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Over the next few days, Kemmler and his Ancient Tomb Army's attacks were extremely ferocious. Kemmler's black magic passed through the walls one after another. Many of the defenders were swallowed by the undead magic in the blink of an eye, turning into a pool of melting blood and corroded bones. One after another, the Zombie Army and the Skeleton Warrior Army continuously tested the castle's defenses. Black and gray waves attacked the castle every day like the ebb and flow of the tide, never stopping. The undead creatures were tireless and didn't care about casualties. Their attacks caused huge damage to the defenders.
However, Montfort Castle stubbornly held on under the undead's attacks. The castle had been standing on the Axe Pass since before the Brittany was built. After the first Duke of Montfort, Mark Luther, rebuilt the castle and strengthened it to the point where it reached the clouds, Montfort Castle had stood there quietly for thousands of years.
Every time an enemy broke through the gate, the current Duke of Montfort would organize craftsmen to strengthen the castle again. After thousands of years, the castle's defenses had reached a certain extreme. There were turrets, square towers, and large defensive machines all over the city walls. More than a dozen catapults threw rocks at the undead army, and dozens of cannons fired shells at the undead. The sturdiness of Montfort Castle was world-renowned. Duke Fulcade had personally led his knights to charge into the castle several times, driving the enemy away from the city walls and annihilating them.
The moat was filled with the corpses of the undead. The moat no longer resembled its original appearance. Grand Necromancer Heinrich Kaimler, who was standing far away from the castle, gazed at the Montfort Castle expressionlessly.
The attacks were fiercer and fiercer. Most of the undead army suffered heavy casualties on the way to the city walls. The sound of arrows and cannons was like a bloody symphony, playing a symphony of war below Montfort Castle.
Matthew Bard looked at Kemmler with a cold expression. This Necromancer had led his Ancient Tomb Army to besiege Montfort Castle for two weeks, but there hadn't been any progress.
Matthew Bard wasn't optimistic about Kemmler's plan to attack Montfort Castle, but he didn't say a word. He and his two undead knights, a team of blood knights, and a few black holy grail knights didn't make a move.
Kemmler didn't go all out in attacking the city. At the very least, the Necromancer's most elite Undead Knight army and Stone Necromancer army didn't move out. On the contrary, this army was lying in ambush outside.
Matthew Bard understood Kemmler's plan. The necromancer didn't care if he could take down Montfort.
He was waiting for the arrival of his mortal enemy, François!
Duke Musillon remained silent. He thought that Kemmler was still brooding over the Battle of La Messenelle Abbey more than twenty years ago. He was already blinded by hatred. Perhaps Kemmler's plan wasn't to conquer Montfort from the very beginning.
Instead, he lured François here and let Duke Winford fight him to the death.
Matthew Bard looked down on Kemmler's intelligence at first, thinking that this necromancer really didn't have any goals.
However, Duke Musillon immediately let out a self-deprecating laugh. What right did he have to criticize and look down on Kemmler? Wasn't he a person who went crazy because of hatred?
When he was in his teens, he was one of the most skilled, honorable, and devout knights!
However, everything was a lie. After the lich king who raised him told him the truth about the Lake Fairy, he was hurt to the point of grief and anger to the point of insanity. The Lake Fairy's lie had deceived this country for thousands of years. After Matthew Bard learned the truth, he was determined to become the king of Brittany! He was going to save this land from the Lake Fairy and her lies!
The siege lasted for a long time. Soon, a piece of news was sent to the central army.
"A large knight army is on the way to reinforce this place. It is estimated that they will arrive in three days." A lich came to Kemmler's side and whispered in his ear.
The reinforcements were coming faster than expected! Matthew Bard furrowed his brows when he heard the news.
Kemmler was silent for a long time. He raised his head and looked at the Montfort Castle in the distance.
"Tomorrow, we will launch the attack!"
"Yes!"
… …
The next day, in the tide of undead attacking the city, the figures of the graveyard guard army and the bound spirits of the graveyard appeared for the first time. The graveyard guard army was almost invulnerable. The ladders reinforced with necromancy magic were hung full of graveyard guards. Under the command of the necromancers, the graveyard evil spirits hung the ladders on the high city walls. The powerful graveyard guards took large strides up the city tower through the ladders.
The Montfort serfs looked at the graveyard guards in fear. They formed a tight spear formation to meet the strong enemy, but the graveyard guards were too strong.
The first strong graveyard guard climbed up the city wall. The greatsword in his hand chopped down two serf spearmen. The rest of the serfs howled loudly and swarmed up. The city wall turned into a purgatory of flesh and blood. Three or four serf soldiers could only fight against one graveyard guard. Even so, the Montfort serfs still suffered heavy losses. Hundreds and thousands of serfs died here.
"Hold on! Hold on for me! " Duke Fulcade of Montfort stood high on the watchtower and shouted, "Send more soldiers to the breach!"
"Kill!!!!" More serf soldiers rushed up the city walls under the knight's orders and fought to the death with the army of undead.
But soon, black bats and bloodthirsty akasha ghosts joined the battle. These noisy monsters swooped down from the sky. Their sharp claws tore through the serf soldiers' fragile leather and cloth armor and tasted their flesh. The rest of the serf soldiers couldn't escape the terrible fate. Groups of archers screamed and fell off the city walls, landing in piles of bones and undead. Their fates were easy to imagine.
The remaining serf archers fired their arrows in vain at the undead air force. Only a few arrows managed to kill the sky ghosts and bats, who immediately scattered in all directions to avoid the arrows.
The undead air force flew up the city walls. The giant catapults were smashed or broken by the akasha ghosts' claws. The artillerymen in charge of loading the cannons also ducked down to avoid them.
The cannons and catapults on the city tower were forced to stop attacking. The black mass of undead air force went straight for the duke and his knights on the watchtower.
"Flashing Scorching Gaze!" The court wizards of Montfort made their move. The light wizards chanted a spell loudly, and the bright white light blinded the sky ghouls and bats. The power of Hessian's spell dispersed the motley crowd, and they retreated for the time being.
Resisting the threat of the undead air force, Fulcade anxiously rushed to the battlements.
In Fulcade's sight, the city walls were almost completely cleared. Then, five or six sturdy ladders were set up on the battlements. Under the leadership of the graveyard guards, more undead troops climbed up the city walls.
A group of knights wanted to help, but the necromancer's necromancy spell followed. The wind of death whistled through the city walls. More than 30 knights were hit by the wind of death. Their bones and flesh were torn apart, and their armor rotted and turned into dust.
The serf soldiers screamed and began to collapse. In the face of the power of the undead, the struggles of mortals were laughable. The serfs' pikes and swords could not stop the attack of the graveyard guards. The knights were forced to join the battle. There were also the citizens of the Empire. Even though they knew they had no chance of winning, the free militia was still willing to fight to the last moment for the castle. Three groups of citizens of the Empire rushed into the gap in the city walls. They used their flesh and blood to stop the attack of the undead. They shouted the name of Emperor Charlemagne and swore that they would never surrender to the undead.
The undead would not retreat because of the bravery of mortals. The tireless and emotionless graveyard guards used their swords and halberds to harvest the lives of the citizens of the Empire. Every time a mortal died, he would immediately be resurrected by Kemmler's magic and become a zombie or a skeleton warrior. The dead knights would become graveyard guards and undead knights.
Looking down from the Grey Mountains, the western walls of Montfort were billowing with thick smoke. The shadows of the human defenders and the undead army could be seen everywhere on the city walls.
Kalad led a group of elite knights to provide reinforcements everywhere. Relying on the wide and sturdy walls of Montfort, and relying on the group charge of the knights, the crumbling battle line was maintained at a fragile balance point. It could shift at any time.
The battle line was temporarily under control, but this was only temporary. The number of undead was like a rolling snowball. The more they killed, the more there would be.
"They held!" the duke's butler shouted to the duke. "We will win!"
"Yes, we will win!" Duke Fulcade took his cross helmet with a golden castle sculpture from his personal knight. He tightened the mithril plate armor on his body. The family coat of arms with a white city on a black background shone brightly. "In the name of the Lady, we will win!"
"Duke? No, you can't go to the frontlines yourself! "The butler quickly discovered the duke's plan.
"My people need me, and I will respond to their cries!" Duke Fulcade drew his sword. It was the Sword of Montfort that had been passed down from the first Duke of Montfort, Mark Luther. Platinum flames burned on it. "Knights! Listen to me! "
Hundreds of knights drew their swords together. "At your service! My Duke! "
"In the face of evil, we will never yield! In the face of threats, we will never slack off! My knights, protect our territory and our country. Arthur was like that a thousand years ago, and we are like that a thousand years later. Although we can never be compared to our ancestors, my knights! We must gather our courage and fight against the enemy! " Duke Fulcade shouted. His voice was as loud as a bell. "Fight, Knights of Montfort. The Lady will always be with us!"
"For the Lady! For Montfort! "
"For the Lady! For Montfort! "
Roars filled with hope came from the city walls. Duke Fulcade personally led his personal knights into the battlefield. The hymns of the Lake Nymphs rang out from the city walls. The knights of the Duchy of Montfort sang an ancient song in the ancient Breton language. In this day and age where Low Gothic was common, very few people could understand what the song was about.
But it didn't matter. Thick smoke billowed from the city walls. Under the gray sky, the knights' hymns drove away the power of the undead. They charged into the enemy's formation and engaged in a bloodthirsty battle with the undead. The bright sunlight pierced through the sky covered by Kemmler's spell. The divine power of the Lake Nymphs flowed in the hearts of the knights. They were the last line of defense between the civilians and evil.
"Kill! Kill! Advance! " Grand Necromancer Kemmler raised his Skull Staff. The terrifying wind of death swirled back and forth on the city walls. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of soldiers and knights were turned into skeletons.
Below the city walls, giant battering rams were hitting the city gates of Montfort. The huge gates made a terrifying noise. At this time, the defenders could only believe that the city gates were sturdy enough.
Fulcade and his knights gained the upper hand in the battle at first. Large groups of undead were rushed down the city walls by the knights' charge. However, the undead were endless. The knights and their warhorses gradually grew tired after repeated charges. Worse, every time a respectable mortal soldier fell, it meant that Kemmler's Necropolis army gained a new soldier.
The knights' charge was gradually blocked by the undead. After losing their momentum, the knights were forced to stop and were immediately massacred. Within a few seconds, an undead knight would revive from their bodies. Gradually, the number of undead exceeded the number of mortals. When Duke Falcade regained his senses from the stimulation of flesh and blood, he found that there were only twenty knights left out of the fifty that had followed him at the beginning.
"Duke! We can't hold on any longer! If this goes on, the castle will be lost! " Expeditionary Knight Kalad held Durandale's Sword and cut off the head of a graveyard guard from its neck. He killed a path of bones out of the encirclement of skeleton warriors and graveyard guards.
"Duke Fulcade of Montfort, Duke Fulcade, immediately surrender to me, Heinrich Kemmler! Otherwise, my army and I will slaughter your castle and your people to the last man! " As if responding to Kalad's words, Grand Necromancer Heinrich Kemmler used magic to shout from below the city walls.
The atmosphere in the castle suddenly froze. The undead army seemed to have received an order and stopped their attack, opening up the area between Duke Fulcade and Kemmler. Duke Fulcade clenched his teeth and gripped his sword tightly. He took a step forward and wanted to tell the Necromancer that it was wishful thinking.
"Nagash's Gaze!" Grand Necromancer Kemmler didn't give the Duke any time to reply. On the contrary, the moment the Duke revealed himself, Kemmler impatiently chanted a powerful spell. Two purple-red beams of light condensed in the Grand Necromancer's eyes and pointed directly at the Duke. The knights didn't even have time to react.
Nobility was the epitaph of the noble, and despicableness was the passport of the despicable. Kemmler revealed a sinister smile.
However, there was a fatal miscalculation in the Grand Necromancer's plan. He wanted to use despicable means to sneak attack Duke Fulcade. That special shout not only caused Duke Fulcade to reveal himself, but also exposed his own location.
A walking bolt of lightning rolled down from the sky.
A golden Gryphon spread its wings and swept across the sky. The knight riding on the Gryphon raised a huge two-handed war hammer with one hand. The war hammer radiated with lightning, and his palm burned with silver flames. The Gryphon's mournful cry reverberated across the battlefield. The Gryphon suddenly opened its mouth in Kemmler's direction, and blue lightning gradually condensed into a crackling ball of lightning.
The Grand Necromancer saw the lightning ball condensed in the Gryphon's mouth and had a bad feeling. Kemmler almost immediately scrambled to dodge.
The Gryphon spat out a bolt of lightning that directly attacked Kemmler. The Grand Necromancer's personal guard, the Bound Knight, was split in half.
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