01.
Before the next wave of attacks from the Dijon people, Grand Maester Lannon had just fallen asleep. He hadn't rested for a day and a night, and his body was really overwhelmed at this time. In fact, the defenders here have not been resting since last night, because the opponent is continuously attacking. After hearing the sound of the horn outside, the Grand Maester climbed up from the carpet, and then was pushed down by Hill again.
"You better rest," Hill said.
"No, I didn't come here to sleep," said the Grand Maester.
"You didn't come here to waste your body and die." Hill said.
"Well, maybe you're right." The Grand Maester lay down again, and after a few seconds he said, "I can't sleep, why don't you hit me on the head and knock me out?"
Hill couldn't laugh or cry, he finally gave the grand maester a stun spell, then told the soldiers to take care of him, and then went up to the post.
The sky had cleared so visibility was excellent. Carl Richard was looking at the densely packed Dijon people in the distance with a magic telescope on the outpost. They didn't ride horses this time, and their clothes looked the same as the previous cannon fodder, maybe they were still cannon fodder—at least on the surface. of.
There are old people and children, this is not a war, it is not the same as the war in the book, and the war of glory in the mouth of the father. This young man who was taught to be an upright Mülheim man couldn't help being a little confused: "What are they... for? They know they will die." He murmured.
What surprised him was that the dark pope next to him actually answered his question: "It's not just death, there is always a glimmer of hope."
Hill, who just got on the roof of the outpost, suddenly remembered the time when Monroe was a paladin. At that time, the church called him back and when Hill asked him to stay, Monroe said that he wanted to believe in humanity for the last time. Thinking of this, Hill said with emotion: "But not everyone is lucky enough to get the hopeful final answer."
"It's also a good choice to die with ignorance and hope." Monroe said lightly, the hem of his pure black cloak was lifted by the wind, the wind came from his feet, all emotions were hidden in his eyes, his The tone remained indifferent: "It's a pity that I don't have that kind of state of mind to help them." After finishing speaking, he stretched out his right hand and held it in the void, and a black scepter inlaid with skulls and gems appeared in his palm . He slammed the scepter hard on the ground, and said in a cold tone, "Go and shatter their dreams, believers of darkness."
After the words fell, the high-speed air flow rose up like a sharp blade, his cloak rolled like a black bird with wings spread, and the dark breath rushed out, the whole land was a bit colder, and the sky became dark.
With his own power, he dispelled all the holy light left by this land.
In the black mist behind him, the necromancers in the black mist bowed and saluted: "Yes, Your Majesty."
Seeing Monroe like this, Hill felt that his originally calm heart was not so calm anymore. This time, of course, it was not because of a brutal war.
02.
If this wave of attack is blocked, the support troops from Winter City and other lords will arrive. Carl Richard clearly knows that it is impossible to rely on the original defenders here, so he has no choice but to listen to Monroe.
This time Leona Bell will not make a move, she will be the finale. As for Monroe and Hill, they exist as bugs. The other necromancers first cast necromancy spells quickly at the place where they planned to fight. The first wave of Dijon people who came here would be caught by the claws of ghosts protruding from the ground, and then they would become the targets of Mülheim's archers. After they fall the corpses will be manipulated, turning around and slashing at the second wave of Dijon. If nothing else, it will.
Of course, Hill knew that when the church intervened, "accidents" were normal. So the necromancers still have a backup.
"Do you have any prisoners?" Hill heard a necromancer ask Commander Karl.
"No." Carl replied.
"Is there anyone seriously injured that cannot be saved?" the necromancer asked.
Carl hesitated for a moment, he had a vague guess: "What are you going to do?"
"Spellcasting needs." The necromancer said succinctly.
Carl hesitated for a few seconds, then finally resigned with a sigh. He had his men bring some dying soldiers out on stretchers. The soldiers were obviously a little flustered, they understood that they were about to be abandoned by the commander. Carl's throat was a little dry, he didn't know what to say, did he mean that I would take good care of your family? Or…
Leona Bell, the envoy of the Dark Holy See, walked in front of them and said indifferently: "You will die, and you will become the nourishment of our spells. This death may be a bit painful, but you will save more people. As a soldier In other words, this is a very happy ending, and I think you should even thank us."
Karl was about to say that these words were too cold, but he saw that the soldiers became strangely quiet, and their eyes showed firm expressions. Carl was stunned.
Leona nodded with satisfaction, and then she said to Carl, "Commander, don't be sympathetic, this is unprofessional."
Carl frowned, he didn't know what to say for a while.
Hill next to him also felt a little emotional after witnessing this scene. These people are good guys. Then he said to Carl: "In fact, Master Richard, what they need is not sympathy, but firm conviction. And I think that before such a dying, what is needed is not only firm conviction, but also ruthless determination." Faith." This is actually what Hill learned from the Dijon people.
In fact, as far as this kind of thing is concerned, Hill thinks that he is a bit unable to make innocent people sacrifice directly, but if he really has to choose one, he doesn't know what he will do. After all, human nature is complicated and people are selfish. So although Hill felt a little uncomfortable, he would not stop Leona and the Necromancer from casting spells with their lives.
War will not give you time to think, it is best at interrupting all thinking, smashing all philosophies, breaking down all emotions, leaving you with only the consciousness of life and death.
As soon as Hill finished speaking, the Dijon people over there started charging without packs, and the next round of offensive and defensive battles began.
03.
This offensive and defensive battle was personally directed by Commander Carl, who calmly waited for the Dijon people to enter the attack range before letting the archers release their arrows. Facing such a rain of arrows for the first time, the attack speed of the Dijon people was obviously slowed down for a few seconds, but it was only a few seconds. They immediately resumed their previous speed, and then stepped into the traps arranged by the necromancer. In the trap. Black ghost hands emerged from the ground and grabbed their ankles. There was a sudden commotion among them, trying to cut off these ghost hands with the knives in their hands. This is naturally effective, but the effect will not be particularly obvious, otherwise magic would be too dignified.
For every second of delay, multiple Dijonians died.
So even a second is fine.
"Second row, release the arrows!" Commander Karl shouted sharply.
When the second row of archers released their arrows, the Dijon people used their amulets one after another. After about three or four seconds, all the traps disappeared, and the following spells also failed. At this time, they have already lost nearly a quarter of their manpower.
A necromancer shook his head at Leona. Leona raised her eyebrows and looked at Monroe, but Monroe didn't look at them, but still looked at the battlefield. Leona couldn't see the answer from his eyes, so she had to follow her own judgment.
The Dijon people were still charging, and Commander Carl was giving orders smoothly. He had tried his best, but there was no way.
Leona finally heard Monroe's voice: "How?"
"The church's amulets are more powerful than expected." Leona said immediately, "It's almost equivalent to the amulets worn by the paladins when they attacked the demon world."
An adjutant over there was a little curious: "Are you more perceptive, ma'am?"
His curiosity is normal, why would Monroe, who is the Dark Pope, ask his subordinates such a thing
Leona Bell glanced at the adjutant and replied: "It's not that I have a stronger perception of power. For Your Majesty, whether there is an amulet is like an ordinary ant and a stronger ant. He can't tell the difference." What's the difference in coming out, because they are too weak. So this question has to be answered by me."
What a terrible answer. The adjutant immediately shut up.
The remaining three-quarters of the Dijon people ran even faster. Karl saw more and more white mist rising from their bodies. Some of them even started to crawl down and run with all fours, which made it difficult to shoot flat shots. It increased a lot, so Karl immediately made a throw. But the rain of arrows on Mülheim's side was not as dense as it was at the beginning, and the archers were all tired.
Carl looked over at the necromancer standing next to his injured man, and he heard himself say calmly, "It's time to start." Then, his heart sank by itself.
Oh shit. he thinks. Why is this war so cruel. Oh shit. Why am I so cruel.
The necromancer nodded, his hand hung on top of a wounded man's head, and then the wounded soldier dried up at a visible speed, black smoke emerged from the soldier's body, the necromancer held up his staff, and the black smoke was drawn into a Propelled by magic, the sphere flew high into the sky, and then slammed into the Dijon soldiers. The other necromancers nearby also cast this spell, and the Dijon people looked up, as if a dozen meteorites were hitting them. The faces of demons also appeared on the surface of the meteorite. These demons opened their mouths wide and rushed towards them.
This is simply the natural disaster recorded in the Holy Book of Light—if there were more meteorites.
What happened next was a very tragic scene.
The corners of Carl Richard's eyes couldn't help twitching, he no longer knew what order he should give, he forced himself to look directly at the cruel picture. Monroe stood beside him and said, "Actually, you don't have to force yourself to see it."
"But... I thought you guys would..."
"Under normal circumstances, you will not witness such a tragic situation. Even if you accidentally encounter it occasionally, if it concerns your wealth and life, you will overcome it immediately. Don't underestimate people's potential." Monroe said lightly.
Karl was stunned, feeling that the Dark Pope seemed to be different from what he had imagined: "But, you always have to grow up..." He realized that he had said too many "buts", and his father told him too many "buts" would To make himself look weak, but he can't care so much now.
"Of course, this is just my suggestion." Monroe turned and left. Karl watched Monroe walk to the mummy, his cloak brushed over the mummy, and the mummy instantly turned into ashes and flew up. Karl suddenly realized that the pope had buried the ashes of these poor people on this land together. Carl's heart suddenly became much calmer. Is this the charm of the Pope
After these few conversations, the meteorite bombing has ended, and there are very few Dijon people who can stand up at this time, only a few dozen. They are spinning around in place, shaking their heads, as if they are a little dazed.
Then it was time for them to appear on the stage. Karl took a deep breath, drew out the sword in his hand, and ordered to charge directly. Let's try to capture as many prisoners as possible this time, he thought, so that next time the necromancers can spare the lives of Muelheim's soldiers. Although he feels sorry for the Dijon people, he has many things to apologize for, so he doesn't care about one or two.
But after the Mullheim soldiers led by Karl fought those dozens of Dijon men, he realized that something was wrong, the opponent's momentum, the opponent's strength... These are regular Dijon soldiers! Carl was terrified immediately, and after a while, he was afraid that the second group of attackers was mixed with cannon fodder and regular troops! They are planning to use cannon fodder as cannon fodder, and paralyze Karl, and then let the regular army attack suddenly when they are close to the shield wall!
Fortunately, the necromancers took action this time, otherwise they might be captured in one fell swoop this time!
After spending a lot of money, Karl finally took down this wave of Dijon people.
The necromancers over there frowned and looked at these dozens of people. This wave of attacks was also very expensive for them. The spell was one of the top spells of the necromancers, and the casting cost was also high - it required a person's life. But will there still be fish that slip through the net
However, the magical power in this world is powerful, but there is a limit. You can't expect a few magicians to stop an army, and the existence of the army is not very meaningful.
"How?" This time it was Hill's turn to ask Leona Bell.
"It's not very good." Leona replied honestly, "It's a bit beyond my expectation that I can survive this kind of attack. It seems that this battle still needs to be fought hard." Although it seemed easy to win just now, Leona Onna didn't hold too optimistic thoughts, she herself had experienced the war with the church.
It seems that the church really spent their money this time, giving those Dijon people too many amulets.
It is also conceivable that the Demon Race has its own hole cards, and the church certainly has its own accumulation.
The sky darkened again, and in the afternoon, it was going to snow again.
Hill also felt a little hazy, even though reinforcements were coming soon.
04.
Everything that has happened so far is the same as the plot in the novel. The defenders ushered in reinforcements when they were close to exhaustion, and then defeated the subsequent attack together with the reinforcements, and found that the opponent was not just rushing forward arrogantly, but They used a strategy, and now they used the necromancer's spell to thwart this strategy. They just need to wait quietly for the next reinforcements. There is development and reversal, which is in line with the law of story development.
It went terribly smoothly... In fact, it didn't go smoothly. After all, the people of Mülheim also made a lot of sacrifices, plus a little bit of luck, so they jointly created the current situation. But Hill is still a little suspicious, and he understands that his suspiciousness is a responsible performance.
The weather turned gloomy in the afternoon, and the reinforcements from Winter City finally arrived, followed by the reinforcements from Hill Fort. Duke Richard still cared about his son very much, so the reinforcements came very quickly, led by Carl Richard De's uncle, Gould Richard, at night, the reinforcements from Star Fort and Winterhold also arrived, and the reinforcements from Winterhold were relatively small, because the main duty of the Black family was to protect the Ice Emperor, and the reinforcements from Winterhold came along. A lot of things from the Demon World shopping mall came, and some magic weapons were brought. These were urgently called by Olivia.
After the arrival of these troops, the outpost could not be crowded, and the nobles set up tents and tents one after another. Hill and Monroe settled down at the camp of the Winterhold army, and they were naturally the most familiar with the Black family among these nobles.
Snowy nights, bonfires, spirits.
The drinks here are only spirits and snow water, one is easy to store and the other is easy to find.
Hill has always felt that spirits go well with war, and with these heroes here. The bonfire on a snowy night and drinking with heroes can also be regarded as a romantic event during the war.
It feels good to talk with these nobles with dreams and glory in front of the bonfire.
It was late at night, and they gradually fell asleep, leaving only Hill and Monroe in front of the campfire. So the conversation lost the glory on the blade and the faith on the family crest, but became simple and straightforward.
"Milheim's large-scale army has arrived. In a frontal battle, Milheim is theoretically superior to the Dijon tribe. But this time, the Dijon tribe can attack like crazy, and there is the help of the Church of Light behind, plus Milheim Some need to be allocated to guard against the Eutin Empire, so I am not very optimistic about it." Hill described objectively.
"The Yulan Empire joins the war." Monroe directly pointed out what Hill meant.
"That's what I thought," Hill said.
"You should know that war is not a 1+1>2 game." Monroe said.
"I also know that 1+1>2 is not a game, but a formula." Hill spoke quickly, "I understand what you mean that you need to consider multiple situations, but what I mean is, let's solve other situations first Let’s exclude it, so that one plus one must be greater than two.”
Monroe and Hill looked at each other for a few seconds. Behind him was the endless snowy night. Hill touched his nose: "Am I being a little arrogant?"
"If you were a human or an ordinary demon, maybe I would accuse you, but because you are strong enough, arrogance is your power." Monroe said.
"This answer doesn't satisfy me. If at other times I might just say something in passing, let me satisfy me in another way, but now we're still talking about business."
"You seem to have said it."
"Don't pay attention to the details, my dear," Hill waved his paw casually: "Are you trying to remind me that this is not my war?"
"Not really, but in essence we are still fighting passively. Although we have made a lot of preparations, we have already affected the plans of Dijon and the Church of Light. In theory, they are definitely more distressed than us, and our distress is also true. said Monroe.
"You're right. But I also want to remind you that I never wanted to abide by the rules of the game. They pushed me so hard that I rushed in to kill people. I'm serious." Hill stared at Monroe and said .
"Your will, I feel it." Monroe nodded.
"Okay, if that's the case, then do as I said." Hill stood up and sat next to Monroe. When he sat down, his legs were on Monroe's legs. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, the door Luo did not continue to reveal the identity of the Dark Pope, but resumed his appearance as a death knight. At this time, the cold and hard armor on his thighs was against Hill's outer thighs, and the coldness seemed to penetrate through the cashmere pants and invaded into Hill's body.
"Yes, I know what to do," Monroe said.
Hill picked up the jug and was about to pour wine for Monroe.
"I don't actually like drinking," Monroe said.
He really doesn't like drinking, probably because he's not an excitable person. In the past, he also yelled for the God of Light and led his subordinates to rush towards the enemy, but he knew that he was shouting for his subordinates, not himself, because the God of Light was in his heart, in his soul, and he didn't need to express it deliberately. Later, Hill used his soft feelings as a knife to gouge out his spirit bit by bit from his heart and soul, and then filled it in himself. Afterwards, the wound healed, and it was hideous both inside and outside. The hideous scar completely sealed Hill into Monroe's heart and soul, and no one could separate it again unless it was destroyed together.
"Abstaining from drinking because of the paladin?" Hill asked.
"According to the teachings, it is true that you can't drink this kind of strong alcohol. I have never tried it, and I think people who often get drunk and use alcohol to relieve their sorrows are stupid. Later, after I became a death knight, I took the initiative to try it and got drunk for a long time. field," Monroe said, "and found out..."
"Then you found out that it's also good to drink away your worries?" Hill asked with interest.
"Then it was even more stupid to think that people who drink to drink away their sorrows are stupid, and it became clear that I really don't like drinking, not because it's forbidden or not," Monroe said.
"Oh." Hill smiled, "Well, it's really your style."
Hearing this kind of words, I really can't recognize it, and I will laugh out loud.
Hill drank a glass by himself, "Actually, this wine tastes good. It's a pity that you don't like it."
Monroe turned his head to look at him, and the two looked at each other for a few seconds. Hill saw that Monroe's eyes were like a black lake. This pair of eyes was like a small stone thrown into the lake. There was no echo on the surface, but deep There was a series of ripples everywhere. Hill arrogantly pulled the corner of his lower lip and licked his lower lip. This is an obvious hint. He immediately kissed him, and he put the spicy wine into his mouth, and within a moment, the body temperature of both of them rose at the same time. It was so hot that the snowflakes melted before they hit them.
After the kiss, Hill asked with a low smile, "How does it taste this time?"
Monroe thought for a moment: "Your taste is good, but the wine still tastes terrible."
Hill couldn't help laughing.
Monroe is so cute.
When we meet in troubled times and hold our hands to end the war, we will spend more years together and go through more disputes.
It's nice to have someone like that around. Everyone is motivated.
"I thought of a possibility." Hill's thinking also became active, "The opponent has been so crazy about the possibility of attacking at any cost. - This is almost bottomless at all costs. If they are not fools ,That is… "
Monroe knows the elegance and elegance when he hears the stringed songs: "The sound of the east hits the west."
"Yes, it hits the east and the west." Hill said in a deep voice, "but if we can't resist, both sides may bloom at the same time."
The snow was heavy, and Hill turned his eyes towards the direction of Winter City. His eyes were cold, but full of vigor.
Monroe poured himself a drink. "Drink," he said.
"Don't you like drinking?" Hill asked.
"You're in a good mood now," Monroe said, "so drink with you."
Hill laughed, laughed.
Drink with the hero on a snowy night. It just so happened that the hero had an affair with himself.
nice. Wonderful.
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