It was early in the morning, in a small town within the Tower of the Great Sage.
The Kingdom of Freund's army left early in the morning. The remaining residents of the town thought that the matter was over and had nothing to do with them, but the army that surrounded them in the dark did not think so.
The alarm did not ring in time, and the messenger did not even have the chance to shout. The brick walls used to defend against magic beasts and barbarians could not stop the human army. Before the residents had any thoughts of resistance, they were already suppressed. The only fortunate thing was that Marquis Neumann, who appeared in person, did not hurt anyone. He only asked the soldiers to expel everyone to the town square.
"Residents, don't worry." Wearing a shiny and mighty armor, Marquis Neumann looked like a gentle old man. He smiled kindly and said to the crowd, "I did not come here to hurt you. Follow my soldiers' instructions, and no one will be hurt. Everyone will be able to live through this day peacefully. "
The morning fog dispersed, and the morning sun shone from behind the marquis. The mighty armor on his body shone brightly, reflecting his silver hair and silver beard. It should have been such a beautiful scene, but in the eyes of the townsfolk, it brought an ominous chill.
At the same time, Meyer Kohler had just finished answering the questions of the eldest princess, Mira Salian. A cruel battle tactic instantly appeared in the mind of the veteran who had been on the battlefield for a long time.
As long as there were enough people and they were willing to sacrifice, most magic towers were easy to break into. Fill all the traps with human lives, then kill the tower master in one fell swoop. In a limited space, no matter how powerful a Magician was, he could not resist an endless stream of enemies. However, the premise was that they could break into the tower.
As a war fortress that protected the civilized world against the invasion of darkness, when a magic tower was attacked by an army, of course, it would cast strategic spells that were regarded as forbidden spells to achieve the goal of killing a large number of enemies. How to seal off strategic spells became the most important task for the attacking side.
Learning from the barbarians, they drove the hostages to the forefront of the battle line to attack the enemy's formation or besiege the city. When the nobles of the maze world launched a war against the magic towers, the most despicable tactic was to take a large number of ordinary people as hostages and spread them among the army, making it difficult for the tower master to cast strategic spells.
The reason why strategic spells were regarded as forbidden spells was because their large-scale killing ability could easily injure ordinary people, so they were not allowed to be cast outside of the battlefield. What about the large number of ordinary people on the battlefield?
'We didn't force the commoners to attack the tower, we just brought them with us.' This was the reason that the attacking party would use. It seemed like a very legitimate excuse, but it didn't reduce its despicable nature.
If the Pagoda Master didn't care about it and directly used the Forbidden Spell to cleanse the ground. Even though they managed to defeat the invading army, when faced with the pressure from the Society of Sorcerers, they would lose most of the time. No matter how they tried to explain it, there were still ordinary people who died because of magic that shouldn't have been used against them. The punishment for abusing a forbidden spell was unimaginably severe.
If he was afraid of the existence of ordinary people and didn't dare to use Forbidden Spells. For the attacking army that had the advantage in numbers, the outcome was already clear.
No matter what the outcome was, it was the worst war, and it had also touched Mira Salian's bottom line. Anger ignited in his chest, accompanied by uneasiness and disappointment. She didn't know why either. She only knew one thing. If she did not vent the anger in her chest, she would regret it for the rest of her life.
With a step, Mira Salian neatly dismounted from the tall military horse. She said to the two subordinates in the language of the Master of Mystery, 'Tixiang, Qingyu, let's do it.' At the same time, she took out her usual flail and threw away the disguise of her cloak. The heavy God-given armor bathed in the sunlight, as if green fireflies were flying across the whole body.
"Oh, it's finally our turn." "Get ready for the slaughter, Misty Mist Warrior." Two Temple Warriors disguised as maids quickly took out a square hammer and a spiked hammer, and the same God-given heavy armor appeared in front of everyone.
Mendelson Heyman was shocked when he saw this. He didn't understand why his loyal subordinate would dismount and dress like this. For a moment, his thoughts were in a mess, and he didn't even pay attention to the question of how the eldest princess could afford to wear this heavy armor. He hurriedly stopped and said, "Your Highness, please get on the horse if you want to break through. Your subordinates will open the way for you, and we will definitely break through the encirclement. "The others were also excited.
Mira Salian lifted the helmet behind her neck, looked at everyone with a murderous look, and said, "No, Old Heyman, you just need to follow me closely. We are going to kill our way back. " After she finished speaking, she buckled her helmet and used it as the tip. Two Temple Warriors followed behind her in a triangular formation, one in the front and two at the back, and charged towards the north.
Her pace seemed slow, but was actually fast. Every step was clearly seen by others. But Mendelson Heyman and the others, who were chasing after her, couldn't catch up even if they ran madly. The soldiers on the north side of the encirclement subconsciously raised their spears and didn't wait for the commander's order. This was because the eldest princess's demonic actions brought an inexplicable meaning to them. In order to break the indescribable oppression, they could only thrust their spears forward.
With a twist of her wrist and a low step, Mira Salian came to the leftmost side of the battle formation in an instant. The soldiers didn't have time to withdraw their spears and turned to look at her with a stunned expression. She recovered her identity as the 'White Mist.' Under the command of the Master of Mystery, the Temple Warriors were the strongest blades, and ordinary soldiers couldn't stop them.
The flail named 'Morning Star' hit the soldier's left arm with a roar of wind and thunder. The powerful force not only sent the soldiers on the leftmost side of the formation flying, but also knocked down the entire row of people. Limbs were broken, bones were broken, and internal organs were shattered. With just one hit, a formation of soldiers was disabled. With another step, the soldiers of the second formation suddenly retreated in shock, and the formation was broken.
Ochre and Qingyu rushed forward and killed their way into the formation. With just a sweep of the left and right, the enemy was utterly defeated. Suddenly, a corner of the encirclement was loosened, and the people of the Renaissance Army who followed behind followed the eldest princess and killed their way out.
Myer Kohler, who was standing on the south side of the encirclement, looked at the disintegrated north side of the encirclement and said angrily, "Damn it, the people guarding the north side are all idiots. They actually let them break through. Just like that, they killed their way back. Should I say that they are too courageous or too stupid? Why aren't you chasing after them? Why aren't you chasing after them? If Mira Salian escapes, it won't be good for anyone. "
The powerful strike of the Temple Warrior White Mist was difficult to understand without facing it head-on. In the eyes of the people in the other parts of the encirclement, all the credit should be given to the magic flail. This would only arouse their greed for the treasure and blind their remaining rationality. Without waiting for Myer Kohler's command, the others had already started their pursuit.
Mendelson Heyman, who did not know the inside story, thought that it was a battle of retreat, and the morale was inevitably low. Marquis Neumann's army thought that it was a battle of pursuit, and the greatest treasure was right in front of them: the eldest princess and the magic flail. While the morale was high, they kept catching up with the rear of the Royal Renaissance Army and nibbling away at the enemy.
If it were not for the two temple warriors who saved the situation from time to time, showing strong mobility and superb skills, the people of the Renaissance Army would have collapsed even faster.
Although Mira Salian did not care and ran desperately, she just wanted to return to the magic tower as soon as possible to stop what might happen. But the team was still blocked by the greedy enemies from time to time. The eldest princess's heroic posture did not scare anyone away for a while.
Time went back further, after all the townspeople were tied up, they were divided into all the formations. Marquis Neumann personally led the army and advanced towards the Tower of the Great Sage.
In the process of marching, the Arcane Eye on the top of the magic tower appeared again. But other than that, the tower master did not make any other reaction, he just watched the soldiers get into formation.
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio Marquis Neumann waited patiently for the army's deployment. Judging from the messenger's report and the tower owner's reaction, he believed that the rookie sorcerer who had been in the tower for less than three years was probably hiding in a corner, trembling.
Looking at the army in front of him, no one would not be trembling. He had gathered more than half of the military power of the Kingdom of Franks. Apart from the crown, he felt like an uncrowned king.
When everything was ready, Marquis Neumann sent out the messenger according to the customs of the Lost Land. The messenger who held the white flag high represented a negotiation without using force. Killing such a person would be despised, and using such a person for any kind of attack would also be despised. So the messenger smoothly entered the magic tower and said loudly:
"Tower master, I am here to announce the intention of war under the orders of Marquis Neumann of the Kingdom of Franks. But Marquis does not like to sacrifice human lives, so he ordered me to persuade you to surrender. I only hope that you will accept our goodwill and surrender to our lord. "
Lin, who was standing in the hall on the first floor, calmly listened to the messenger's announcement and said, "War is what it is. I have not offended the marquis in any way. If you want to raise an unjust army, then I have no choice but to resist. Please go back. "
After receiving an answer, the messenger no longer looked serious. Instead, he said with a light and regretful tone, "It's a pity. I admire your knowledge and wisdom. I really don't want to see such a development."
"Then are you willing to put down your weapons? I will consider sparing your life. "
The messenger smiled at the arrogant words of the tower master, "Let's see who's the real deal on the battlefield." He then turned and left.
"What a graceful young man. What a pity." Lin shook his head as he watched the departing figure. His figure gradually disappeared.
The messenger who returned to the main formation conveyed the message of the tower master. Knowing that this battle was unavoidable, Marquis Neumann did not change his graceful posture. He only raised his arm and waved it forward.
The sound of the bugle horn was long and drawn-out, spreading to every corner of the battlefield and reverberating in everyone's chest.
To the nobles, this was a war of plunder. Their target was the wealth accumulated by the tower master, which was also the bribe the marquis had promised to distribute to everyone. So, they sent their expendable subordinates to the front to be the first line of attack on the tower, or they sent their expendable lesser nobles to be the vanguard. They only needed to wait and then share the fruits of victory.
To the soldiers, the extermination of the village two years ago was brought up again. The despicable nature of the tower master was the most frequently brought up topic in the army recently.
They believed that it was a painful thing to live in this territory. They completely ignored the townsfolk who were tied up and kneeling in front of the formation. If it was really that painful, where would these people come from? They were used as shields to defend against strategic magic.
The attack began.
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