It was late at night, and the dim light from the tall and narrow crystal windows of the banquet hall was not enough to completely disperse the darkness on the balcony. Ropenny Galen stood quietly on the empty balcony, looking down at the spot where Viscount Calor had fallen.
Behind her, the lights from the banquet hall dimly shone through the crystal glass window into the night sky, appearing blurry and weak. Even the music coming from the banquet hall seemed so ethereal that it was almost illusory.
"It's so quiet …"
The countess stood in the darkness for a moment and suddenly said softly.
As her voice trailed off, a slightly magnetic voice came from the darkness. "You're taking a risk. It'll be bad if someone finds out."
Luo Penny Galen was not surprised by the voice because she already knew of the other party's existence. She turned her head and saw a figure walking out from the shadows — tall and slender, with a handsome face and a head of golden hair that left a deep impression. It was a typical Silver Elf.
The golden-haired Sordling was a high-grade elven ranger from Cecil's territory. He was the one who led the team that she had secretly sent into the city tonight.
Looking at the elven ranger in front of her, Countess Luo Peini's eyes could not help but fall on the strangely shaped black armor made of alloy plates and sturdy leather. This armor was the standard of the 'Steel Rangers'. Just tonight, dozens of Steel Rangers had sneaked into the fortress under the cover of Countess Luo Peini and her entourage and were lurking all over the city walls.
Thinking of what these Steel Rangers were going to do in the city, Countess Luo Peini was particularly happy.
"Calor is a rare smart person among those stupid nobles, and he's too cautious and sharp." Luo Peini withdrew her gaze and turned her head to quietly look at the spot where Viscount Calor had fallen. "At this critical moment, I don't want this variable to survive."
"In fact, we don't care about this variable," Sordling said as he looked at the countess in front of him. "This fortress will face its fate tomorrow. No matter what warning Mr. Calor gives, no matter what response the commander of this fortress makes, it doesn't matter. On the contrary, you could easily put yourself in danger."
"It went well in the end, didn't it?" Ropenie Glen smiled. "And for me personally, it's a very pleasant thing to push 'Mr. Carroll' down … No one will find out. Even if someone sees the body under the castle tomorrow, they will only lament the premature death of the drunk viscount."
Solderlin looked into the Countess' eyes. After a long time, he slowly said, "I just want to remind you, be careful of being blinded by hatred."
"Don't worry. I've been waiting for eleven years. I won't lose my mind at such a time." Ropeni Glynn actually knew why the high-ranking ranger showed up. She shook her head slightly and chuckled. "And I'm looking forward to the beautiful world that Duke Gwen promised. Of course, I won't act recklessly."
"That's good." Solderlin nodded slightly and stepped back, gradually disappearing into the darkness. His voice drifted in the night. "Don't forget, there's a song of loyalty."
This was Cecil's peculiar internal code, or a kind of "saying" used in certain situations. Although Ropeni Glynn did not fully understand the meaning of it, she still said softly to the empty night sky with a happy mood, "A song of loyalty …"
…
It seemed that as Sir Maryland had expected, Cecil's people gave up the idea of forcibly attacking the fortress after discovering that their magic devices could not quickly break through the fortress. Until the sun rose the next day, the Cecil's people still did not 'fire' again. The sorcerers in the Mage Tower used the Mage's Eye to confirm the situation of the enemy's camp and reported that Cecil's people had only sent some of their men to advance a short distance to the northwest and then set up a new camp on a high ground there. Other than that, there were no signs of an attack.
In the military hall of the Castle District, Sir Maryland marked the position of Cecil's people on a rough map. He pointed at the enemy's new camp with his sword and said to the others, "Here, compared to the first camp of Cecil's people, it's not much closer to Firmrock Fortress. It's just a little closer to the Whitewater River. What do you think? "
A southern noble stood up and said, "I think Cecil's people built this camp for the convenience of getting water. After all, they took the 'White Valley Mountain Path' to enter the plains, and that exit is too far away from the Whitewater River. "
"They don't seem to have much courage." Sir Maryland obviously agreed with the noble's statement. "It seems that after realizing that their magic devices are useless, they began to worry about the trebuchets of Firmrock Fortress. They have to be so cautious when choosing the water point …"
The situation seemed to be developing in the direction Sir Maryland expected. Cecil's "Myth of Skyfire" had failed in the face of the powerful magic barrier of Firmrock Fortress, and the terrifying army in the rumors could only fight a long battle with Firmrock Fortress. It seemed that they did not dare to push into the range of the trebuchets on the wall, which further confirmed his previous conjecture.
Those Cecil's soldiers were actually lacking in courage because of their magic devices.
This meant that as long as the attack continued to be thwarted, the morale of Cecil's people would drop rapidly.
…
On the Second Highland where Cecil's army was stationed, Knight Philip was supervising the deployment of the new artillery positions. On a transport vehicle behind him, the figure of Byron Knight appeared above a magic network communicator.
"So, those cowards in Firmrock Fortress are really not coming out?" The veteran mercenary Knight never cared about his manners when he spoke. He shouted loudly, "I thought they would at least come out to fight you before you fire the cannons …"
"They are not stupid. They have already realized the power of the cannons during the attack a few days ago," Philip said casually. He then looked up and looked at the majestic wall of Firmrock Fortress in the distance. "But then again … the magic barrier of Firmrock Fortress is a little more powerful than I thought."
Byron Knight froze for a moment. "Hey, that's different from what you said before. What do you mean by a little more powerful than you thought? Are the cannons really useless against that thing?" "Not really.
The power of the Magic Crystal Railgun will always be effective. It's just that the barrier is really strong. It completely withstood the bombardment last night. Although only 12 test shots were fired, it was already very surprising, "Knight Philip said honestly." I estimate that if I want to use the Magic Crystal Railgun against this barrier, I will need to bombard it for at least six hours. "
"Hey, a barrier that can be broken is not that powerful. The nobles in the fortress are probably still celebrating the impenetrability of their barrier," Byron said with a tone of disdain. "Don't waste your ammunition on that barrier. Save it for the Rainbow Light Cannon."
Philip frowned. "That's all you say. When are you going to arrive?"
"Soon, soon. We're on the way. Miss Rebecca has begun to check the magic circuit of the ship in preparation for firing." Byron waved his hand in the holographic projection of the communicator. His voice and image were a little distorted. This was because he was on the warship in the White Water River, and the signal was completely transmitted by the magic network repeater tower along the White Water River. The coverage of these repeater towers was far from enough, and in some areas, the signal was even interrupted and lost. "According to Miss Tyre's speed, we will arrive in about five hours …"
"I will launch another bombardment at noon," Philip interrupted Byron. "I think the magic barrier of the Firmrock Fortress is very … valuable. The magicians in the army also think so. I want to use the cannon to test the strength of the barrier and observe how it operates. Later, if Master Kamel and Miss Jenny can crack the secret of this giant barrier, it may come in handy in our hands."
Byron looked at the serious Knight Philip in surprise. "When did you become interested in magic?"
Knight Philip stood up straight and said solemnly, "I'm only interested in the interests of the territory and the people."
"Let me tell you something. If you become a mercenary, you will be sold to the gladiator arena on the first day. And you will feel proud of being sold," Byron said. The Knight had a 'it's embarrassing to work with such a hothead' look on his face. He then squeezed out a strange smile. "But seriously, it seems that some of you traditional Knight really like this. Miss Margarita is behind you."
After saying this, Byron quickly ended the communication. Philip was stunned for a moment and turned around. He saw the female Knight Margarita from the Kant area standing behind him, looking at him with admiration.
"In this era, there are not many people like you who still adhere to the virtues of a Knight," the female Knight said sincerely.
"It's my duty, Miss Margarita," Philip said with a straight face. "Can the large accelerator cannons fire before noon?"
"You will hear the roar of the cannons on time."
…
At noon, when smoke rose from the inner city of Rock Fortress, Cecil's army finally began the second round of bombardment.
Strange sounds, ear-piercing screams, and thunderous explosions once again shrouded the heads of the defenders of Rock Fortress. However, compared to the panic and chaos caused by the sudden bombardment the day before, the chaos caused by the bombardment this time was obviously much less. The noble soldiers in the fortress instinctively felt nervous at first, but when they found that the powerful magic barrier still shrouded the entire city, they calmed down.
Some even dared to climb to the outer wall, shouting and laughing in the direction of Cecil's army.
The magic crystal cannonballs exploded on the magic barrier outside the wall, and the fatal explosion power was completely blocked. Even the deafening noise was weakened by the interference of the magic barrier. The braver soldiers and Knight were just watching from a safer distance at first, but soon, someone took the lead and ran to the section of the wall that was facing the bombardment. They watched the explosions from a close distance.
What was surprising was that most of the people who did that were not the knights and soldiers of the Rock Fortress. Instead, they were the southern nobles and their private soldiers who had been frightened by the "Skyfire Explosion" and were like stray dogs.
They seemed to be showing off their courage — or rather, venting the fear of a month ago.
Ropenny Glen stood on an observation platform far away from the city wall and looked at those ugly Southern Border knights and soldiers on the city wall with an indifferent expression.
Compared to the soldiers of the allied army who had lost all their willpower and were captured by the Cecil Empire like walking corpses, the remnants of the noble army who had fled to Firmrock Stronghold early on didn't seem to be traumatized enough.
But it did not matter. Their psychological trauma was coming.
The countess raised her head and looked at the southwest direction of the fortress.
The Whitewater River meandered across the plains, and on the surface of the river that reflected the sunlight, an abnormal wave entered her line of sight.
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