Time passed, and it was already June.
The short spring in the Northern Frontier was coming to an end, and the smell of summer was approaching.
But before the arrival of summer, Winter Castle welcomed the Dwarf army.
The combined forces of the Menham family and the Dawson family had a total of 150,000 soldiers, and they had arrived at Winter Castle.
The army came in a meandering manner. Their banners were bright, and their weapons were in great numbers. They were orderly, and their morale was high. At a glance, they were undoubtedly a strong army.
The elites of the Dwarf Clan had basically gathered here.
When the army arrived, they surrounded Winter Castle and started to set up camp. It was as though they were preparing for a long-term attack.
In the temporary command post of the Dwarf army, the atmosphere was quiet and solemn. Marquis Menham was praying devoutly.
This Marquis Menham was a devout believer of the Radiant Lord. On the surface, he was very devout.
As a vassal race of the Humans, the Dwarves had long abandoned their beliefs and chose to serve the Radiant Lord.
But it was a pity that the Dwarves were unable to become Knights. It was unknown whether it was because they weren't sincere enough or because they couldn't cross the racial gap.
From this point, there was an unresolvable gap between the Dwarves and the Humans.
It was said that the believers of Mother Earth, the deity that the Dwarves once served, were secretly spreading their beliefs.
Of course, as Dwarven nobles, they had to convert to the Radiant Lord. Otherwise, there wouldn't be a place for them in the Radiant Empire.
After finishing his prayer, Marquis Menham lifted his head and scanned the command post.
Although the last princess of the dwarven royal family, the Solinski family, had married into the Dawson family, in reality, the Menham family was the true leader of the dwarves, whether it was in terms of military strength or prestige among the dwarves.
However, not all Dwarven nobles recognized the leadership of the Menham family. At least, the Dawson family didn't.
They had always thought that they were the inheritors of the Sorinski family and that the blood of the Dwarf King flowed in their veins.
Thus, Marquis Dawson didn't like Marquis Menham. He felt that Marquis Menham's prayer was too fake.
"Chilly Winterfell is right in front of us. How should we conquer this Northern Frontier's central city? Do you have any suggestions?" Marquis Menam said in a deep voice with the authority of a superior.
At this moment, he also considered himself to be the commander of the dwarven army.
Although Marquis Dawson was not convinced, he had just suffered a great defeat at the Rapids River. His reputation was severely damaged, and his military strength was far inferior to Marquis Menam's. Therefore, he was unable to snatch the command of the allied army from Marquis Menam.
A dwarven general with bulky limbs spoke, "Marquis Menam, I believe there is no city in the world that our dwarven army cannot conquer! Even Winter Castle was the same!
So, once the engineering team has finished building the siege weapons, we can launch the attack. Let's see how long this so-called strongest city on the Northern Frontier can last! "
The Dwarf general had a hoarse voice, and his tone was bloodthirsty. He didn't think highly of Chilly Winter Castle.
In fact, the Dwarves were very experienced in siege warfare.
Their craftsmen were very good at building siege weapons. Moreover, their short stature was an advantage in siege warfare as they wouldn't be easily hit by the rain of arrows.
Therefore, compared to fighting in the wilderness, the Dwarves were more proficient in siege warfare.
Of course, not all the dwarven generals present were so frivolous. Another dwarven general stood out and cautiously expressed his opinion.
"I don't think we can be careless. I've entered Chilly Winterfell before. I know how sturdy the walls are and how ingenious the design is.
If we attack forcefully, we'll have to pay a heavy price. "
"I think so too," Marquis Dawson, who had been silent, suddenly said.
Marquis Menam frowned slightly. His eyes were fixed on Marquis Dawson as if he was waiting for a further explanation.
Marquis Dawson looked calm as he said, "As a noble of the Northern Frontier, I've studied the defense system of Chilly Winterfell.
First, this is a Winterfell built on a high mountain. If we want to attack, we have to attack from above. The enemy has the high ground and has the advantage of terrain.
Secondly, the walls of Chilly Winterfell are made of the hardest rock, which has been carefully cut and piled up. They are five meters thick, and our siege hammers won't be able to shake them.
Moreover, the walls of Chilly Winterfell are double-layered. Behind the outer wall is an inner wall. The distance between the two walls is 20 meters, and there are 96 towers.
Even if we break through the two walls, don't forget that there's still the Lion's Roar Fort at the top of the mountain!
If we want to attack by force, hehe, I'm afraid we'll have to send in all the elite warriors of the dwarf race. "
As soon as Marquis Dawson's voice faded, a general of the Menham Family shouted, "Sir Marquis Dawson, the war hasn't even started yet. Why are you boasting for the enemy? Are you afraid?"
"Hmph! I just don't want some people to die in vain. "
"Enough. Stop arguing. "Marquis Menam waved his hand and dissuaded them.
After everyone quietened down, Marquis Menam said to Marquis Dawson, "Marquis Dawson, since you don't want to attack, do you have a better suggestion?"
Marquis Dawson stroked his big beard and said calmly, "I think the best method is to surround the Winterfell without attacking."
"Oh? Why? "Marquis Menam asked again.
"The famine at the Northern Frontier is fierce. Even the House of Saint Hilde didn't have enough time to stock up on rations. Moreover, I've investigated and found out that Chilly Winterfell is suffering from a shortage of rations.
As long as we surround the Winterfell and cut off all connections, it won't be long before the Winterfell falls due to the shortage of rations.
That will be our best chance! "
Marquis Menam's eyes flickered, and he was tempted.
While he was pondering over Marquis Dawson's suggestion, he saw a tall and thin figure walk into the command post.
Marquis Menam's eyes focused as he recognized the person.
"Mister Grimm, is that you?"
The person was covered in a large Magician's robe, and his face was hidden in a hood. It was unknown how he walked into the command post of the Dwarven army.
"It's me."
Mister Grimm answered succinctly.
His voice was gloomy and hoarse, as though he was an old man who had one foot in the grave.
Marquis Menam smelled a strong rotting stench, like the stench of a corpse that had been left for a long time.
"Are … you alright?" Marquis Menam asked carefully.
Mister Grimm didn't answer the question.
He said calmly, "Two things.
First, the Black Cavalry and Silvermoon Guard of Icestone City have set off and are heading towards Chilly Winterfell. You have to be careful of your backs.
Second, the Oman Family's army is in Chilly Winterfell. Earl Oman and Viscount Angley have a grudge against each other. You can use this to sow discord between them and weaken Chilly Winterfell … "
Mister Grimm suddenly stopped talking.
The Dwarves looked at each other, not knowing what had happened.
Finally, Marquis Menam asked, "Mister Grimm? Mister Grimm? "
Mister Grimm didn't speak, as though he was stuck. He was like a wooden sculpture that stood motionless on the spot.
Marquis Menam was puzzled. He took a few steps forward to check on Mister Grimm.
After taking a few steps, Marquis Menam stopped, and his eyes were filled with astonishment.
When Marquis Dawson saw this, he was confused. Suddenly, he felt a holy and majestic power enveloping this world. He felt as though he was an insect trapped in amber, completely locked down by this irresistible power and unable to move at all.
"Ai —"
After an unknown period of time, Mister Grimm sighed and regained his ability to move.
Then, he slowly turned around and walked out of the command post.
The dwarven soldiers outside were also rooted to the spot, as if time had been completely frozen for them.
In front of Mister Grimm stood a proud and aloof figure.
It was just a figure, but it emitted a dazzling radiance that made everything else in the world pale in comparison.
Mister Grimm slowly took off his hood, revealing a terrifying face.
The left side of his face had completely rotted, and his black skull could be seen.
The right side of his face was infected as well. Green veins popped out like wriggling maggots as though they were about to explode.
But Mister Xue seemed to be oblivious to the terrifying changes in his body. He greeted the man with a normal expression.
He looked at the Dwarven soldier and said, "Prince Rhich, I didn't expect to see you here."
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