Late at night, when Bellegar led the Sworn Guards of Angrund to the gate of the castle, many guards were scared out of their wits.
How could there be so many dwarves in the castle?!
Before the patrolling guards could react, the Sworn Guards of Angrund led by Bellegar crushed them. How could the ordinary serfs of the Steeple Palace be a match for the dwarves' Hammer Warriors and Iron Warriors? The dozen or so guards who were hastily gathered were crushed by the dwarves. The hammers and axes broke the shields and armor of the serfs. Bellegar sang the ancestral song of the Angrund clan, his loud voice echoing in the corridors of the castle.
The guards instantly broke down. It was unknown which guard shouted, "Quick, run! The dwarves can't outrun us! "
"That's right! They have short legs! "
"Run!"
The morale of the guards collapsed instantly. Almost at the same time, the 20 or 30 guards who had gathered together no longer had the will to fight. They screamed and ran for their lives.
To some extent, these guards were right. When they ran away, Bellegar and his Sworn Guards of Angrund could not catch up with them.
"A bunch of cannon fodder!" Belega stroked his white beard and grumbled unhappily, "These humans are too annoying! If I catch them, I'll cut off all their legs and let these humans know whose legs are shorter! "
"My King, should we go and kill all these humans now?" An Oathguard asked with a hiccup.
Many of the sworn guards secretly drank all the ale in the barrel. The ale couldn't make the Dwarves drunk, but it made them very excited. These Dwarves drank until their faces were red and their mouths reeked of alcohol. They wanted to kill to their heart's content.
Bellegar was sober. He shook his head and said, "Open the gate first! Let brother Laing's army in! "
"Yes, my king!"
At the same time, the barracks of the Steeple Palace were set ablaze. The chief engineer of the Angrund clan, Gold Fisherman, had taken control of the barracks. The guards who were sleeping were in chaos. At first, someone said that dozens of dwarves were killing in the castle, but then it became that hundreds of dwarves had attacked the castle. Finally, it became that the southern knights had entered the castle.
At this time, the army of the Steeple Palace was in chaos. The guards were trampling on each other and scrambling to escape. Without Count Orcarson and his squires to maintain order, no one had the ability to control the situation.
When the guard captain woke up from his sleep, he heard cries for help and wails. The Steeple Palace was in flames and the scene was in chaos.
He hurriedly put on his clothes and went to the window of the tower. The scene in front of him made his heart skip a beat.
The gates of the castle was open, and the knights outside were entering the castle.
The castle had fallen! This was the guard captain's first reaction. His face was as pale as a sheet. He didn't even know how the castle had fallen. He only knew that he didn't have much time left. In a few minutes, the southern knights would take over the castle!
He had to report this to Duke Matthew Bard! This was the guard captain's subconscious reaction. He immediately called for his trusted guard. This guard was so anxious that he was about to cry. "Sir! Quickly run! The castle has fallen! A group of dwarves appeared out of nowhere. They burned the barracks and opened the gates! "
"You …" The guard captain's eyes were red. He hesitated for a moment and lowered his head to look at his sword. He then looked at his trusted guard. His expression kept changing.
Until he heard the faint sound of hooves. The Brittany knights had already entered the castle!
"Take this!" The guard captain gritted his teeth and handed the longsword and handgun to his trusted guard. "Quickly run and report to Duke Matthew Bard. The Steeple Palace has fallen!"
"But …"
"Quickly!" The guard captain shouted angrily. "I can't run away alone. I am the guard captain appointed by the count! You must go to Muxilon and tell Duke Matthew Bard. Quickly! "
Footsteps could be heard coming from the corridor. Seeing this, the trusted guard no longer hesitated. The guard captain let down the rope from the tower and watched as his trusted guard fell from the tower and disappeared into the night.
The next second, there was a violent crash from the door. "In the name of the Lady! All humans in the Steeple Palace are ordered to surrender immediately. Otherwise, the Lady's judgment will come immediately! "
"Ha!" The guard captain sneered. He drew his sword and rushed to the door. "Go to hell!"
It was a Grail knight who rushed in. Seeing that the guard captain had no intention of surrendering, he immediately waved his sword.
There was the sound of fighting in the tower. Thirty seconds later, the room was quiet again.
When the first ray of the morning sun shone into the Steeple Palace, the battle in the castle was over.
The knight army led by Laing took over the castle. The well-equipped Brittany knights and squires controlled every key position in the castle. All the residents of the Steeple Palace knelt on the ground with their hands on their heads, waiting for their orders.
"Finally, the Steeple Palace has been successfully conquered." Laing rode on the pure-blooded elven warhorse Grape and sighed. "But this is only the beginning. We must withstand Matthew Bard's counterattack. Only then can we truly gain a foothold in Muxilon."
Morgiana, the witch of the Lake Goddess, rode on the unicorn Hillfain. Behind her was a whole team of Grail guards. When she heard Laing's words, Morgiana nodded in agreement. "It's already very good to be able to reach this step, Laing."
"Your Highness Morgiana, Your Excellency Laing, all the residents of the Steeple Palace, including the five surrendered knights and their squires, have been captured. How should we deal with them?" Fedmond approached from afar. He asked Laing and Morgiana.
"Hmm …" While Laing was still hesitating, Morgiana spoke first. The witch of the Lake Goddess said coldly, "Take the civilians temporarily and use them as coolies. As for the knights and squires here, take them to me immediately!"
"Yes!" Fedmond replied loudly.
Ten minutes later, the remaining 30 knights and squires of the Steeple Palace were taken to the castle hall. Laing and Morgiana each sat on one side.
How does Morgiana plan to deal with these loyal undead knights? Laing thought of something. He did not say a word and waited for Morgiana to announce the verdict.
"In the name of the Lady, I declare that the Steeple Palace will be rescued from the corruption and depravity of Muxilon. The people here will once again return to the grace of the Lady." Morgiana's cold eyes stared at the knights who had surrendered to the undead. Her eyes were full of disgust. "In the name of the Lady, your status as knights will be stripped. From today onwards, you will no longer be knights. Your swords will be taken away, your family coat of arms will be discarded, and everything about you will be erased from all books. What awaits you is a long journey of atonement. Only by earning the forgiveness of the Lady through your own efforts can you restore your honor."
"From today onwards, I declare that you are stripped of all your properties and titles. You are no longer knights, serfs." Morgiana coldly announced the judgment of the Lady of the Lake. "Now, take off your family coat of arms. You and your families are no longer nobles."
None of the knights present objected. On the contrary, all the Brittany knights, dwarves, and even sorceress Teresa looked at them with disgust.
"My trial is over. Now, who agrees? Who objects? " Morgiana stood up from her seat. Her beautiful face was cold as she added. Morgiana turned her gaze to Laing. Of all the people present, only Laing had the right to question her decision.
"I agree." Laing did not have any objections to Morgiana's decision.
Laing's soldiers immediately entered the scene, ready to tear off the noble coat of arms on the knights.
At this moment, a young knight with a purple face stood up angrily. He struggled to break free from the bindings on his body. At the same time, he roared at Morgiana, "I object! I am the nephew of the first Duke of Muxillon, cousin of William II, and the 37th generation descendant of George VI, Harrison! What right do you have to judge me?! "
After saying that, the iron-headed young knight rushed towards Morgiana who was sitting in the middle of the hall. He opened his mouth and cursed, ready to fight to the death.
Morgiana's green eyes suddenly became as sharp as a sword. Her right hand lit up with the Light of the Lake God, and a shining light directly hit and enveloped the young knight.
"Ahhh!!!" The young knight's screams echoed in the hall.
The Light of the Lake God disappeared in Morgiana's hand. The Lady of the Lake God snorted coldly.
"Croak!" The young knight disappeared, leaving behind a palm-sized frog. It croaked and jumped around on the floor of the castle hall with its two hind legs. "Croak! Croak!"
Apart from the croaking of the frog, the whole castle hall was silent.
"I'll ask again. Who agrees? Who opposes? "Morgiana calmly asked again," Who disagrees with my judgment? "
All the captives kneeling on the ground shook their heads. Looking at the little frog jumping around, the captives kneeling on the ground were scared pale. It was said that if the scum who did not follow the way of the knights made the most serious mistake, they would be turned into frogs by the Lady of the Lake God's magic. However, most of them had only heard of it and had never seen it with their own eyes.
Now, they saw it with their own eyes.
This kind of shock almost overwhelmed them. No one wanted to live the rest of their lives by eating worms. Hearing Morgiana's words again, the captives lowered their heads to show their obedience to the judgment.
The captives were dragged out by the sergeants led by Sir Bertrand. Just like Morgiana's judgment, they were no longer nobles. All their property would be confiscated and confiscated. Their honor would be deprived, and their family history would be erased until one day, these people could win the forgiveness of the Lady of the Lake.
But without the status of knights, how could they win the favor of the Lady of the Lake as serfs?
This was destined to be an impossible task.
Morgiana signaled the Grail Guard to release the little frog into the swamp. She was obviously angry. The Lady of the Lake God looked at Laing and sighed. "As the purest and best first-generation Knight of the Grail, Landurin attracted all the virtues of his land to himself and left the scum to this principality and this land."
"Oh, by Grannie!" said Granny. Bellegar looked at this scene with his mouth wide open. "This is really … the most severe punishment. I really can't imagine what kind of disaster it would be if I became a creature like that and lived in the swamp and the pond for the rest of my life by eating worms."
"Let's not talk about this first. King Bellegar, we thank you for your contribution. Without your help, we couldn't have taken this castle so easily." Laing deliberately changed the topic. He thought that Morgiana's punishment was indeed severe, but the humans who surrendered to the undead deserved no sympathy. At least, the local knights and nobles of Muxilon who bowed to the undead in exchange for continued rule were not worthy.
"Oh, brother Laing, you must remember that the dwarves did you a big favor!" Speaking of the dwarves' contribution in this battle, Bellegar immediately put his hands on his waist proudly. "Without us, you couldn't have taken this castle."
"That's right. Without the help of King Bellegar and the dwarves, we couldn't have taken the Spire Palace." Laing nodded, but his face was not relaxed at all. "But this is only the beginning. We must repel Muxilon's counterattack."
"Feldmonde!"
"Yes, sir!"
"Take some people and strengthen the defense of the castle. Make sure to coordinate the defense before Matthew Bad leads the undead army to counterattack!"
"Yes, sir!"
"Jerrold, immediately organize the soldiers to bring as many supplies as possible into the castle."
"Yes, sir!"
Feldmonde and Jerrold went down.
"Mr. Dugan, find a way to put all kinds of cannons on the castle walls as soon as possible." Laing then ordered his dwarf engineer. "We need cannons to help us defend the castle."
"My lord, it will take some time to move the cannons up the castle walls. It's unlikely that we can move the cannons up, so we can only do it by hanging." The dwarf engineer, Dugan Ironman, raised the difficulty. "How much time can you give us?"
"Not much time." Laing suddenly shook his head. "One and a half days at most. Muxilon's undead vanguard will reach the castle."
"But …" Dugan still wanted to say something, but Laing raised his hand and interrupted him. "Do you remember our previous preparations?"
"Oh! I got it! " The dwarf engineer seemed to have suddenly remembered something. He happily patted his stomach. "No problem, leave it to me."
Laing assigned the tasks one by one. Morgiana just watched from the side. She watched until Laing finished arranging everything. Then she said, "Laing, I feel the power of the Holy Grail! It's somewhere in the castle! "
"Did Man Frey hide the Holy Grail in the Spire Palace?" Laing rolled his eyes.
"My feeling can't be wrong." Morgiana was very certain about this matter.
"Alright, let's go look for it." Laing stood up.
When the two of them walked towards the master bedroom on the top floor of the Spire Palace, the Lake Goddess hesitated for a moment, but still decided to tell Laing something. "Laing, the Lady just sent me an oracle."
"What instructions does the Lady have?" Laing's reaction was that the Lake Goddess had asked for something again.
"The Lady wants me to tell you that your firstborn has been born." Morgiana shook her head. Her face had a hint of jealousy and resentment.
"The Duchess of Nur, the Elector of Brescia, the Duchess of Wesen, Emmanuelle von Lebowitz Bernardino, gave birth to a healthy baby boy in the Black Tower of Nur a few days ago. This baby boy could speak when he was born. When he was born, the entire sky turned blue."
"The Goddess of War, Milmidia, personally descended to the mortal world. She blessed this baby in front of everyone. Milmidia announced that she would become the guardian of this baby boy. The Goddess of War prophesied that this baby boy would become a great human hero in the future!"
"This baby boy was named Frey Derick Macardo von Lebowitz Bernardino."
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