Lord of the North

"Launch!" Grand Duke Cameron ordered in a deep voice, looking at the more than forty catapults that were ready.

"emission!"

These more than forty pots filled with oil drew a beautiful arc and fell on the wall of the megalithic fortress, but some of them just hit the outside of the wall and did not fall on the defenders on the wall.

"Incendiary bomb ready!"

The knight ordered again that as long as this devil's blood touches the flame, it will immediately ignite a raging flame, a flame that cannot be extinguished by water.

It's a pity that the invincible hellfire has encountered trouble this time.

The megalithic fortress has been strengthened by several generations of masters, and now the entire city wall is built with tall towers, pure stone buildings, unlike the previous cities, where the towers are made of wood, which greatly weakens the power of oil.

A large number of archers are hiding in the arrow towers scattered around the city tower. The oil burning will not hurt them at all. They just need to wait until the oil burning is over before coming out.

And because the walls of the megalithic fortress are tall and thick, the walls are more than 30 meters thick, making it impossible for the catapults to project the oil pots into the interior of the fortress, and when the catapults approach the city wall together, they will enter the giant crossbow on the tower of the fortress. It really makes them feel helpless.

"Your Majesty, the effect of the fire of hell does not seem to be very obvious." A knight stepped forward and said in a low voice.

"I saw it!" Grand Duke Cameron said through gritted teeth, his cheeks twitching.

"Master Olin, what should we do now?" He turned his head and asked, looking expectantly, hoping to get an affirmative answer from him.

A trace of sadness flashed in Gwendoline's eyes. Is this still the king's lion that crisscrossed the battlefield? He actually has to ask others to answer for him in everything, his ambition no longer exists.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I can't do anything." Master Olin said ashamedly, he really underestimated the defensive strength of the Megalith Fortress.

"..." Grand Duke Cameron asked with a gloomy face, he lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Pass down the order to project all the blood of demons into the giant stone fortress, and wait for the fire to go out..."

In the end, his eyes were red, his eyes were crazy, and he gritted his teeth and growled: "The whole army goes to the city to fight!"

Then he turned his horse's head and left here, without saying a word to the knights present, leaving them standing there with gloomy faces.

Master Olin lowered his head, no one could see his face hidden under the black robe, let alone guess what he was thinking.

Gwendoline gave him a deep look, and then rode away. She would not be needed in the siege, so she could go back to the camp and rest.

It's just that a few knights silently followed behind her. Everyone was in a heavy and oppressive atmosphere, and no one paid attention to this scene.

"It's almost time for our performance, let's get ready."

"yes."

A depressive atmosphere permeated the entire military camp. Everyone knew that the fire of hell was not a big threat to the Stone Fortress, and they were about to carry out a fierce battle, which made everyone feel uneasy.

This is also a sequela after using the fire of hell to achieve great results before. These soldiers have become dependent on this kind of weapon that is like punishment from heaven.

In the previous battles, they used this kind of hellfire to burn the enemy's formation first, and then took advantage of the situation to cover up and kill the enemy when they fled, almost without paying too much price. .

Now that once he finds that his side cannot quickly defeat the enemy with a crushing advantage, he will feel nervous. This should never have been expected by Duke Cameron, right?

Now the entire Lion Principality's camp is silent, only the command of the commander to launch the catapults is left. They will throw all the catapults and oil, and then they will be greeted with a brutal battle to climb the city. How many will come down.

...

In the megalithic fortress, the person in charge of guarding here is Marquis Thatcher Qi Beiluo, who commands the current army of 150,000 in the megalithic fortress.

He is a thin middle-aged man who is close to fifty years old, but because of his well-maintained body, he looks like he is only in his thirties. His hair is carefully combed, two mustaches are intentionally grown on his mouth, and his eyes are piercing. .

He has not awakened extraordinary power, the title is inherited from his father, and he has not made many political achievements in his life. The main reason why he has been able to stand tall in the maelstrom of the kingdom's noble interests is that he has always been a loyal supporter of the royal family. His orders are never violated.

Because he knew that only in this way would the Beiluo family prosper forever.

At this time, he was sitting on the highest seat in the fortress' meeting hall, discussing the war with the noble generals present.

"My lord, their weird flames are not very effective against the defense facilities of the giant stone fortress. It seems that we can complete the order given by the eldest prince." A noble lord in a gorgeous robe wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling lingering fear say.

This aristocrat was fat and white, and he looked like he was pampered and didn't even exercise much. It was really difficult for him to participate in such a cruel war.

Moreover, he was forced to lead troops to help the Boulder Fortress, and there are many people like him.

Why not reject this order?

If the Marquis of Boluo is rejected, the group will lead troops to exterminate them with treason!

"No." Thatcher, who was sitting on the top seat, pinched his mustache and said softly.

"The Lion Principality's rebels have traveled long distances and fought again and again. They are bound to be exhausted. Maybe we can take this opportunity to defeat them in one fell swoop, and even regain lost ground."

His eyes flickered with brilliance. If the Lion Principality wants to fight a fortified battle, it will inevitably cause huge losses to itself. Perhaps he can use the army in his hand to complete an incomparable feat, and let the reputation of the Beiluo family resound through Lopez again.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "buzzing" discussion in the conference hall. Although he felt that this plan was not very reliable, no one could refuse the temptation due to its great contribution.

Although the order from the eldest prince was to stick to the fortress of the boulder and absolutely not to attack rashly, the most important thing for the army to fight abroad still needed the commander's own judgment, and he had to be able to react accordingly.

"My lord, please think carefully before making a decision." At this moment, an old man with white hair and beard suddenly spoke in the conference hall.

Before that, he had been recuperating there with his eyes closed, as if everything that happened here had nothing to do with him, but thatcher Qi wanted to send troops to fight, so he could no longer stand by and watch.

"Does Earl Eng have any objections?" Thatcher's eyes flickered. This veteran nobleman was in the same generation as his father, and he usually had a lot of prestige in the kingdom, so he had to treat it with caution.

"Cameron came with menacing troops, his morale was high, and reinforcements were arriving one after another. I think our army, which has hardly ever been on the battlefield, can hardly compete with them, so I think it is better for us to stick to the fortress of the boulder and wait for reinforcements." The best strategy." Inge Avar said in a deep voice, not that he was greedy for life and afraid of death, but that they clearly had the ability to guard the giant stone fortress, so there was no need to take risks and try to expand the results of the battle.

Once it fails, or suffers heavy losses, the situation is dangerous.

"Well, Earl Inger is right. Let's put this matter aside for now and let us discuss it in the long run." Thatcherch said smoothly, apparently neither offending Earl Inger nor explicitly giving up the plan.