After a whole night of turbulence, it was not until the early morning of the next day, when the sky just floated to a layer of fish maw, that the clone barely reached the Green Fortress. Even though I had seen the majesty of this fortress in my memory, when Paladin stood in front of this behemoth in person, he was briefly shocked on the spot. The tall city wall blocked the view in front of him.
From the small cracks caused by the sword marks that can be seen everywhere on the city wall, the fragile weed flowers grow. Prove that this old guy has not fulfilled his duties for a long time. The clone opened his mouth slightly and raised his head, but he could only see the ant-like guards on the top of the city wall patrolling back and forth. The clone stepped back. Hope to see the whole picture. But he was shocked to see that the tall city wall was just the outermost wall!
Riding up a small hillside, Palatine looked out, and within the walls were endless buildings and towers towering between them. The clone Paladin knew that the fortress had several layers. But such a terrifying fortress, he has only seen it in the legendary mythology books! I saw that these residential areas in the outermost layer were mighty, at least spanning a half-circle of five or six miles! But at the end of these houses, there is another city wall!
This city wall is not much worse than the outermost city wall. The clone even saw the dense catapults placed on the city wall! There are no longer private houses, but stone buildings one after another, and small aisle walls staggered. form a large transportation network. Inside, another wall. Three, four, five, six!
Until the very center of the fortress, it is a huge fortress towering into the clouds! Numerous towers and catapults adorn the mighty force of this fortress! Plus the fortress itself is built on a huge hillside. So the layers of the city walls are coiled around the hillside like giant snakes. Takes the shape of a spinning top. This enables the numerous trebuchets and archers on the six-layered city wall and the central fortress to attack the incoming enemies with maximum efficiency!
Taking a deep saliva, Paladin did not enter the fortress. Because no matter how big the fortress is, it cannot fill the soldiers brought by the many lords summoned by the Grand Duke! I saw endless tents surrounding the fortress on the plain outside the fortress. The banners stand up to indicate that they belong to different nobles and different lords. According to the memory, the clone set up a white horse and walked into the tent camp, looking for the camp of Baron Hank, the lord of his allegiance.
Baron Hank, although only a baron, is a hereditary noble. A person recognized and accepted by the great nobles as his own. The marshal of this battle was Marquis Carmon, who had gone through battles. The younger sister is the Marquis of Camon, the wife of the Grand Duke, and it is easy to get the position of such a marshal. According to the order of the Marquis of Carmon, Baron Hank temporarily served as a general, positioning the left army together with the Earl of White Orchid and many barons. Stay on the left side of the fortress. When the clone crossed countless tents and came to the flag with the white orchid logo standing there, it even came to the legion to which he belonged.
The clone Paladin took a deep breath. Roll over from the horse. The heavy-armed sergeants who came and went immediately subconsciously gave way. Although they are both soldiers, the identity of knights is obviously not equal to them. The clone frowned slightly and fanned the strong stench around him. The clone that absorbed Alfred's memory looked at the surrounding soldiers in confusion.
There was a harsh and irritating noise in front of him. Taking off his heavy armor, a snoring spear sergeant lay on a bamboo pole. Sitting in front of the black stone, the archer who was holding the arrow next to him was polishing it a little bit. A middle-aged man with a large beard wiping his axe with clean water. Wearing leather armor, a man laughing and chatting with another female warrior who also wears leather armor. Random hammers still on the ground, spears and shields leaning against the walls side by side. The clone looked at all this, and the frown deepened.
Because he hadn't seen these soldiers a few days ago. Moreover, these people's armor is not uniform, and their weapons are all kinds of strange. There are even those with daggers! Oh my god. Forgive these idiots who haven't been on the battlefield. A dagger on a messy battlefield has no substantive meaning except for one more slash.
The clone pulled the horse and walked to the big tent with the white orchid flag. The two soldiers guarding the door with spears, helmets and chain armor stepped forward immediately, respectfully took the reins from the horses' mouths and said, "Mr. Noble Knight, who are you?" "I'm Hank. The knight under the baron, Alfred, Flamel. Is the baron inside?" "Here, he is studying the sand table." The clone nodded arrogantly, lifted the curtain and walked in.
"Lord Baron." He walked into the tent, and hung a long sword, shield and a full set of armor next to him. The looming scars show that these are by no means decorative. A man in plain clothes with his back to his avatar supported the sand table with his hands. Hearing the clone's words, he turned around. Showing a serious face with a bit of melancholy, but decorated with sword wounds. The clone noticed that his hair was the same red as his own.
"Oh, Alfred. Come here." The middle-aged man, who looked majestic but melancholy, summoned his clone to sit down. "Lord Baron, who are you?" The clone could see clearly, there were tears on the corners of Baron Hank's eyes. Apparently just cried a while ago. Baron Hank was slightly taken aback. Then he smiled and waved his hand: "It's nothing, it's just something unhappy all of a sudden. Alfred, why are you dressed like this?"
The baron burst into laughter. He mentioned this matter in one stroke. Seeing that the clone was wearing a robe and no armor at the moment, he couldn't help but ask. "I went to see my younger brother. I found out later through my attendants that the Grand Duke wanted to count the number of people today and go out to Ai Xinzhe again. That's why I hurried back." "No need." Baron Hank suddenly sat on the chair, He took a cup of creamy black tea and took a sip, sighing: "The latest news. Ai Xinzhe married the neighboring kingdom of Malta. He received 10,000 reinforcements from Malta. In addition to his own remaining 20,000 people. The 30,000 troops are gradually advancing."
"Thirty thousand!?" The clone was startled! Thirty thousand is too large. Although the Principality of Kasmi and the Kingdom of Aixinzhe have been at war all the year round. However, at most, the combined strength of the two sides was less than 10,000. This huge army of 30,000 people. It can be seen that Ai Xinzhe planned to swallow the Kasmi Principality this time. And now the army of the Principality of Kasmi is only more than 10,000 people. Against an enemy army three times his size, the odds of winning are too small. "Lord Baron, this news should have been strictly blocked by the Grand Duke. You told me so..." "Don't worry, I won't say it now, and I will say it soon."
Baron Hank waved his hand indifferently. The melancholy on his face dissipated, and he said with anticipation: "We won't go out today, and wait for the nobles such as Earl Torch to lead troops to defend. It only takes two months to resist the enemy army, and it only takes two months to survive until winter comes. , when the snow is blowing, hum!" Baron Hank showed excited eyes, looked at the shocked clone and lowered his voice and said: "At that time, the reinforcements of our suzerain country, the Great Empire of Engelland, will come. Because Emperor Caesar III of the Empire was also very dissatisfied with Ai Xinzhe's treason. Their battle lines were too long, their food could not keep up, and under the influence of the snowy weather. Their Ai Xinzhe Kingdom was lost!"