The sun rose as usual. It was a rare day of good weather.
The blue sky was devoid of any other colour. It was as pure as a girl's dream.
However, Marquis Vincent's face was gloomy as he looked at the burnt walls of Silverymoon City.
He didn't know what had happened in Silverymoon City, but he could guess from the new mental state of the defenders.
This battle was not going to be easy.
Just as he furrowed his brows, Silverymoon City suddenly erupted in cheers.
Not long after, he saw a slender figure standing on the walls of Silverymoon City.
She looked so fragile, as if a gust of wind could blow her away.
However, she seemed to be extremely determined and persistent, as if nothing could break her spine.
The crimson figure stood at the top of the city wall, causing the entire Silver Moon City to erupt in an uproar.
Every time she waved her hand, deafening cheers would erupt from the city.
"Is that the half-elven queen?" Marquis Vincent's tone was filled with complicated emotions.
Fear, envy, anger, and even possessiveness that couldn't be concealed …
"Yes, Lord Marquis." Viscounts Auston nodded, but his heart was filled with doubts.
Since when did Queen Aisha have such high prestige in Silverymoon City?
Marquis Vincent looked at the rising morale on the walls of Silverymoon City and felt that he couldn't wait any longer. The half-elves didn't seem like they would surrender. They were prepared to follow the path of the Northern Frontier to the end.
Thus, he gritted his teeth and said, "Pass down my orders. Attack the city!"
"Yes!"
Wu —
The ear-piercing sound of the bugle interrupted Queen Aisha's show.
She frowned and pushed away the maid supporting her. She pointed outside the city and said loudly, "My people, the enemy has raised their butcher's knife. What should we do?"
"Fight to the end!"
"Fight to the end!"
… …
At this moment, the morale in Silverymoon City had reached its peak. Many half-elven soldiers couldn't wait to fight to the death with the Eastern Frontier.
If this had happened to the Half-elves in the past, this would have never happened.
In the past, the city would have surrendered long ago.
Although the half-elf army lacked training and their battle strength was not high, their will to fight had never been so firm.
Amidst the deafening battle cries, the tragic siege finally began.
Soldiers gathered like ants, arrows like locusts.
The densely packed soldiers of the Eastern Region braved the rain of arrows, filled the trenches, rushed to the bottom of the city wall, set up ladders, and then climbed up.
What greeted them were arrows, stones, and hot oil that kept falling.
Shrill screams and pained cries immediately became the main sound of this battlefield.
The glaring red that could not be concealed was the main color of this battlefield.
The Half-elves and the people of the Eastern Region worked together to turn Silvermoon City into a meat mill.
The city wall became mottled after such a fierce battle. Corpses piled up on top of the city wall, and blood flowed down the battlements, mixing with the blood on the city wall.
The once beautiful and exquisite Silver Moon City had become terrifying and horrifying.
The soil beneath the city walls had also become soft and muddy, stained with a faint layer of dark red.
It was not until the sun set in the west that the Eastern Region army stopped their attack.
Countless soldiers retreated like a tide, leaving behind a grotesque pile of corpses.
These corpses surrounded Silvermoon City, making it look like hell had returned to the world.
Immediately, raging flames ignited both inside and outside the city. The two sides were burning the corpses and cleaning up the battlefield.
The air was filled with the stench of burnt flesh, making one nauseous.
Marquis Vincent saw the tenacity of the half-elf defenders on the first day. He could not help but feel a chill run down his spine.
He could not understand at all. Where did the weak and incompetent half-elves who immediately surrendered when they met the Imperial army go?
How did they become a completely different race overnight?
What made him even more disappointed was that from the words of the Eastern Region soldiers who rushed to the top of the city and then retreated, the defenders were all half-elves. There were no humans.
Therefore, the Black Cavalry was not in the city!
This was not beyond Marquis Vincent's expectation.
If he were Colin, he would not use the precious cavalry to defend the city. Instead, he would deploy them outside the city and wait for the Eastern Region's army to attack the city. When they were exhausted, he would kill them from the back and make the final decision.
It was also because he was worried about the Black Cavalry that he did not know where they were hiding that Marquis Vincent felt uneasy even when he was commanding the army to attack the city. He did not dare to attack with all his strength and had to leave most of his troops to guard the rear.
At this moment, Marquis Vincent was caught between a rock and a hard place.
The idea of withdrawing the army once again appeared in his mind, but in the end, he rejected it.
He could not withdraw to the Eastern Region with his tail between his legs.
Otherwise, he would never be able to wash away the shame of being defeated by the half-elves.
With such a shame, how could he inherit the position of Duke of the Eastern Region with a clear conscience? How could he make the Eastern Region's vassals willingly swear loyalty to him?
More than half of the Sky Horse Legion had already been destroyed by him. If he still could not take Silvermoon City, then he would not be able to get past his father.
It must be known that the Duke of Saint Prospero had many children, especially the Earl Of Avon, who was so intelligent that even his father was somewhat afraid of him.
He, Vincent, was not the only candidate for the Duke's position.
Therefore, Marquis Vincent could only grit his teeth and continue to attack the city.
At this time, he was like a gambler who had lost all his money. He knew that he would go bankrupt if he continued, but he simply could not stop.
At dawn the next day, with the rumbling of the military drums, the siege began once again.
Primitive, bloody, brutal … …
Human lives were just cold numbers in this kind of battle. They would not attract the slightest bit of pity or hesitation from the commander.
Indeed, there was no room for too much benevolence in a war. It was a sign of weakness.
Once it was discovered by the enemy and used, it would be the beginning of a disaster.
At this time, the half-elves' casualties were extremely serious. Fortunately, Queen Aisha and Colin's operation had successfully stimulated their blood. A large number of new soldiers were immediately recruited and quickly replenished the city walls.
Every once in a while, Queen Elsa would personally come to the city tower to patrol.
Every time her figure appeared, the half-elves on the frontlines would erupt with amazing fighting strength.
However, compared to the half-elves, the Eastern Region's army was still more elite.
On the third day, the southern city walls of Silvermoon City were almost lost.
Fortunately, Colin saw that the situation was not good. He hurriedly ordered the Knight of Rego and the Knights Of Telde to lead the Angele family's army and the House of Saint Hilde's army to help. Only then were the Eastern Region's soldiers pushed back.
This setback made the Eastern Region's people feel a trace of despair.
On the fourth day, the siege temporarily stopped.
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