On the tenth day of the siege, the undead finally launched a ferocious attack. Under the leadership of several tomb ghouls, several skeleton warriors and zombie legions launched a fierce attack on the walls of Montfort Castle. The attacks of the undead army came in waves, bringing great pressure to the defenders.
At this time, Duke Fulcade personally led the knights of Montfort to patrol the walls. His shouts and lectures, full of fighting spirit and hope, multiplied the courage of the defenders. After several bloody battles on the frontlines, the undead army that barely managed to climb up the walls were defeated by the defenders.
In particular, one of the expeditionary knights wearing a golden dragon cross helmet beside Forcade was extraordinarily brave. When a Vampiric Akasha descended from the sky and attacked the garrison on the city wall, the knight killed it with a single thrust of his spear.
Fulcade personally went to the frontlines to boost the morale of the entire castle. He pulled out his longsword and shouted, "Fire! Soldiers! Destroy the undead army! Victory belongs to Montfort, for the Lady and the King, for Brittany! "
The dozens of cannons on the castle fired continuously. The sizzling sound of igniting fuses and the pungent smell of black gunpowder rang out one after another. In the roar of tens of thousands of cannons, solid bullets landed in the undead army formation, causing the entire undead army formation to be in a mess. In particular, the tall tomb evil spirits fell one after another, greatly reducing the pressure on the frontline.
"For Montfort! Soldiers, counterattack! Where is my trebuchet? " Fulcade personally went to the frontlines to fight. The duke himself was a powerful knight of the kingdom. He swung his sword and cut a zombie that had just climbed up the walls into two. Filthy flesh and blood splattered all over his face. However, the duke himself ignored his knight's request for him to retreat. Fulcade roared, "That's a battering ram! Destroy it! Destroy it! "
"Adjust the angle!" The army of the Duchy of Montfort wasn't fighting alone. A large number of expatriates from the Empire were more than willing to lend them a helping hand. Due to the frequent trade between the Duchy of Montfort and the Empire, the relationship between the Duchy and the Empire was excellent. In addition to spending a lot of money to import a large number of obsolete old cannons from the Empire, the expatriates from the Empire who lived here also picked up weapons and joined the battle. Most of them only had a scimitar and a musket in their hands, while a few held halberds, swords, shields, and long-barreled muskets. They roared and unleashed their might. The retired engineers and musketeers from the Empire and the Brittanian serf archers rained down gunpowder and arrows. The freemen and serf infantry squads knocked down the tide of undead from the city wall time and time again.
Just above the walls, a dozen giant catapults and cannons aimed at the giant battering ram that was being carried forward by the undead. The battering ram was very simple, but it was engraved with many necromancy runes. Under Kemmler's power, the battering ram was fully strengthened.
Eight tomb wraiths were pushing the battering ram forward. The rotten metal on the tip of the battering ram was blessed with dark green necromancy magic. Foxard was terrified. He would not allow the battering ram to reach the castle gate. "Open fire, soldiers! Shoot at the legs of the tomb wraiths!"
The soldiers on the walls shouted in response. The defenders' firepower was enough to take care of the battering ram. Even the serf archers on the sides were busy firing arrows from their quivers.
The tomb wraiths had thick skin and flesh, so they did not feel the pain of the old muskets and serf bows. Even if one or two tomb wraiths fell, the others behind them would immediately replace them.
At this time, a row of cannons on the walls opened fire. Several cannons were loaded. Except for one cannon, which unfortunately blew up completely, the rest of the cannons fired seven or eight bullets at the battering ram.
The black bullets flew directly towards the battering ram, making a small sound in the air. Kemmler, who was supervising the battle in the middle of the army, narrowed his eyes and loudly chanted a spell, "Day of the Dead, all things wither, the lives of all souls, answer me!"
"Fourth-circle spell, Bone Wall!"
In front of the battering ram, a low wall made of countless bones was erected. When the solid shells landed on the wall, they left a few big holes in it. The white bones made of magic shattered into countless pieces.
The battering ram was unharmed under Kemmler's protection. Just as Kemmler was about to signal for the battering ram to continue forward, two stones flying from the top of the castle entered his field of vision.
The counterweight of the catapult rotated, and the stones that were thrown out went around the Bone Wall and hit the top of the battering ram. The simple wooden structure was smashed into pieces by the stones, and a tomb wraiths were smashed into a pile of disgusting meat paste on the spot.
"Hmph! Lucky. " Kemmler snorted coldly, shook his head, and turned to leave the middle of the army. Matthew Bard watched the whole process and did not say a word. When he saw Kemmler leave, he also turned to leave.
The high walls were filled with cheers of victory. Forcade and his personal knights immediately mounted their horses and charged on the walls. Relying on the textbook knight charge, the defenders finally defeated the skeleton warriors and zombies who climbed up the walls using simple wooden ladders. As the last skeleton warrior was defeated and thrown off the walls, the Graveyard Army that lost the battering ram was forced to retreat.
Montfort Castle was defended once again. After paying the price of hundreds of serfs and a dozen knights, the Graveyard Army slowly retreated.
"Thank you, Kalad. If it weren't for your help, the castle gate would have been lost." Looking at the retreating undead army, Duke Forcade said to an expedition knight standing beside him, "You came to Montfort's rescue in time. On behalf of the entire duchy, I am eternally grateful for your kindness."
"It is my duty to fight against evil." Kalad, the Expeditionary Knight, had been on the road to the Holy Grail for more than a year. This powerful Expeditionary Knight rode his own Elven Warhorse and set off from Brittania. The Expeditionary Knight's main contributions included:
He fought against a Four-Armed Ox Demon and a Cyclops in the Rick Territory, killed a Goblin Shaman in the Wesson Territory, single-handedly beheaded a Wyvern, single-handedly dealt with two Green-Skinned Warlords in the Blackfire Pass in the Ivy Territory, single-handedly killed a Necromancer in the Steer Territory, single-handedly killed a Bile Troll and a Nurgle champion in the Ostmark Territory.
After that, Kalad went north to Kislöw. He and Kislöw's Bear Cavalry fought against the Chaos Raiders in the North. He single-handedly defeated five Barbarian Tribal Chiefs and dispelled the Barbarian Raiding Alarm. Then, he went west to Ostmark and Nord Territory and slaughtered two Orc tribes. After receiving François's message, Kalad returned to Brittany and prepared to participate in Laing and François's war against the Blackstone Stronghold.
Along the way, Kalad had many achievements and honors.
On the way, he received a dream from the Fairy of the Lake. She told him that the Graveyard Army had surrounded Montfort Castle. Kalad did not stop and immediately rushed to support Duke Fulcade.
"The siege has been going on for ten days. We still haven't heard any news of reinforcements." Duke Fulcade was a middle-aged man in his fifties. Of course, he was also a Legendary Knight. Seeing the Undead retreat, the duke himself stood at the top of the castle and looked at a gap in the wall.
It was a gap created by Kemmler's spell. There, the surface of the wall had collapsed due to Necromancy. The originally white wall was black and bubbling.
Duke Fulcade did not choose to let the Holy Maiden of the Lake and the Prophet of the Lake to help him. He chose to hire a Wizard from the Royal Empire Wizard Academy. This Light Wizard brought his apprentices to the wall to chant spells and repair the wall. The Wind of Light blew away the Necromancy and swept up the broken stones. Montfort's craftsmen immediately went to repair the gap in the wall.
"Reinforcements will come." "Please understand, my Duke," Kalad said in a low voice. "The invasion of Chaos last year severely depleted the armies of the northern duchies. It's not easy to organize an army. You know, Duke Hagan of Gisoleiox lives in Culona all year round. It'll take him a lot of time just to get back to his territory and gather an army."
"I know. We can't count on the Northerners, but what about the arrogant Southerners? What about Berchemund and his Brotherhood of Red Dragons? What about Francois and his Brotherhood of Champion Knights of Quintilian Order? Why are you the only one I see? What about the Lady's Chosen One? Laing Macado? I've already asked them for help, but they haven't come yet. If they don't come, the castle will fall. " Duke Fulcade of Montfort was a little irritated at first, but he soon sighed and said, "The food rations have been halved, Kalad, my friend. Even so, the food rations of tens of thousands of people are still too much for this castle to support. Including my personal storage room, the food reserves can only last for another twenty days to a month, and that's the most optimistic estimate! I can wait, but my subjects can't. "
The Duchy of Montfort had always relied on grazing to harvest food. Every year, the duchy had to import large amounts of food from other duchies in the Empire and Brittany to maintain its food supply. Recently, the Axebite Pass had been destroyed, and the trade route could not be restored for the time being. The castle didn't have much food to begin with, and now, tens of thousands of refugees had rushed in.
After patrolling the castle's defensive line, Duke Fulcade and Kalad stood on the observation platform and looked down at the Duchy of Montfort and the peaks of the Grey Mountains. Surprisingly, the defenders and refugees were still full of fighting spirit. Their morale was high, and many people in Montfort believed that the Lady of the Lake was watching the battle. In order to protect their homeland, the refugees took up their weapons and swore to fight to the death with the undead.
The people of Montfort are always so special, the expeditionary knight Kalad thought to himself as he looked at the determined Duke Fulcade.
Almost all the land of the Duchy of Montfort was within the Grey Mountains, so almost all the people here were skilled mountaineers. After years of facing the threat of the Green Dwarfs and the harsh environment, the people of Montfort gradually became stubborn and tough. They welcomed all their human compatriots and outsiders, but were very hostile to all non-human races, including elves, halflings, and dwarves. This was also reflected in Duke Fulcade himself.
Duke Fulcade was a staunch human supremacist. He insisted that only humans were destined to rule the world, so he was very hostile to dwarves, halflings, and elves. More than once, he had ordered the expulsion of dwarves and the burning of elves as Chaos mutants. Of course, the fact that Laing had taken in a large number of dwarves and elves made Fulcade very unhappy. He had repeatedly suggested that King Richard punish Laing because Laing had to be "pure" as the Lady of the Lake's Chosen Champion.
Purity in various senses. Generally speaking, Duke Fulcade did not hate Laing as a person, but what he did. He hated the fact that Laing was associated with dwarves and elves. As the Lady of the Lake's Chosen Champion, how could Laing hang out with pointy ears and dwarves all day long? What was wrong with that?
On the other hand, Duke Fulcade was a very friendly person to his people. He established a system of almshouses, reduced taxes for the hardworking serfs, and cooperated with the Temple of the Goddess of Mercy to provide free medical treatment (for a limited number of common diseases). He welcomed all his human compatriots to settle here. Not only did he tolerate the preaching of the Church of Justice, but he also built the largest temple of the Church of Justice in Brittany. He also often led the army to protect his people. Therefore, when defending the city, all his people were willing to fight for him, including the expatriates of the Empire.
Sometimes, people were just that complicated.
At this time, the Duke's steward arrived. He was wearing a beret on his head, and he said in a low voice, "My Duke, there's a change in the refugees."
"What change?" As the sky darkened, Duke Fulcade suddenly turned around. Hearing this, Kalad was also shocked.
The lower area of Montfort Castle was now filled with people. A large number of refugees had gathered together to pass their days. The smell of human bodies and feces spread throughout the lower area and the residential area. Order was barely maintained by the suppression of many soldiers. If there was a riot at this time, the castle's defense would be destroyed.
"There's a rumor among the refugees, which has boosted their morale." The steward swallowed and continued, "There's a rumor among the refugees that the Lady's Chosen Champion, Count Laing Macado, and Duke François of Vanford, His Excellency, are gathering an unprecedentedly large army. This reinforcements will eliminate all the undead once and for all. This rumor has spread from the lower class to the upper class. My Duke, even many knights believe it now."
There were about 2,300 registered knights in the Duchy of Montfort, and about 1,500 of them were in the castle.
At first, Duke Fulcade wanted to scold the rumor for being ridiculous, but he immediately realized that he and his people needed this rumor. Even if it was a lie, the Duke still wanted to use it.
Therefore, Fulcade nodded. "I see. Don't worry about it. That's all."
"Yes, my Lord." The steward left.
The Duke was still worried. He asked hesitantly, like a drowning man grasping at a straw. "Will Mr. Laing come to help?"
"Definitely." Kalad's eyes were full of confidence. "He has saved the kingdom from danger many times."
"Ha, I hope so." Fulcade suddenly smiled. He forced a smile. "Fortunately, I chose to attend his wedding and toast him. I don't think I offended him too much."
"Mr. Laing is not that kind of person." Kalad shook his head. He did not want to say too much about this.
"Go rest. This is just a probing attack. The undead will attack even more fiercely!"
"Yes."
...
Early in the morning, Count Glamorgan, Jean Town.
Laing and Belega stood together on a high platform, looking at the gray sky.
The army had been assembled.
Undead, Kemmler, Matthew Bard, Musillon, Montfort. Laing thought about it and turned around. Belega nodded at him, indicating that he should give the order.
"Let's go!"
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