In the meeting room, the Lake Goddess Witch Morgiana sat at the head of the table. She still looked very weak and only managed to walk in with the help of Olica and Suria. She was wearing a blue dress and was listening at the side.
Seeing Morgiana come in, all the knights and nobles in the room stood up to show their respect. Seeing Morgiana's weak state, the knights were very sad. Then, endless hatred for vampires and dryads rose in their hearts.
"You can discuss among yourselves. I'll just listen. I'll leave the rest to you." Morgiana nodded slowly, then gave Laing a look. Laing understood. "Let's begin, my Duke."
Francois nodded knowingly.
A huge map was placed in the middle of the table. Laing first introduced the situation. "The vampire army has been dispatched. According to the report of the scouts, this vampire army is about twenty thousand strong. They are currently stationed at the Grismori River, led by the Red Duke. Excluding the large number of zombies, the most elite troops in this army are two squads of Blood Knights personally led by the Red Duke himself, a squad of desecrated Black Grail Knights, several brigades of barren grave guards, hundreds of bloodthirsty Akasha Ghosts, and a group of bloodthirsty Batwolves. In addition, hundreds of Undead Knights are heading to the frontlines."
"Duke Bodrick of Bordero is leading five infantry regiments and about two thousand knights in Turis Castle, facing the vampire army across the river. Among them, the most elite troops are undoubtedly the Sea God Knights. The castle's defense is strong, and Lord Bodrick has deployed many catapults to assist in the defense. The vampire army has fought with Lord Bodrick many times, but the Red Duke, who lacks heavy siege weapons, is unable to break through Turis Castle for the time being."
Looking at the map, the few of them understood the situation. Francois said in a low voice, "The situation doesn't look that optimistic. Bodrick's army is too small, and if we can't win quickly against the undead, there will be more and more of them."
The few of them frowned. It seemed that the situation of this war was not optimistic.
"The news I received here is that His Excellency Bodrick once attempted to lead the Sea God Knights out of the castle to attack the rear, but he was repelled by the Blood Knights. After that, he defended the castle and waited for reinforcements." Jerrold's voice was muffled. "We have to get to Turis in time to support Bodrick, or he might not be a match for the Red Duke."
Julius's expression did not look that serious. On the contrary, this Royal Knight was eager for the upcoming war. "Then let's go straight to Turis and support Lord Bodrick!"
"Laing, what do you think?" François asked Laing.
Laing shifted his gaze to Turisse Castle. Across the river from Turisse Castle was Muxilon to the east, while the Spire Palace was to the west. Duke Bordero was indeed good at picking places. Regardless of whether it was from Muxilon or the Spire Palace, they would have to pass through Turisse Castle. He pondered for a moment before saying, "We are at a disadvantage in terms of numbers. If we send reinforcements like this, we will continue to be at a disadvantage."
Everyone nodded.
"I have a plan," Laing said softly. "This may require everyone's help and cover …"
… …
The next day, François set out with more than two thousand reinforcements. The Duke brought most of his own troops along with two hundred elites from Laing's territory. In addition, dwarves appeared in Vanford's army for the first time in hundreds of years. Dwarves traveled on foot and were very slow compared to knights. However, dwarves were a race that could march without stopping. They could eat and drink on the way. Not only were a dozen dwarves not left behind, they even ran to the front of the army.
Laing and Jerrold did not appear in the army. Suria was also left behind in Baron Zeon's territory. On the other hand, François brought all of Laing's rangers with him. His son, Julius, was also by his side.
A black dwarven heavy cannon was placed on a carriage. Three strong mules were working hard to pull the carriage. The dwarf engineer, Dugan Ironman, followed behind the horses. He was riding on a wild boar with some difficulty.
This was a deal between him and the Ranger Knight Angeron. He had crafted a heavy four-shot gun for Angeron. When loaded with mercury bullets, this four-shot gun could deal tremendous damage at close range. The price Angeron paid was a strong little wild boar for the Engineer Walker. Dugan spent a lot of effort to tame it and make it his mount.
The body structure of a wild boar was different from that of a horse, but this was not a problem for Dugan. He specially made a wild boar saddle and proudly sat on the wild boar, becoming the dwarf's boar engineer knight.
François's eyes constantly swept over the dwarven heavy cannon. The huge body of the cannon, the black muzzle, and the golden patterns all spoke of the exquisite workmanship of the dwarves. The dwarven heavy cannon was shorter and thicker than the Empire's cannons, but its range and power were better than the Empire's cannons. It was also not particularly troublesome to carry. Compared to the trebuchets that required 5-8 carts to load and the hours to assemble, the dwarven cannon could be said to be very convenient.
The Duke knew the power of such a powerful weapon. As a Grail knight, he himself was not afraid of it. The Duke could cut a cast iron cannonball in half with a swing of his sword. Even if he was hit, it would be difficult to injure him. However, his army could not. So François tried to start a conversation. "I heard that the bearded people encountered a lot of difficulties. It was Laing who helped you."
"Even without Sir Laing, we could have made it through. The people of the mountains are never afraid of trouble." Dugan immediately retorted. The dwarf engineer's face was full of pride. "Dwarves never beg others, I mean it."
Dugan's arrogance immediately caused a lot of dissatisfaction among the knights. The knights of Brittany had never suffered such arrogance before. Immediately, a young ranger took out his white gloves, wanting to duel with the dwarf.
François waved his hand to indicate that it was fine. The Duke was wearing a luxurious full-body mithril plate armor today, a shining blue pegasus feather cape with white stripes flapping in the wind. The unicorn sword at his waist shone brightly. His expression was gentle as he waited for the dwarf to continue speaking.
As expected, after putting on a brave front, Dugan still had more to say. "But perhaps it's just as you said, Your Grace, we've been wandering around the mountains for too long. The children are starving, and we've been thirsty for too long. Now that we're in Duke Leon's territory, we have a new home, enough ale, and work, we're very satisfied."
"What about your original home?" Asked Francois. His Excellency the Duke was in a leisurely mood. Even in the midst of a nervous march, he showed enough elegance and nobility to make him look handsome and unrestrained.
"My clan is called the Angerande clan. We are the people of the once glorious Kalaz Ba Feng Mountain. The great 'Mountain of the Queen of the Silver Abyss' was once second only to the Eternal Peak, Kalaz Ba Feng Mountain, the great fortress of the High King's capital." Dugan said in a sorrowful tone. "About a thousand years ago, the underground tunnels of Ba Feng Mountain were connected to the Demon Rat Empire. On the surface, the dwarves built an indestructible fortress. But underground, we couldn't tell which tunnels led to where, and which needed to be defended. On the surface, we had to deal with the Green Dwarfs, and underground, we had to deal with the Rat Men. Even so, we held on for more than a hundred years …"
Dugan didn't finish his sentence. François understood. "I'm sorry."
"This has nothing to do with humans." But Dugan didn't appreciate it. The dwarf just kept talking to himself. "Our king, Bellegar, is still trying to gather the scattered clansmen. Sigh … but we just want to live in our new home."
An army of more than two thousand people was moving on the road to support Bordero. In the shade of the roadside trees, a few bats were hanging upside down under the thick branches of the trees.
Two bats were whispering to each other. "It's the reinforcements. Winford's reinforcements are already on the way. We must report to the Red Duke immediately!"
"We haven't completed the mission to find the Blood Knights. The Lich King doesn't believe that Anak can bring thirteen Blood Knights and disappear into the forest without a trace! Even if they did encounter a group of Grail Knights, it's not like none of them could escape! "
"But we've been searching for more than ten days. We can't waste any more time. We must report the news that Winford's reinforcements are about to arrive immediately … Laing Macado didn't set off with Winford's reinforcements?"
"Yes, he seems to be waiting for the other dukes' reinforcements. That's why he's staying in Jean Town."
"What an idiot. No matter what, let's go back first."
"Alright."
The two bats flapped their wings and flew away.
At the same time, Laing was standing in his master's room in Baron Jean Castle. The dark elf maid approached him from behind. "Master, Sir François has left the territory with the army."
"Very good!" Laing nodded. He pulled open a corner of the curtain. Outside the castle, a few bats were wandering in an inconspicuous place.
"Frost Arrow!" With a shout, a ball of frost energy instantly exploded the bats. The sorceress Teresa raised her purple staff and patrolled Laing's castle.
"That's a necromancy spell. It can summon bats as magic puppets. A good necromancer can control these bats from a distance and share their vision. It's an important means of investigation." Olica stood behind Laing and said softly, "Master, two waves of magic puppets have been eliminated. Under such circumstances, even the most powerful necromancer will need to rest."
Beside the room, Morgiana the Lake Goddess lay weakly on the sofa in the master's room. She was covered with a blanket. Morgiana's expression was calm and her voice was soft. "Laing, you must have a plan. Otherwise, you would've followed François into battle."
"Yes, in fact, I think that even if I go to the frontlines, I won't be able to change the situation. There are more than twenty thousand vampires on the other side, and they're still increasing. My people won't be able to change the situation." Laing let down the curtain and walked to Morgiana's side. "I need another way to help Duke Bodrick," he said gently.
Morgiana turned her head away. She didn't seem to care about this matter. "This is your problem. It has nothing to do with me. Just do what you want."
The Lake Goddess's small hand reached out from under the blanket. She held an amulet made of wool and handed it to Laing. She had been bored for a long time and had made it herself. "Take this, Laing. May the Lady grant you victory."
There was an image of a golden Holy Grail on the amulet. There was no divine power or magic on it, but Laing could feel Morgiana's intentions. Laing's calm and smiling face was touched. He closed his eyes and took the amulet from Morgiana. "Your Highness, your blessing is better than anything. You've ignited the courage in my heart. This is more useful than any blessing."
"Go." Morgiana's green eyes were very complicated. She knew that she didn't hate Laing, but the relationship between the two was very awkward. She watched Laing leave the room and let out a long sigh. "Olica? I'm tired. I want to rest. "
"Yes, Your Highness." The dark elf nodded, and the maid helped Morgiana's soft and boneless body up and walked towards the prayer room. During this period of time, the prayer room had been converted into the living room of the Lake Goddess Witches.
Lying on the soft down mattress, the Lake Goddess Witch suddenly called out to Olica, "Dark Elf."
Olica turned around. "What's the matter? Your Highness? "
"You're definitely not an ordinary dark elf. I've investigated your origin." Morgiana said casually.
"This is not a suitable time to talk about this, Your Highness." Olica's calm face changed. "I'm staying by Laing's side because of your lady's permission. He's now my master and my only one."
"…" Morgiana wanted to say something more, but she saw a small transparent glass bottle in Olica's hand. There was a purple cyclone in the bottle. Morgiana saw the thing in the bottle and her face changed slightly. She said calmly, "Since the lady has agreed, I don't have much opinion. I hope you can be a good maid."
The dark elf sneered. "Seeing that you're also my master's … We can live in harmony, Your Highness."
…
Coming out of the master room, Laing put away the touched expression on his face and replaced it with a serious one. He walked down the stairs to the second floor. In the meeting room, all the people he needed were ready.
The female knight Suria, the paladin Alfred Frey, the royal knight Sir Jerrold, the sorceress Teresa, the witch Veronica, the half-elf Astaire, the ranger Dais, and the little maid Emilia had all arrived. They all stood in the meeting room. "My Baron!"
"Everyone's here. Very good." Laing walked to the main seat and sat down. Suria sat beside him. "Laing, do you have something to announce?"
"Yes, I have something to announce to everyone." Laing nodded and signaled for everyone to listen. "I have a plan here, and I need everyone's help."
"Plan?"
"My plan is …"
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