektal nodded, turned and walked away, moving faster than a blind old cat.

Durotan picked up his battle axe, charged towards the breach, slashed down an enemy cat, and shouted.

"Frostfang warriors! Rally to me! Drive them out!"

The leader of the enemy cats heard Durotan's voice and looked at him with a sinister smile.

"Gah gah gah, Durotan, the Warchief asked me to give you his regards!"

Durotan felt a chill run down his spine when he saw the other person's face clearly.

"Bone-Eating Clan, you cat-eating beasts!"

"I'll suck your brains dry! I promise! Durotan!"

This was clearly a well-prepared surprise attack. Enemy cats swarmed in from all directions, and archers occupying high ground unleashed a barrage of arrows, turning the Frostfang cats who were defending the area into pincushions, preventing the Frostfang Clan from forming a united front.

As the short-tailed deer fell dead one by one, more and more enemy cats poured in through the ever-widening gap, with the lead enemy cat snarling.

"I want to taste the Frosttooth kitten; a six-month-old kitten is the most delicious!"

Durotan's eyes turned red. Just as the Frostfang Warriors were trapped in a desperate situation of fighting alone and about to be surrounded and devoured, they heard the sound of giant beasts galloping behind them.

The enemy cat in front of Durotan was bitten by the huge snow leopard and thrown away, with Drek'Thar sitting on its back.

Frostfang's unique mount, a group of snow cats charged out, breaking up the enemy cats' formation, and came to their master's side.

Drek'Thar dismounted from his leopard and roared at Durotan.

"We've been ambushed! Retreat back to the cave!"

Durotan slashed down an enemy cat, then mounted his snow leopard rider and roared.

"No! We must drive them out! If we retreat into the cave, we'll just get trapped and starve to death!"

Warriors of Frostfang, gather around me!

The Frostfang warriors, riding lynxes, gathered around Durotan. Drek'Thar gritted his teeth, cut his palm, and plunged the clan totem on his back into the ground.

"May Mother Earth bless you! Fight for your mother cat and your children, my children!"

A yellowish-brown light surged up from the ground, and the Frostfang cat warriors felt incredibly strong. Forming a cat rider formation, they charged forward, instantly reversing the situation and almost crushing the enemy cats.

The Bone Eater's leader cat was so angry that he howled and took out a black prism from his pocket and smashed it hard on the ground.

A flash of black light appeared, and all the enemy cats' skin glowed green, their eyes turned bloodshot, and the pain of muscle spasms made them roar loudly, their enlarged muscles tearing through their clothes.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The enemy cats, their eyes bloodshot, lost all sense of fear. Overjoyed, they actually stood in front of the Frostfang Knight, using their flesh and blood to block the impact.

The Frostfang Knights were pulled off the cats' backs and torn to pieces; they even bit and ripped at the Frostcats, behaving more like wild beasts than actual animals.

Ignoring the fact that their paws were already bleeding, the enemy cat archers on the cliff increased their firing rate, and one Frostfang Cat Warrior after another fell to the ground.

"No!"

Durotan fought valiantly, but his efforts alone were clearly insufficient to reverse the tide of the battle.

With the power of the Dark God, the Bone Eater Clan became as ferocious as wild beasts, a force that no normal cat could possibly contend with.

Just when the situation was becoming increasingly precarious, the rain of arrows overhead suddenly lessened.

Durotan looked up and saw the enemy cat archers on the cliff being shot down one by one, and there seemed to be something behind them.

The thick fog of early morning had not yet dissipated, and the distant cliffs were shrouded in white mist.

A massive snow leopard, carrying a cat rider, emerged from the mist, its banner fluttering behind it bearing the emblem of a crouching two-headed owl atop an ice-cracked cross.

One, two... ten, twenty... The snow leopard riders appeared and used their composite bows to call out names one by one, shooting down all the enemy cat archers on the cliff.

The enraged enemy cats seemed to sense something, and their leader looked up and roared at the snow leopard riders on the cliff.

Durotan recognized the lead snow leopard rider as a spotted tabby Norwegian forest cat and shouted.

"Racine!"

Rasin placed the composite bow back on the saddle and drew his sashka saber, pointing it straight ahead.

"Where the ice blades point, the frost sings its song!"

The snow leopard riders behind him also put down their composite bows and drew their sabers.

"Hurrah!"