At the first moment, the fortress on the sea cliff path outside Fathom Port was declared lost. The guards on the city wall were caught off guard and were nailed to death by the Nether Steel arrows shot out from the darkness. Their blood froze before it could flow out. Under the command of the necromancer, the skeletons used siege weapons to break open the door. The soldiers in the barracks realized that they were in trouble, but they were already surrounded. The resistance in the fortress only lasted for a moment before it died down. More than 30 Coast Guards in the barracks were all killed.
Fattan Port was built as a fortress for the fleet. It was located between the cliffs of the sea, and there were only two narrow mountain paths connecting the port to the outside world. The Imperial Navy had built the fortress on these two mountain paths. The front of the fortress faced the valley that led to the sea cliff. One side of the fortress was close to the precipice, and the other side was close to the sea. It could be said that one man could hold back ten thousand men. Five hundred meters behind the fortress was the main wall of Fattan Port. Between these five hundred meters was still the mountain path and the beach, but the terrain was much smoother and flatter than the previous section.
At this moment, Baron Ludwig and Delfien were on the main wall five hundred meters behind the fortress. The wall was already filled with the White Lion Guards and Coast Guards, but under the orders of the prime minister's daughter, they extinguished all the torches and held their breath, not making a sound. It was dark on the wall. A few wizards cast a magic barrier to hide the breath of the living. Magic covered the entire section of the wall.
The baron looked at the sounds of resistance in the fortress a few hundred meters away. Then, the fortress returned to darkness. He was very annoyed. He turned to Delfien and said, "Since you knew about the attack of the undead, why didn't you let them prepare in advance and give up the fortress? I know you have old grudges with the Erouine, but you can't drag us down with you. "
His words were very unpleasant, but even ten times worse could not make Delfien frown. She could not stand this stupid noise. She replied coldly, "As the military commander of this fortress, please show some basic military literacy. Don't make a fool of yourself in front of others. I didn't want to remind you, but I was afraid that you would embarrass the empire in front of the guests."
"What did you say?!"
Just as Baron Ludwig was about to lose his temper, Count Alcons hurriedly pulled him aside. He knew that although Ludwig was the owner of Fathom Harbor, in fact, it was the fleet commander stationed in the harbor who was responsible for maintaining the operation of the harbor and managing the fleet. Baron Ludwig actually did not have high military literacy. He was just a local feudal lord. However, he had already seen through the intentions of the prime minister's daughter. She wanted to let the undead in so that the priests could have a chance to launch a fatal blow.
Once they entered the narrow and rugged sea cliff mountain path that was more than 500 meters away from the main city wall of Fattan Port, they would not be able to leave easily. This was the only way to ensure that their 'trump card' would be able to bring out the greatest effect.
However, the main city wall of Fattan Port was not tall. It was only a little more than eight meters tall. In the fantasy world, it was not enough. This was because the Sea Cliff Fortress outside the harbor was too sturdy. The original architect had considered the load bearing of the sandbar in the harbor, so he did not continue to increase the height of the wall. Now, Count Alcons was very regretful. He secretly blamed the original architect for cutting corners. No matter what, for an imperial fortress, they should have poured magic into the ground to reinforce the sandbar so that they could build a fortress wall that was more than thirteen meters tall. At the very least, they should have built a fortress wall that was ten meters tall. Then, they would not have to be so worried now.
Moreover, although most of the distance from the main city wall of Fattan to the Sea Cliff Fortress was narrow sea cliff mountain path, near the main city wall, especially under the city gate, there was an open sandbar terrain, which was very conducive for the undead to deploy their forces. There were not many troops left in Fattan Port. Among them, there were more than a thousand Coast Guards left, and the personal guards of Erouine's envoy group were about a few hundred people. If their 'trump card' did not work, these few people could rely on the low main city wall and the unfavorable terrain to defend the port. Perhaps, before the 'trump card' could be moved to its position, the defense line would be in danger.
However, he did not dare to express his worries. He only explained it to Baron Ludwig. After listening to the explanation, the latter calmed down and stopped talking. However, Ynide, who was next to Eugenie, seemed to be a little reluctant. She questioned, "Even if that's the case, you should tell the people in front to retreat. That's more than forty lives. How can you let them die in vain?"
Delphine glanced at her coldly. "Soft-hearted."
"You —"
Delfien thought for a moment and understood that she was still on the side of Erouine's people. She sighed and explained, "Even if I send someone to inform them, I'll give them the order to defend until the end. However, I know that they will definitely not do that. If they escape back, they will die under the sword of the military judge. It's better to let them be heroes without knowing it. At least, this result will be better for their families."
Ynide's eyes widened. She looked back in disbelief and asked, "Is that so, Chiara?"
The little girl nodded helplessly. "Something like that." However, she immediately stared at Delfien and asked, "But more importantly, you want them to die more realistically, right?"
"Something like that," Delfien also answered noncommittally. "They are soldiers. I have the right to choose how they will die. As long as we can achieve victory, there are only stupid and wise orders in war. There is no difference between cruel and kind orders."
It was snowing, and the snow fell on the faces of the girls present. Ynide and Eugenie frowned. The elf and her pseudodragon leaned on the wall to look at the situation outside. However, because she was too short, she could only stick her head out of the battlements even if she tried her best to tiptoe. Chiara looked indifferent. Delfien's face was calm and indifferent. Raindrops slid down her smooth and beautiful face and slid down her ugly and uneven scars.
Count Alcorn, on the other hand, agreed with this sentence even more. He thought that she was indeed the woman who was known as the flower of the Empire. After all, she lived up to her reputation.
At this time, there was a slight noise in the darkness far away. Everyone present knew that the undead had opened the gate on the other side of the fortress and were ready to attack Fathom Harbor. Delfien stopped arguing and turned around to give an order to the officer of the Coast Guard. "Knight Captain Scherut!"
"Yes, sir!"
"I order you to lead your men out of the city immediately and attack the undead. Launch an attack on Fort Seacliff. You must take back the southern wall of the fortress!"
"What!" Baron Ludwig jumped up in shock and growled from his throat. "Vicious woman, you can't give orders like this. How dare you let my men go out of the city and attack the undead that outnumber them by hundreds and thousands? You are crazy. We only have so few men. Do you really want to give up Fathom Harbor?"
Alcorn frowned and tried to persuade her, "Miss Delfien, our forces are seriously insufficient. If we were at Fort Seacliff, it would be fine. But here, if we go out of the city, we will have to attack from above. It is extremely disadvantageous for us both in terms of military strength and terrain."
Delfien was not affected at all. She replied coldly, "Am I the commander or are you the commander? Let me remind you that my authority as the commander was given by both the eldest prince and Count Trentheim. I have the highest authority here, and you must obey my orders unconditionally. What, do you want to defy military orders, or do you want to defect at the last minute? "
"You …" Baron Ludwig's face turned green. "Do you mean that if you want us to die, we must obey unconditionally?"
"First of all, I want to correct your mistake. I can't let my soldiers die for nothing. Secondly, you are right. Even if I want you to die, you must obey unconditionally." Delfien sat in her wheelchair in the rain and answered word by word, "Of course, you can object. I welcome you to ask the eldest son of the Emperor for his opinion and remove me from the position of commander. It will only take a quarter of an hour to get to the eldest son of the Emperor. I estimate that the battle will start around this time. You don't have much time left."
Baron Ludwig's lips trembled in anger. Marjory frowned and stepped forward. "Miss Delfien, let us go first. The White Lion Guards are ready."
Unexpectedly, the prime minister's daughter glanced at him coldly. "Shut up. Did I ask you to express your opinion? Get out of here! Knight Marjory, I don't think you need me to tell you what a soldier should do. My orders are not to be disobeyed! "
A bolt of lightning pierced down from the dark clouds, causing everyone's faces to turn pale. Some were shocked, some were angry, and some were interested. Only Delphine's expression did not change from beginning to end.
She looked at Scherut and asked, "Knight Commander, is it your honor as a Knight that is causing you to hesitate?"
Scherut's expression changed. He glanced at the direction of the pitch-black Fortress Seacliff and finally nodded. "I understand, Madam Commander."
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The process of taking down Fort Seacliff was smooth beyond imagination. The plan seemed to have achieved the desired effect. The residents of Fathom Harbor and the Erouine people stationed there were not prepared at all. They must have been flustered by the sudden solar eclipse and did not realize that the Empire would launch an attack at this moment. Sauk was walking along a flight of stairs to the southern section of Fort Seacliff's wall. He then raised his head and looked at Fathom Harbor. The harbor was filled with lights. It seemed that many people had gathered on the streets because of the sudden solar eclipse.
He was a subordinate of the White Legion's Raven Cavalry, a subordinate of the Great Knight Haden. Haden the Bull had always been the vanguard of the legion, and this time was no exception. Sauk and a few other Knight Commanders were mainly responsible for coordinating and observing the attack of the undead at the frontline. According to expectations, the undead would form the first wave of the sneak attack because their abilities would be greatly enhanced during the solar eclipse, while the human legion would be severely weakened. With such an advantage, the undead would break through the outer walls of Fort Seacliff and Fathom Harbor and enter the street battle. It did not matter even if the battle turned into a meat grinder since they could afford it anyway.
The main enemy of the White Legion was the fleet of the Bugas that was anchored in Fathom Harbor. From the beginning to the end, Duke Ambunal believed that the fleet anchored in Fathom Harbor was controlled by the Bugas. As for the Erouine people, it was just a pretense. How could the Erouine people have such a powerful fleet?
Judging from the current situation, Sauk observed that the situation at the frontline was very good. He saw the skeletons opening the south gate of Fort Seacliff under the command of the lich and releasing a small group of skeletons to test the waters. These skeletons were glowing white under the reflection of the lights in the distance. They were arranged in a tight formation, and the Stygian steel swords in their hands did not glow at all. They were the perfect weapons for a night attack.
The skeletons went down the mountain path, and further away, the main city wall of Fathom Harbor was pitch black. There was not even the slightest light, and there was no movement. The lich in front of him sent back a message that there were only a few living beings on the city wall. This was also in line with his expectations. It seemed that this was indeed an undefended harbor — at least for now.
But for some reason, Sauk felt a little uneasy. He had told a few of his colleagues about this uneasiness, but he was ridiculed for being too cautious. In the words of the cavalry under Bull Haden, being cautious actually meant being timid. Naturally, he could not accept this evaluation. Now, he came to the southern section of the wall of Fort Seacliff to verify his thoughts.
But at least for now, it seemed that he was indeed too suspicious.
Sauk mocked himself in his heart. Perhaps it was because this battle was too easy, so easy that it was unbelievable. However, the 20 to 30 Coast Guards who were killed by the undead did not seem to know about this. It seemed that there was no trap in this. He stood on the city wall and took one last look at the direction of Fathom Harbor. He planned to walk down the city wall. It was too cold outside, and his colleagues did not want to stay in this terrible weather. They had already found a warm place to hide in the barracks.
At this time, Captain Knight Scherut from Fathom Harbor led a small team of his men to a place not far away from the southern section of the wall of Fort Seacliff. According to Delfien's order, they brought along a wizard. This wizard was from Tónigel and was not very familiar with the others. He just silently maintained a Breath of the Dead spell in the team.
Scherut, who was walking at the front, made a gesture and the whole team stopped. Not far ahead was a 'small team' of undead that was leaving the fort. Under the cold light, they looked like a forest of skeletons. There were more than a hundred skeletons. It could not be helped. To the undead, this was a 'small team' of skeletons.
Scherut frowned. The Coast Guards were not the frontline army of the Kirrlutz. He and his men could barely reach the Silver-level, but it was still a headache to face more than a hundred skeletons, not to mention how many more were behind the fortress. He looked up and saw a sudden shadow on the southern section of the fortress wall not far away. He hurriedly turned back to his subordinates and whispered, "Take care of them."
That's a lich. These low-level skeletons are actually under the command of a lich. As long as we kill the lich commanding them, they won't be a threat anymore. David, take out the holy water you received and pour it on the arrows. We'll kill that guy with one arrow! "
"As long as we kill it, I'll give you a reward!"
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