In a small city two days away from Wright Fortress, 50,000 Leighton Kingdom troops are stationed there. WwW.QUAbEn-XIAoShUo.CoMAfter several days of rest, the wounded soldiers have been escorted back to the Leighton Kingdom to recuperate. The damaged swords and armor have also been repaired. These battle-hardened warriors have returned to their heroic military posture.
However, King Romon was in an extremely low mood at the moment.
All the important generals sat quietly. They had already said everything they needed to say, and all they could do now was wait for Romon to make a decision. Maybe what is waiting is the old king's overwhelming anger, maybe what is waiting is Romon's awakening.
The old king's eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes as he stared at the two battle reports in front of him.
One was Rogge's report of victory, saying that he and the coalition forces had defeated the Asrofiks and were now pursuing them, so reinforcements from the rear could be slowed down.
Another battle report came from the coalition front line, saying that Rogge had colluded with the Asrofic people, refused reinforcements, and had cut off the coalition's retreat. The coalition forces have retreated to the Pancaro Valley, and there is not much food left. They ask for reinforcements from the Holy Alliance to reopen the supply line to the Leyte Fortress. At this moment, the coalition forces are not facing the Duke of Doriac, but Pompeo's Poseidon Legion and Rockefeller's Storm Mage Group. Please be careful with the reinforcements of the Holy Alliance.
The battle report of the coalition forces was urgently delivered to King Romon from the Royal City of Levi, arriving almost at the same time as Rogge's victory report.
After comparing the two battle reports, it is actually self-evident what happened on the front line.
However, Luo Meng still looked at the two battle reports over and over again. The old king's heart was in chaos. He just hoped that none of this was true.
Faced with this shocking fact, all the generals have expressed their opinions. Any general with a little bit of experience would understand that the most important thing at hand is to capture the Leite Fortress and then rescue the 50,000 coalition troops trapped in the valley. Although the combat effectiveness of Pompeo's Poseidon Legion was terrifying, it was not invincible. This could not scare the generals of the Leighton Kingdom.
But Rogge is able to have the power he has today, and can commit a throat-sealing betrayal at a critical moment. The big reason is because of the support of King Romon. The old king's support for Rogge stemmed from his love for Iclaire. Many generals in the Kingdom of Leighton who were disgusted with Rogge finally seized the opportunity and attacked Ikelel severely, strongly demanding that the old king drive her out of the palace, or execute her, or at least demote her to a slave.
The old king knew very well what it would mean if he attacked Wright Fortress.
There are thousands more elves now in Wright Fortress. These elves will definitely follow Rogge and fight to the end with the army attacking Wright Fortress!
Do we really want to take action against the elves
However, Ikelel's sad face always wavered in front of Romon's eyes, lingering.
There was dead silence.
Finally, the old king raised his head, his voice was completely hoarse, and he said with great difficulty: "You have decided! We will..."
He took a deep breath and used all his strength to yell out the last few words: "March to Wright Fortress!"
Most of the generals breathed a sigh of relief, except for Marshal Elams, who frowned slightly. Clark stood behind the marshal, and he also caught the marshal's worried expression.
At this moment, a burst of rapid footsteps came closer and closer.
The door of the conference room was suddenly pushed open. The king's personal guard ignored the generals' scolding him for being rude, rushed to King Romon, handed over an urgent message, and said hurriedly: "Your Majesty! It's from the royal city. The most urgent message!"
The old king tore open the seal, glanced at it, and his expression suddenly changed. His body immediately began to tremble involuntarily.
The old king fell into his chair and buried his face in his hands in pain.
Now every decision is so difficult and cruel for him.
And no matter which choice he makes, he will fall into hell.
Finally, Romon raised his head. In an instant, he seemed to have aged ten years.
The old king's eyes swept over the generals who had just attacked Ikelel one by one, and suddenly threw the urgent report at the generals, roaring: "Now you are satisfied! Prepare my horses! I We need to return to the royal city! From now on, the army will be commanded by Marshal Erams!"
Romon looked at Elams and said meaningfully: "We grew up together, and I believe in any decision you make."
Erams stood up, hesitated to speak, and just sighed secretly.
The old king's figure left the conference room like the wind, and the sound of horse hooves disappeared all the way in the blink of an eye. The captain of the guard then remembered that the old king had no one to protect him along the way, and hurriedly chased him out.
It was only then that the urgent report slowly fell from the sky.
There is only a very simple line of words on it: "Ikelel committed suicide by falling from the building and her life is in danger."
Marshal Erams stared at the door in a daze, and then turned around for a long time. All the generals' eyes fell on him.
Marshal Elams slowly raised his hand, then waved it down and shouted:
"March to Wright Fortress!"
The atmosphere in Wright Fortress is getting more and more tense. Under the urging of the commander, the recruits from the Principality of Are are working day and night to repair the fortifications. Nearly ten thousand soldiers were constantly digging trenches in front of the city wall, and bags of earth and rocks were transported up the city wall.
But how easy is it to reinforce a weak fortress in just a few days
Roger had been restless since early morning. The crystal plate that communicated with Ikelel suddenly shattered, causing his heart to quietly cast a shadow. He immediately ordered that all the soldiers were immediately divided into three squads and took turns to go into battle to reinforce the fortress.
One day later, Rogge's ominous premonition finally came true.
Allied scout cavalry began to appear one after another around Wright Fortress. Obviously, the Holy Alliance already knows the fact of Rogge's betrayal and is well aware of the importance of Wright Fortress. Following these scouts should be the army of the Holy Alliance.
But I don’t know if the army of Leighton Kingdom will appear in front of Wright Fortress.
According to Rogge's estimation, it will take at least five days before the coalition forces retreating in the Pancaro Valley are completely wiped out. Can he hold the fortress for five days
There are a lot of scout cavalry, and even the Dark Side of the Moon can only hunt down a small part of them, unable to stop the scout cavalry from passing back the reality of Wright Fortress.
Looking at all this, Rogge, who was standing at the top of the city, sneered. Wait until tomorrow, what will appear in front of the coalition forces will be a brand new fortress.
In the evening, the killer from the Dark Side of the Moon finally brought back a piece of news that made Rogge unable to laugh.
The army of Leighton Kingdom is marching towards Wright Fortress and is expected to arrive at Wright Fortress at dusk tomorrow. In the direction of King Levi's City, the coalition's 20,000 reserve troops are also moving towards the fortress, and are expected to arrive at the fortress earlier than the army from the Kingdom of Leyton.
The only thing that allowed Rogge to see a ray of light in the darkness was that judging from the flags, the current commander of Leighton's army was Marshal Erams, not King Romon. Things were not completely turning around.
It seems that Iclaire succeeded in bringing King Romond back to King Leyton.
She completed the mission, and although it could not completely stop Layton's army, Rogge knew that she had tried her best.
After learning that both armies were rushing towards the fortress, Rogge called over an elf guardian warrior and ordered: "Notify our engineering troops and act as planned!"
In the darkness, groups of soldiers unloaded countless square wooden boxes from the heavily covered carriages and buried them under the city wall.
Hundreds of elves came to the city wall, and they directed the Are soldiers to pour buckets of water on the place where the wooden boxes were buried. It didn't take long for countless green shoots to sprout from the ground. Under the control of the elves, these green shoots quickly grew taller and thicker, turning into vines that spread across the city wall.
The elves from the original Everlasting Tree tribe kept urging the soldiers to water more. Indeed, these vines grow too fast.
A few hours later, the vines had covered the entire city wall. The voices of the elves urging became louder. As buckets of water were poured down, the vines no longer extended to high places, but gradually thickened and entangled with each other, twisted, entangled, and filled the space between each other. gap.
As dawn approaches, the entire Wright Fortress has been put on a thick and sturdy coat.
The elves looked extremely tired, but they still persisted. Although the Arei soldiers wanted to fall down and sleep immediately, they knew that they were on a road of no return. The harder they worked now, the more hope they would have of living when the war started. So they still stared with red eyes, still moved with difficulty, dragging buckets of water from under the carriage, and then dragged it to the city wall, and poured it on the designated location.
It was already dawn, and the vines covering the city wall were already one meter thick. Under the control of the elves, they no longer become thicker, but gradually become darker in color, from light green to dark brown, and become harder and harder, until they are harder than iron stone in the end.
At dawn, a Tickton warrior took up his giant ax and chopped down at a giant vine nearly twenty centimeters in diameter. There was a loud bang, and although the ax almost cut the giant vine into two pieces, the magic-blessed battle ax also had its blade fully curled and its handle twisted. The tall Tickton warrior's face was pale, and he was obviously somewhat injured after suffering a violent shock.
The elves nodded with satisfaction. Although this level of hardness is not as good as real stone, it is enough to deal with the heavy infantry of the human race. The unique elasticity of the entwining vines provides good protection against siege equipment such as trebuchets and log-rams.
The final work begins.
Protrusions began to appear on the vines, and slowly, sharp spikes about a foot long took shape. The color of the vines began to turn into an eerie blue.
The elves began to order the Are soldiers who were watering the water to be careful not to touch these terrifying spikes. But there were still a few soldiers who were too tired, their steps were sloppy, and they fell on the vines.
Although their puncture wounds were not fatal, the soldiers quickly twitched and fell to the ground, their skin turned a strange blue-purple color, foam continued to appear from the corners of their mouths, and they died of poison in the blink of an eye.
Although the elves explain that not all spikes are poisonous, even though they all look exactly the same. But the Arei soldiers still carefully avoided these spikes. After all, even these elves don't know which thorn is poisonous.
It was only then that these soldiers discovered that there were three huge ancient elven war trees tens of meters high in the city. The crown of the ancient tree is like a natural arrow rest, enough to overlook the entire battlefield.
The most leisurely and discordant person in the busy fortress at this moment is Hughes.
He was not worried about the progress of the battle at all, and told Rogge that the Holy Alliance did not have any top strong men. Even if the war was unfavorable, at least Rogge could still run away, and at most he would just leave tens of thousands of soldiers alone. With his old man by his side, Rogge didn't have to worry about being assassinated by Holy Alliance assassins or a special elf on his way out.
Rogge didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he had no choice but to ignore Hughes and go to arrange his own defense.
As for the Death Squad, which had always been elusive, they had long since disappeared.
About noon billows of smoke began to rise from all the woods surrounding the fort. Rogge sent thousands of soldiers to set fire to the forest early in the morning.
For the convenience of movement, the coalition forces that arrived from the fire did not carry large siege equipment. At this moment, Rogge calculated his timing and lit a fire in the nearby woods. Although it could not prevent the coalition forces from finding wood to make equipment, it could always cause them some trouble. What's more, once a forest fire breaks out, it cannot be extinguished casually. When there are several fire barriers behind the coalition forces, any movement of troops will cause great inconvenience.
But after setting fire to the forest, all the elves looked very ugly.
Near dusk, 20,000 reserve troops and 50,000 Leighton troops arrived at the gates of Wright Fortress. Suddenly, all the soldiers were shocked!
This is not the Wright Fortress they remember at all!
At this moment, Wright Fortress is no longer the dilapidated and desolate scene it once was. Instead, it has turned into a giant beast covered in armor that glows with strange blue and purple light and is covered with terrifying thorns. It is looking at the coalition forces with a ferocious smile.
Marshal Erams led the generals to the front of the formation and carefully observed the brand new Wright Fortress until it was completely dark. Then he gloomily ordered to rush to build siege equipment overnight and attack the city again the day after tomorrow.
At this moment, all coalition soldiers felt very heavy.
Facing the Wright Fortress that suddenly wore thick armor and sprouted barbs, although they were still confident of breaking through it, no one knew how many corpses would be needed to open a road to the head of the fortress.
Late at night.
It was a moonless night with strong wind blowing.
Under the cover of night, a knight sneaked towards Wright Fortress.
He was still a thousand meters away from the fortress when he was shot down from his horse by several black figures that suddenly appeared. Those black figures acted very neatly, gagging the knight and binding him tightly in an instant, then carried him and ran towards the fortress quickly and without hesitation. Just looking at their delicate figures, one would never imagine that a knight carrying such a heavy weight could run at such a speed.
A moment later, the knight sat in front of Rogge.
"Lord Clark, long time no see." Rogge greeted with a smile. Although facing tens of thousands of troops under the city, Rogge could not see any nervousness on his face.
Clark observed Rogge for a while. He really couldn't believe that this fat man who he looked down on so much back then would actually be able to strangle the entire Holy Alliance by the throat in a short period of time.
"My uncle wants to see you alone. I will meet you at the foot of the fortress in half an hour."
"Marshal Erams? Isn't he afraid that I will kidnap him and cause some chaos to Layton's army?"
"Uncle said, you won't."
Rogge smiled and said, "Okay! It's almost time, let's leave the city now!"
At the foot of Wright Fortress, Erams was already waiting there with only a few of his most trusted followers. Roger only brought Androni with him. There is no strong person from the Holy Domain yet in the Holy Alliance, so no one is her opponent.
After not seeing each other for many days, Marshal Erams looked even thinner and more serious. He asked bluntly: "Lord Rogge, my army is already at the gate of the city. Where do you want to go?"
Rogge smiled and said: "You have also seen the Wright Fortress today. I am confident that it can hold it for five days. Now I should ask you, between the destruction of the country and the death of the family, where do you want to go?"
Marshal Erams snorted, "You can't last a week." The coalition forces in the Pancaro Valley could eat all the horses, and I still had time to rush over. "
Roger laughed and forgot to tell you one thing. I have in my hand the Bow of the Elven King, dozens of hell-blasting magic arrows, and an archer who can shoot these arrows a thousand and five hundred meters. How many siege machines do you think you will build? Or are you planning to attack a city without siege engines? What's more, even if you capture the Wright Fortress, it would be good if you can only have 20,000 left of your 50,000-strong army. With just 20,000 people, can you rescue the besieged coalition forces from Pompey's Poseidon Legion? "
"So!" Rogge said categorically: "No matter whether I can defend the Wright Fortress in the end, the history of the Holy Alliance has ended!"
Erams was silent for a moment, and then said slowly: "After the demise of the Holy Alliance, the Asrophics will not let you go. You don't think you can enjoy the fat all to yourself under the gaze of this evil wolf. Bar?"
Rogge smiled and said: "Of course not. So I hope you can give up the attack on Wright Fortress. As long as Leighton's army is intact, Asrofic people will not dare to do whatever they want. If we fight first and lose both sides, then we can still get What can stop Asrophik's army, and what can you use to bargain with them? Is a crown really more important than the survival of all the noble bloodlines in Layton? Or to put it more noble, is it really more important than countless soldiers? Are civilian lives more important?"
Erams snorted and said slowly: "So, Asrophek, or what are your conditions?"
"It's very simple. Divide the Holy Alliance into three, merge Livi into Leyton, Latvia into the Principality of Are, and the rest of the land will be placed under the direct jurisdiction of the empire. Leyton and Are will swear allegiance to Emperor Feuerbach, and from then on they will become The vassal states of the empire will be merged into the empire's territory. Leyton will cancel the title of the royal family and become a principality. The rulers of our two countries will receive the title of prince through marriage with the imperial family. "
Marshal Erams thought for a moment and then said: "Let me think about it."
"That's fine!" Rogge replied cheerfully: "I think I can see the result of your consideration the day after tomorrow."
The old marshal turned his horse around and walked towards the camp.
He suddenly turned around and said: "Lord Rogge, the Holy Alliance is not a piece of fat, but an extremely hard bone. If you eat it too fast, it will pierce your stomach."
"Marshal Erams, it will also pierce the stomach of the Asrophic people. So you have to consider my proposal carefully. Although this bone is hard enough, it will always have a few more thorns. OK."
The old marshal said nothing more. He silently led his entourage and disappeared into the night.
The next day, the soldiers in Wright Fortress took the time to rest. The soldiers outside the fortress were working on siege equipment amid thick smoke and fire. In particular, the coalition reserve soldiers were almost desperate.
Under the protection of a thousand reserve soldiers, several newly built slingers rumbled close to a few hundred meters away from Wright Fortress.
This is to test the impact point and throwing distance of the bomb.
However, before the catapult could even shoot a single stone, a halo of light flashed on a tall ancient war tree in the fortress, and a fast magic arrow with a long bright red trail hit the final target. A catapult in front.
The violent explosion, accompanied by raging flames, not only blew the catapult into pieces, but also sent dozens of surrounding soldiers into hell.
The next few catapults were blown to pieces by more than a dozen magic fireballs shot from the ancient war tree before they even entered the range.
On the watchtower of Camp Leighton, Marshal Elams looked at this scene with a gloomy expression.
"He has too many magicians." Clark's expression was equally ugly.
"That's because he has the support of the elves. Just think about how many magicians there were in the elven empire before the Thousand Years War, and you won't be surprised now." Marshal Erams said coldly.
At nightfall, all the senior generals of Leighton's army gathered in Marshal Elams's camp. After the generals sat down, Marshal Erams in the center spoke, and his deep voice struck everyone's soul.
"Generals, you are all warriors who have experienced hundreds of battles. After seeing the current Wright Fortress, I think everyone has understood that the Holy Alliance has come to an end. I just got the news that we are outflanking the Campas Grassland. The 20,000-strong army was also held back by 50,000 Asrofiks. Although our warriors defeated the enemy's defenses many times, they did not consider losses at all, but we could not do this."
Everyone sat quietly, waiting for the marshal's next words.
"I have decided to cancel the plan to attack Wright Fortress tomorrow!"
There was an uproar in the tent immediately. A general stood up angrily and roared: "Erams! You are betraying!"
There was no expression on Marshal Erams's cold face: "Generals! This army in my hand has gathered the most elite soldiers of Leyton. The blood and lives of these soldiers should be used to defend Leyton's land from evil. The blood of outsiders should not be thrown needlessly under the walls of Leyte Fortress! Even if we capture Leyte Fortress now, it will not help, nor can we save the Holy Alliance from its inevitable demise. But as long as this army is intact , the Asrophic people will have scruples and will not burn the war on the land of Leyton. The one who really needs to pay is His Majesty Romon, and he has to pay for his crown! My decision is final. , no objection is allowed. And all the consequences of this decision will be borne by me alone."
The generals looked at each other, anger slowly building up. Several of the marshal's confidants were very nervous, holding the hilt of their swords tightly and not daring to move away.
At this time, a messenger came to Marshal Ramsay in the camp. There was already a reply from the reserve army. They said they would never sit back and watch 60,000 comrades in despair. Even without the support of Leighton’s army, they will attack Wright Fortress tomorrow!”
The generals were all horrified. Everyone knew what would happen if 20,000 poorly trained reserve soldiers attacked the Wright Fortress.
Several generals looked at each other, stood up at the same time, and said to Elams: "Marshal, please allow us to join the reserve army! We would rather die in battle than surrender!"
Several more generals stood up and said equally impassionedly: "We also want to join the reserve army. We would rather die in battle than surrender!"
Marshal Elams's eyelids twitched a few times and he said coldly: "If you resign from the military now and join the reserve army in your own name, then I will approve it. But all soldiers, including your guards, They all must stay!”
Several generals silently took off the Leighton mark from their armor, placed it on the table in front of Marshal Elams, and then left the tent without looking back.
When a general was about to go out, he suddenly stopped. He looked at Marshal Erams, hesitated, and said after a long time: "Marshal, since you have canceled the plan to attack the city, can we take away the siege equipment that has been built?"
Marshal Erams looked at this old subordinate who had been following him for many years, sighed secretly, and said coldly: "I don't remember building any siege equipment."
The general looked happy, saluted Marshal Elams with a bang and left in a hurry.
The wind suddenly picked up.
That night, it was surprisingly cold in the North.
Before dawn, Rogge was already standing at the top of the city. Here, his sharp eyes were enough to capture every detail on the entire battlefield. The precious space on the ancient war tree should be reserved for elf archers and magicians as much as possible.
The faint morning light fell, and the smoky morning fog gradually thinned.
A faint horn sound suddenly stimulated Rogge's eardrums, and his brows knitted tightly.
"Is Layton's army still here?" Rogge thought to himself.
He tried his best to look at Camp Layton in the distance. But it was dark and still there.
A moment later, the door of the reserve army camp opened wide, and groups of soldiers stepped out of the camp in neat steps and formed formation at Wright Fortress. At the sound of the horn, hundreds of wood-ramming machines and trebuchets were launched from the camp and rumbled to the front of the formation.
There was still a dead silence in Layton Barracks.
Rogge frowned and said to Charlie: "It's really strange! Don't they want to attack Wright Fortress with only 20,000 reserve troops?"
Charlie observed it for a while and believed it! But Leighton's army has not moved yet. It seems that they are really preparing to attack the city with 20,000 reserve troops. "
Rogge's eyes searched the camp below the city, and his face suddenly showed joy.
"Charlie, I saw a few of Leighton's generals, but they all took off their badges and seemed to have left their military positions. So Marshal Elams has made his choice, and Leighton's army will not be dispatched. !”
"Could it be..." Rogge was even more puzzled: "They really think they can capture Wright Fortress with 20,000 reserve troops? Do we look so easy to bully?"
Charlie looked solemn, Sir, these people are real warriors. In their hearts, there is something more important than life, and that is faith! I think the battle will be very difficult for a while. "
Rogge's face twisted a few times, and he said coldly: I will teach them a lesson! I want them to know that courage and belief alone cannot bring victory!"
The reserve army has already set up a mighty battle formation under the fortress.
Compared with the terrifying Wright Fortress and the densely packed garrison on top of the city, the team of 20,000 people seemed so thin, and even the hundreds of huge siege equipment were as ridiculous as children's toys.
A former Leighton general walked out of the array. He suddenly drew his sword and roared wildly!
"for freedom!"
"For freedom!" Twenty thousand people shouted in unison, making the whole earth tremble!
Rogge's pupils shrank sharply and gave an order to Raphael on the ancient war tree.
The whole world seemed to suddenly light up!
The general had just taken the lead and rushed out a few dozen meters, when a blood hole as big as a bowl suddenly appeared in his chest!
But he still gasped and struggled forward.
Another ray of light flashed, and a transparent blood hole appeared again in his abdomen.
This time the general couldn't hold on any longer. He roared unwillingly, summoned up his last strength, and threw the long sword in his hand towards the fortress.
The long sword flew across a long distance. Under the gaze of tens of thousands of people above and below the city, it was inserted into the edge of the moat with a choking sound. The hilt of the sword was still trembling.
"for freedom!"
The roar like a roar shook the eardrums of Rogge and all the fortress defenders.
Rogge pulled the elf guardian warrior beside him. Amidst the surging shouts of the reserve army, he could only make the elf hear his order by shouting: "Go and notify the dungeon guards to blow up all the exits of the dungeon where the fortress defenders are kept, leaving only two hundred people to monitor. Move the rest over here! Also, move half of the garrison in the east city over here! Hurry!"
This is a hellish battlefield...
Countless rockets and flaming stone bombs flew towards the Wright Fortress. Apparently after two days of deliberation, the coalition forces prepared to use fire to strip Wright's fortress of its thorny armor.
However, rockets cannot penetrate the surprisingly hard vines, and burning stone bullets are often bounced back by the elastic vine armor. However, the reserve army was well prepared. They quickly threw jars filled with kerosene over with catapults, and the flames began to ignite one by one.
Rogge sneered.
The flames on the vines kept burning, but that was only because of the fire oil. This kind of vine itself is extremely non-flammable, and it absorbed enough water, so the kerosene could only leave more than ten large black holes in the thorn armor, but it could not completely ignite it as the coalition expected. Burn down the Wright Fortress.
Rogge spent several months and gathered the strength of the entire Elf clan to come up with this piece of thorn armor. Wouldn't it become a joke if someone burned it with fire? Fire resistance is a factor to consider when cultivating these thorn vines.
Bright red tracks continued to appear in the sky. Every time a ray of light flashed, a catapult would be reduced to ashes in the explosive flames. After shooting more than twenty arrows, Raphael's fighting spirit was finally exhausted, but an Elf Guardian Warrior immediately took the Bow of the Elf King from his hand. Now the siege equipment has approached Wright Fortress and has entered their shooting range.
The ladder was put up on the city wall and pushed down again.
Many of the reserve army soldiers who fell from the city fell onto thorn vines and were immediately pierced by countless spikes that were more than a foot long. Some soldiers were immediately poisoned to death, while those who were not poisoned struggled in vain, screaming, trying to free themselves from the huge spikes that penetrated their bodies, but the result was only more spikes piercing into their bodies.
MiMi's blood dyed the thorn armor of Wright Fortress red.
Thick smoke, fire, roars, screams, and flying flesh and blood, intertwined together, are everything on this battlefield.
A flash of bright red flashed in front of Rogge's eyes, and several bits of blood flew over with a small piece of meat and stained his face.
Just a few meters in front of Rogge, a very young reserve soldier had just had his arm cut off, but he still roared, grabbed his opponent's face with his remaining hand, and dug out a piece of his face. Only one eye! In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen swords pierced his body, but he still struggled to crawl towards Rogge until a battle ax chopped off his head.
The soldier's head rolled until it reached Rogge's feet. Rogge lowered his head, just in time to see those eyes burning with inexplicable flames staring at him. In an instant, these eyes full of anger and unwillingness were imprinted in Rogge's heart.
The surroundings suddenly became quiet, and all eyes fell on Rogge.
The corner of Rogge's mouth curled up unnoticed. But it seemed that there was no emotion on his livid face.
He raised his foot lightly, stepped down slowly, and crushed the head into pieces.
The morale of the soldiers around Rogge was boosted. With roars, they finally cut down the dozen or so reserve soldiers who were still on the top of the city.
In any case, at the beginning of the war, Rogge never imagined that the 20,000 reserve troops not only dared to attack the city, but also climbed to the top of Wright Fortress several times!
Often a severely injured and dying reserve soldier would roar and charge to death, frightening dozens of Are soldiers to retreat.
When Ale soldiers pass by the corpse of a reserve soldier who they thought was dead, they will often be grabbed by the ankle. The shock and panic of that moment often make these rookies on the battlefield pay with their lives.
If the Arei soldiers had not been strengthened with military discipline from the beginning, they might have collapsed with extremely low morale at this moment.
Fortunately, whether they are Spartan Knights, Dark Side of the Moon or Tickton Heavy Warriors, they are determined and will end their opponents' lives without hesitation no matter what the situation is. Charles had to go into battle himself. He led these most elite warriors to appear in the most critical places again and again, struggling to repel the reserve army from the top of the city.
In fact, all the reserve soldiers on the city were killed and were never repulsed...
Rogge's face was ashen and he stood with his hands behind his back. Even if the battle started just a few meters in front of him, he would not retreat or take action. Extreme anger, confusion, uneasiness, and even fear made his body tremble slightly.
Rogge simply couldn't imagine if he didn't have these extremely powerful warriors, if he didn't use the precious thorn vines to defend against Leighton's army, if he didn't have the artifact King of Elf's Bow and the very expensive Hell Explosion Magic Arrow, if he didn't have the reserve army There are even more magicians, even if their only three magicians were not identified by Rogge at the beginning of the war and ordered Raphael to shoot them...
If there weren’t so many ifs…
Then the 20,000 reserve troops are likely to create a miracle and break through the Wright Fortress garrisoned by 40,000 troops!
The sky began to darken.
Zhagur, who was covered in blood, roared wildly and used his battle ax to split the head of the last reserve soldier on the fortress city.
He stared around with blood-red eyes looking for enemies, but for a moment, he could no longer find any reserve soldiers. The tall and mighty leader Tickton felt relieved, suddenly felt dizzy, and almost sat down on the ground.
The fighting lasted from dawn to dusk.
With a desolate horn sound, the reserve army finally retreated.
Thousands of desolate and tragic figures slowly retreated into the distance in the dusk.
At this moment, the entire Wright Fortress was dyed dark red. Fifteen thousand reserve army soldiers fell on this land forever. Accompanying them were more than 10,000 Arei soldiers.
"Lord Rogge, are you chasing me?" asked a general from Alei.
Rogge had a gloomy look on his face. His eyes swept across the frightened Arei warriors on top of the city, the nearly exhausted Tickton leader, and the tragic figures who were retreating, and finally landed on the still quiet Leyton military camp. inside.
There was a faint uneasiness deep in his heart. Although he was extremely reluctant to let these thousands of reserve troops return to the sea, he did not want to provoke Leighton's army, so he gritted his teeth and said: "No chasing!"
In the Layton military camp halfway up the mountain, Marshal Elams had been standing motionless in the cold wind for several hours. Clark and a dozen generals also stood silently, shocked.
Fifty thousand Leyton warriors, together with their generals, sat in silence and watched the entire battle.
It wasn't until the reserve army disappeared into the dusk that Marshal Elams sighed and whispered to himself: "It seems that I am really old. Hesitation and rationality have caused me to lose my only chance... Hey!"
He turned around, patted Clark on the shoulder, and said sadly: "But you are different, Clark! You are still young, and you still have a lot to bear! From now on, even in despair, you must not forget, There are still miracles in this world!"
Clark nodded in understanding.
The night quietly covered up the blood-stained fortress...
Bang!
Hughes' door was kicked open rudely, and Rogge, smelling of alcohol, staggered in. Without saying a word, he picked up a bottle of strong wine and drank it for a while before placing the bottle heavily on the table.
"Elder Hughes! Why do you think these reserve troops are so stupid? There are only 20,000 people, but they dare to attack my fortress. Aren't they going to die? They are really ignorant fools!"
"But Lord God Envoy, they almost succeeded."
"Yes, I know! But I don't understand why!" Rogge growled in a low voice and reached for the wine bottle on the table, but his hand shook so much that he almost knocked the bottle over.
Rogge shook his head irritably. He wanted to anesthetize himself and stop thinking about this problem. But his powerful physique like a monster made him still very clear-headed even after drinking more than a dozen bottles of spirits.
"My lord, you are afraid."
"I don't want to admit it, but... damn! Yes, I'm scared! These people are crazy!" Rogge cursed. The unwilling eyes of the young reserve soldier were still lingering in his heart. Roger has always been afraid of death. Even if he is a necromancer, even if it is difficult for him to be completely eliminated now, he is still unwilling to take the risk of dying once. Therefore, he had no way of understanding the thoughts of these reserve army soldiers.
Hughes handed Rogge a cup of tea and smiled: "Master God, in this world, not everything can be measured by reason and interests. It is precisely because of the existence of these fools that the world is There are many more things called 'miracles'."
But at this time, Rogge, who had drank tea, had fallen asleep on the table, and he didn't know if he heard what Hughes said.
Hughes smiled: "Master God Envoy, what you need most now is to rest young man..."
At this moment, in the Leighton Palace, King Romon, who had been sleepless for several days, was walking as fast as the wind. The equally old medical officer Xi Gongting had to run hard to keep up with the old king, and he had to deal with the king's problems while running.
"How is her injury?"
"Your Majesty, Miss Ikelel's lumbar spine was broken. In fact, it is a miracle that she can still hold on until today."
"Is there any other way to save her?!"
"This... we have tried our best. You know, the entire Holy Alliance cannot find a light mage who can cast 'complete healing'..."
The old king ignored the palace medical officer and rushed into Ikelel's room.
The elves walking on the edge of life and death look even paler and frailer. Seeing Luo Meng, she reluctantly turned her head. Even this small movement brought her endless pain.
Romon knelt on one knee in front of Ikelel's bed, trembling, and gently held her hand.
The elf's hands were smooth and cold, and there was almost no trace of life in them.
"Your Majesty..."
"Ikelel, don't talk! I'm back, it doesn't matter, everything is over."
Ikelel looked deeply at the old king and smiled reluctantly. It's time to come back... Actually, I... "
Romon gently covered Iclaire's mouth. "No need to say anymore, I know everything. From the first day Rogge sent you here, I knew everything. But... I don't blame Rogge, and I am very grateful to him. Because he is the one who will You were sent to me! In fact... you don't need to be like this at all! Ikelel, I understand now that for you, I don't have to give up power, wealth, or the crown! As long as you can be by my side... "
When he said the last sentence, the elderly Romon was already sobbing.
"Your Majesty..."
Ikelel slowly closed her eyes, and a tear slipped quietly from her beautiful face.
Her hand slipped feebly from Luo Meng's palm... (Full novel website www.QUAbEn-XIAoShUo.com)