Deep in Chalon Forest, Greenskin Citadel.
Heavy snow drifted across the battlefield. An army of 1,500 soldiers marched into the battlefield in an orderly fashion. The shield-wielding swordsmen and sergeants slowly advanced with their shields raised. The crossbowmen and wood elven woodland guards were mixed together, while the dwarven musketeers stood alone in three rows. Nobody wanted to stand in front of the dwarves.
Not far away, Greenskin Fortress was already in shambles. Many places had been completely destroyed. The Goblins tried their best to repair the towers, but the dense rain of arrows and the Dwarves' muskets made the Goblins only dare to hide in the fortress, unable to raise their heads.
"Fire!" Some of the goblin archers tried to fight back. They struggled to get up from behind the walls and fired back at the crossbowmen.
Sparse arrows flew towards the allied soldiers. Many of the serfs raised their shields to block, but a few unlucky ones were still hit. Fortunately, none of the arrows hit their vitals.
"Fey's Light of Protection!" A young witch apprentice was trying her best to cast a spell.
Fey's Light of Protection, a level 2 spell, was a simple protective spell.
Platinum light surrounded the apprentice. The apprentice tried to gather the power of the Wind of Magic, but the vague feeling made her feel very painful.
"Focus! Naomi, imagine, imagine your own magical construct. Then fill it with the power of the Wind of Light and release it all at once! "Veronica instructed loudly." Focus! Control yourself! "
"Control …" The apprentice tried her best to concentrate, and the power of the Wind of Light slowly took shape in her mind.
The bright Wind of Light was finally under the control of the Apprentice Witch named Naomi. The Apprentice Witch released a protective light that enveloped the serfs. This was a very basic protective spell, and its actual effect was only so-so. The Light of Protection could only protect the soldiers from ordinary arrows and basic spears, and it only lasted for two to three minutes. This Apprentice Witch's Light of Protection could only cover a row of seven or eight soldiers, and the effect could only be said to be better than nothing.
However, this was an extremely valuable experience for the apprentices who had not left their rooms for long periods of time. This was the first time the apprentices had experienced what it was like to be on the battlefield. Many soldiers were injured because they could not cast their spells in time. Some even lost their lives forever.
This was the cruelty of war.
Veronica nodded in satisfaction when she saw that the apprentices had finally experienced what war was like. She then chanted a powerful incantation, and a large cloud of fire elemental gradually formed in front of her.
A fire elemental air mass that was bigger than a cow exploded and burned in the air, melting all the snow on the ground.
It was an eighth-circle spell, Pyroblast!
Veronica's witch, Katherine, also chanted, "Flashing Scorching Gaze!"
A white ball of light condensed in front of Catherine. Blazing Gaze was a fourth-circle spell. It was one of the few spells that dealt direct damage.
"Ahhh! I don't think I can touch that fireball! " The goblin shaman on the wall was scared out of his wits. He shouted the name of his mount wolf. "Don't blame me, boys. I've said it before. If you can't hold on, I'll run faster than you can!"
Having said that, the goblin shaman rode on his mount wolf and rushed towards the mine below the fortress.
"You still want to run?" Veronica shouted, and a terrifying Pyroblast flew towards the goblin shaman. The cloud of fire elemental didn't fly very fast, but the Pyroblast didn't show any signs of stopping even after destroying a section of the wall, a watchtower, and a statue of Hell.
"Ahhh! I think I'm going to die from the explosion! " The goblin shaman howled in pain as he urged his mount wolf to run for his life. The flames of the Pyroblast ignited the mount wolf's butt. The mount wolf couldn't stop moaning from the heat.
"Boom!" There was a huge explosion, and only ashes were left behind.
The dwarf engineer, Dugan Ironman, raised his thumb and pointed at the gate of the Greenskin Citadel. "The angle is forty-three degrees!"
"Forty-three degrees!" The dwarf's heavy cannon turned and aimed at the gate. The engineer took out a cast iron shell and stuffed it into the barrel.
"Fire!"
"Bang!" With a dull sound, the cannonball drew a perfect parabola in front of everyone's eyes. A wisp of green smoke dispersed in the air, and the city gate exploded. Wood chips flew everywhere, and a large hole was blasted in the tall city gate by the cannonball.
"Kill! Kill! " The soldiers rushed to the crack in the gate. Many goblins were behind them, trying to block the hole with wooden planks and stones. Sergeant Deniz immediately pointed at the gate. "Destroy them!"
"Ahhh!" The soldiers and crossbowmen rushed forward. More than ten crossbows crowded the gate and shot out a row of arrows. The goblins were hit by the arrows. The Royal Knight, Hecks, shouted, "Those who are reloading, retreat! Those who are reloading, advance!"
The soldiers who were reloading retreated, while those who were reloading their crossbows crowded around the hole in the gate. They aimed and fired, and the goblins who wanted to block the gate suffered heavy casualties.
"We can't hold on, we can't hold on!" The goblins tried many times to repair the hole in the city gate, but to no avail. Their morale was greatly reduced. The serf soldiers raised their crude battering rams and smashed them on the key parts of the city gate. The wood that tied the gate made a painful sound as it broke.
The gate collapsed, and a large group of Ranger Knights and soldiers charged into the Green-Skinned Stronghold. They shouted the name of the Lady and killed all the living creatures in sight. The Serf soldiers followed closely behind. The goblins weren't powerful creatures. After a series of battles, the Serf soldiers weren't fearful of the Orcs and Goblins. The sporadic resistance in the Stronghold was quickly drowned out by the Human army. The Wood Elves and Dwarves, who were eager for loot, also joined in.
"The goblins have nowhere to run, Lord Angelo," Holy Grail Knight Armand said happily to Angelo, who was a stone's throw away from the Stronghold.
The white bearskin on Angelo's back was covered in snow. He held a large bag in his hand. Inside it was vibranium — the strongest metal known in the Old World. "Very good. The goal of this training has been achieved. My goal has also been achieved."
"I'll leave the rest to you. Armand, I'll be here. Clean up the battlefield and burn down the Stronghold. Then, we can break camp and retreat. After this battle, the Green-Skinned Creatures and Orcs in Chalon Forest won't be able to recover for another ten to twenty years." Angelo nodded calmly and said, "Go. Don't let my brother down."
"Lord Angelo, aren't you going to take a look?" Armand mounted his pure-blooded elven warhorse. "You are the general appointed by the count," he said, "You are the general appointed by the count."
"Ha ~ My brother asked me to come here because he wanted me to become a mountain. A mountain cannot move. If a mountain moves, we have already lost this war." Angelo raised his bottle of premium Kislöw Vodka, which was sparkling and translucent. Snowflakes fell on the bottle, making it look like a beautiful snow scene in winter. "Go."
"Yes, sir!" Angelo was not a Holy Grail Knight, but Armand knew how powerful the man in front of him was. The flag bearer and the deputy general did not say anything else and rode their horses away.
Angelo raised his head and drank the vodka in one gulp. Then, he wiped his mouth clean with his big hand. Without the Butcher Nail, the World Eater Geno Prototype had realized that wisdom and a careful strategy could get him what he wanted.
"This kind of life is really comfortable." The excitement of the Vodka made Angelo feel very comfortable. He looked at the burning Green-Skinned Stronghold and laughed.
…
At seven o 'clock in the evening, the Earl held a small banquet in the castle. The banquet was held in the hall of the castle. The servants lit the stove, and the host and guests sat around the long table. It was a happy atmosphere.
More than ten Gryphon Knights were lined up on Clayon's left. Most of them had beards and wore the Empire's aristocratic attire. All of them exuded a ferocious aura, with a red and white coat of arms with a yellow gryphon symbol. The leader was Clayon's sworn brother, Gryphon Count Anton Ferdinand.
On the right side of Laing was his fiancée, Suria. Then, there were twelve Holy Grail Knights. They were the Holy Grail Knights sent to protect the Lake Goddess Witch, Morgiana. They had a variety of family coats of arms, but the symbol of the Holy Grail was the same.
The servants lined up to bring the food. The first to come up was the butler, Katzenberg, who brought bread and butter. Then, the wine servant and his assistant brought wine and beer.
"I have prayed to the Lady. I will not and cannot say anything, Anton." Laing sat on the main seat of the banquet. The bright magic chandelier lit up the entire hall. The Earl was well-dressed. He said to his sworn brother in an ambiguous tone, "I am the Lady's Chosen Champion. I cannot do anything as I please."
Anton was stunned for a moment. Then, he quickly nodded to express his understanding. "I understand, I understand."
If any other knight told the Griffin Earl that it was the Lady of the Lake's intention, Anton would definitely think that the knight was talking nonsense. However, if it was Laing who said it, Anton believed it without a doubt.
According to the Empire's intelligence network, Laing was greatly favored by the Lady of the Lake. As the patron saint of the Knight King, the Lady of the Lake had appeared or performed miracles by his side many times. Originally, Ivan had tried to introduce a girl to Laing. While he was still looking for a candidate, the news came that Laing was already engaged.
Anton then turned his attention to Suria. The noble and charming female knight was the first daughter of François, Duke of Winford. Moreover, the marriage was sanctioned by the Lady of the Lake. Even by Anton's own standards, Marquess Suria was the best match. However, the fact that the Lady of the Lake had chosen such a beautiful noble girl to marry Laing was already very telling.
The Dark Elf maid, Olica, carried an iron plate with tomato Tyrell noodles, a half-boiled egg, and a large piece of snowflake steak. The meat of the snowflake steak was tender, with a moderate amount of fat and lean. In addition, there were also dwarven Bagman beer and wood elves' exquisite snacks on the table.
Not only the Griffin Knights of the Empire had never tasted these delicacies before, but even the Grail Knights who had been stationed in Laing's place for a long time had never tasted these delicacies. Everyone was talking and laughing. The Grail Knights had a good relationship with many knights of the Empire.
"May I ask, the Lady of the Lake's decree is …" Anton whispered to Laing, "I don't mean to pry into the Lady of the Lake's decree. I mean …"
"I will remain silent and neutral in this war, Anton." Laing forked a piece of snowflake steak and whispered in Anton's ear, "The Lady of the Lake doesn't want to see internal strife among the humans, but she also doesn't allow me to oppose Lord Kasvann. The first Duke of Palawon, Agilgel, was one of the twelve first Grail Knights. The Palawon family has a long history in the kingdom."
Several thoughts flashed through Anton's mind, and he reluctantly nodded, "I know you've done your best, Laing. This result is not bad, but can you persuade the other dukes, especially Lord Berchemund and Lord François, to remain neutral?"
He needed Laing to come up with something solid, otherwise he would not be able to report back to the Empire.
Laing seemed to be thinking. He ate the beef silently.
Anton was also very calm. Both of them fell into silence.
At the banquet, the Grail Knights and Griffin Knights were competing in drinking. They were eating meat in big mouthfuls. Several Grail Knights gathered together could eat a whole pig's meat and a whole barrel of wine. If Laing had not been promoted to Count and had a large family, he would not have the capital to let these Grail Knights eat as much as they wanted.
As the mistress of the castle, Suria cleverly coordinated all the people at the banquet. Many small conflicts were reduced to nothing. The noble's long dress swayed gently. All the knights at the banquet were very willing to give face to the mistress. Everyone was happy.
The female knight walked around and came to Anton, "Brother Anton, for your health and everyone's health, please let us drink this glass."
"Okay!" Anton did not say much. With the help of the servant, he drank a glass of wine, "Salutations to you, Madam Suria."
"Salutations to you, my brother!" With a smile on her face, the female knight picked up the goblet. She just took a sip. Her ivory skin was slightly red. It seemed that she was drunk.
After drinking the glass, the female knight naturally leaned on Laing and said casually, "Mr. Anton, please understand Laing's difficulties. Some things are not easy for him to decide. He is just a Count. There are not many things that he can use to persuade the Duke."
Laing seemed to be a little dissatisfied. He gently pinched Suria's hand and complained something in her ear.
The action of the fiancé couple could not be hidden from Anton's eyes. He kind of understood what Laing meant.
The Gryphon Count waved his hand at the Gryphon Knights. "Bring that over!"
"Yes!" Two Griffin Knights who seemed to have drunk too much immediately recovered their sobriety and reason.
Laing looked at Anton with a puzzled look.
"Laing, I know this matter is a little troublesome. It is really difficult for you to be sandwiched between us, so I will not treat you badly." Anton had a faint smile on his face, "This time, I brought you something good. Do you want to know what it is?"
Two Griffin Knights pushed a huge square box in from the outside. Anton raised his hand and motioned everyone to take off the black cloth.
"This is?!"
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