The second day.
From dawn onwards, the siege began once again.
Thousands of sparsely scattered people gathered at the front of Rockall Castle. The warriors in the front held square shields in their hands, simple but thick wooden planks hanging from their heads as they slowly approached the castle's gates. Behind them were militia wearing light leather armor, holding spears, bows, and arrows.
As for the personal guards of Lord Terras, they remained in front of the camp and did not move. They were all heavy infantry wearing heavy armor, holding heavy oak shields in their hands. Their weapons included flails, swords, spiked hammers, and other heavy weapons.
From afar, they looked like a group of terrifying killing machines wrapped in thick steel!
There were not many of them, only about 300 of them.
But these three hundred or so heavy armored warriors were the elite troops that the Lord of Terras had spent ten years building, squeezing out all the resources in his territory and expending ten years of hard work. In small scale battles with the surrounding lords, Terras had relied on this invincible Iron Chariot to forcefully flatten three or four baronial territories, making a name for himself.
However, considering that there were many Sorcerers acolytes in Rockall Castle today, in order to prevent the elite troops from being injured, Viscount Terras could only first send in the militia and mercenaries, hoping to use them to deplete the Wizard Power of the opposing acolytes.
Very quickly, the battle began when the enemy entered within 50 meters of the castle walls!
Arrows as dense as locusts rained down from the top of the city wall, mixed with many fire arrows. Although there was a movable roof to block the rain of arrows, there were still people falling from the gaps between the thick wooden planks. Clusters of flames danced on the wooden planks, burning the dry wood until it crackled.
Finally, the advancing attacking troops were attacked by the defending Sorcerers acolytes.
Three witchcraft fireballs and two light green acid balls drew long arcs in the air as they flew down from the top of the wall and landed on the vanguard of the siege troops.
The sudden explosion of the Wizard Fireballs immediately enveloped an area with a radius of 10 meters. All the attacking warriors in the area were instantly set ablaze, throwing away the weapons in their hands and running around in confusion.
The area where the ball of acid landed exploded into a ring of green acidic mist. All the warriors who came into contact with the mist let out miserable cries that sounded like the wailing of wolves and the howling of ghosts. The exposed flesh of a human warrior that was drenched by the acid quickly melted with a sizzling sound, turning into a pile of scattered charred bones in the blink of an eye.
Most of the soldiers only had their leather armor and clothes splashed with a little bit of acid. However, such an attack would not cause as much damage as the Witchcraft Fireball, as long as the part that was contaminated by the acid was cut off in time.
Faced with the terrifying sorcery attack, the warriors in the formation became hesitant, and their advancing speed became slower and slower.
The commander of the army who was supervising from the rear roared loudly.
Under his urging, the soldiers who only had simple and crude armor shouted in unison, once again increasing their speed of advancement.
When the attacking troops advanced another twenty steps, the second wave of magic attacks came.
But almost at the same time as the second wave of attacks, five huge fireballs suddenly rose from the advancing troops and flew towards a certain spot on the city wall.
A spell had just been activated there!
Somewhere on the city wall.
A senior apprentice from the Salubo Family had just thrown out a Witchcraft Fireball when he saw five menacing Witchcraft Fireballs flying towards him with long tails.
"Quick, protect me!"
The Senior Acolyte quickly retreated, while desperately casting defensive spells on himself. Around him, five or six castle guards raised their shields and quickly blocked the apprentice behind them.
* Dong dong dong … *
The five Witchcraft Fireballs exploded almost at the same time, showing the ferocity of the elemental flames. The terrifying damage caused by the stacking of the energy was not something that a mere metal shield could defend against.
The violent and ferocious ring of flames exploded on the city wall, instantly turning everything within ten meters into powder. Then, as it was thrown outwards, it was burnt to ashes.
The seven castle guards in front of the High Apprentice Apprentice were instantly killed. Even their bodies were blasted into pieces, leaving them in an unrecognizable state. Within the area enveloped by the Witchcraft Fireball, only the senior apprentice escaped in a sorry state, his face charred black.
The High Apprentice who was lucky enough to escape quickly hid in the crowd and took out some hemostasis ointment and healing potions to heal himself.
Bastards, these apprentices from the Micahn Family actually dared to play dirty!
The Salubo Family apprentice on the city wall immediately flew into a rage, throwing Witchcraft Fireballs at the area where the other party was hiding as if they were free. The other party did not show any signs of weakness, and conjured colourful defensive spells, dodging and retaliating at the same time.
In a moment, the entire city wall was filled with exploding Witchcraft Fireballs!
Grimm silently stood in a luxurious bedroom on the third floor of the castle. He lifted a corner of the curtains and observed the battlefield in front of him. He could not help but frown slightly.
This was somewhat unexpected!
It was not that they were strong, but that they were unexpectedly weak!
Having just experienced the bloodbath of the Planar War, he felt that no matter if it was the intensity of the battle or the power of the Witchcraft Spells, it could not compare to the bloodshed and cruelty of the Planar War.
However, the greater difference between them seemed to be reflected in the determination of their battle wills!
In the Planar War, it was either you die or I die. If you lost, not only would you die, even the world you lived in would become a secondary plane that others could trample on. Hence, the natives of this plane were extremely valiant in battle, and would not rest until they were dead.
However, the battlefield in front of him was soft and loose, as if they were playing house.
Perhaps the soldiers on both sides knew that they were not the main characters of the battle, so they were extremely cautious and did not take the initiative. There were more than 1500 people on the city wall, but the ones who had suffered the most casualties were the ten acolytes.
Since the start of the battle, more than half of the hundred or so people who had died had been accidentally injured by the acolytes. The number of soldiers who had actually fallen to the crossbows did not even reach 30% of the total number.
"What a boring game!" Grimm let down the curtains and muttered unhappily.
Returning to the wooden table, Grimm continued to play with the rank 2 Molten Giant's core, but the A.I. Chip in his mind was rapidly processing the large amounts of data in the database.
The rune knowledge he had obtained from the drawing room in the Kingdom of Knights' Blacksmith Camp was undoubtedly comprehensive and detailed. With it, Grimm would be able to pry into some of the deeper mysteries of energy fusion.
However, these runes were knowledge from another plane, and if he wanted to use them in the Magus World, he would have to continuously explore and explore them. Hence, after returning to the Magus World, Grimm had been frantically calculating and deducing day and night.
From the 173 special runes he had obtained from the Knight's Plane, apart from 122 basic runes and 23 variant runes, the remaining 28 runes were completely new runes that had never appeared in the Magus World before. Hence, if Grimm wanted to use this knowledge of runes in the Magus World, he could only slowly explore and find out the possible variations and effects of these 28 new runes in the Magus World.
Hence, during this period of time, his mind was filled with the strange runes dancing in the air. With the A.I. Chip operating at high speed, every time a new rune was analyzed, Grimm would have to go to different levels and different angles to verify whether the newly deduced runes could replace the runes from another plane.
This undoubtedly consumed a lot of time and energy!
After returning to the Magus World from another plane, Grimm had already met with the goblin Kabi once.
Grimm had handed over most of the useless resources he had seized to Kabi, and he had also gotten back the elemental crystal cores he had collected during this period of time. Out of the 98 elemental crystal cores, only 56 were suitable to be transformed into magic puppets. Among them, 34 were quasi-Magi and 21 were high-grade. What made Grimm the happiest was that there was actually a poison-type Magus core among them.
Grimm's magic puppet army could be said to have been depleted in the foreign plane battlefield, and he urgently needed to replenish it. Currently, apart from the Lord of the Flames, he had no other magic puppets he could use. This would undoubtedly reduce his battle power by more than 30%.
However, the Sarubo Family's crisis had forced him to run around everywhere, and he had no time to calm down and replenish his magic puppet army. This undoubtedly made him even more frustrated.
Before leaving this time, Grimm had used his authority to exchange for a Wizard-ranked meditation spell from the Wizard Tower in Ferdinand City. Just this alone had cost him 20,000 magic crystals and 7 clan contribution points. However, he had only managed to obtain 100,000 magic crystals and 20 clan contribution points after risking his life in the foreign plane.
However, judging from the effects of meditation, it was worth it to pay such a price.
His spiritual force, which had not moved in the past, had finally shown some changes. This was undoubtedly a huge boost to him. As long as he persevered day after day, there was a chance that he could raise his spiritual force to 20 points!
Reaching 20 points in spiritual force was one of the basic requirements to advance to rank 2.
According to the A.I. Chip's calculations, without any external help, Grimm would need 171 years to raise his spiritual force from 6 or 3 points to 20 points just by relying on his daily meditation. This was the result of the A.I. Chip optimising the meditation spell to the greatest degree.
Regular Magi with no resources or knowledge had to busy themselves with their daily spells, and they had to run all over the place to gather resources and knowledge. If they wanted to rely on meditation to reach the limit of 20 points in spiritual force, they would need at least 300 years.
For example, the Magus Anderson that Grimm was familiar with had advanced for 200 to 300 years, but his spiritual force was only 9 points. It was too far away from the limit of 20 points. Perhaps this was the biggest reason why he took the risk and wanted to use the blood sacrifice ceremony to make a breakthrough!
If he did not do this, with Magus Anderson's strength, he would definitely be one of the first to die in the planar war!
Just as Grimm was drawing a strange green rune in the air, footsteps could be heard outside the bedroom, followed by the voice of a maid.
"Lord Grimm, Magus Kou Gen has requested for you!"
"Is the war about to begin?"
"Yes! Lord Kou Gen wants you to be prepared! "
"Understood!"
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