In July, Muxilon was incomparably hot. The scorching sun illuminated the land, and a strong wind blew outside Muxilon City. The air was filled with a fiery aura. Under the high temperature, the troops stationed here felt very, very irritated. The wood elves retreated into the nearby forest to avoid the heat, and the dwarves set up camp in the shady area. They drank, chatted, and gambled with their bare arms.
As for the human camp, it was built not far from Muxilon Castle. The tents formed a magnificent scenery. The human soldiers were on duty, sweating profusely, patrolling back and forth. The knights gathered in twos and threes, discussing the recent war and the predicament of the war.
The tent belonging to Laing was naturally very spacious. The Lake Witch Morgiana was true to her words. She led the Lake Prophets to build a bigger and more luxurious tent for Laing, and she did not charge Laing any money. Now, Laing was living in a 5x7 tent.
The tent was divided into an outer room and an inner room. With the help of Teresa, a floor air conditioner powered by magic was installed. Laing also felt that it was too hot outside, so he also nestled in the tent to enjoy the air conditioner and drink cold drinks.
After a week of futile attacks, the weather was hot, and the troops were tired. Laing had no choice but to order a rest. He sent out scouts to re-examine the terrain and landscape around Muxilon. For the time being, they did not move and waited for news.
In the inner room, the air conditioner was blowing cold air. Laing leaned back in his chair leisurely, tasting iced orange juice. He let out a sigh and pushed the frustration of the current unfavorable situation out of his mind. He knew that it was useless to be anxious now. Attacking forcefully was not advisable. At this time, attacking forcefully would only cause the troops to lose in vain. In such a hot season, the soldiers were prone to dehydration and fatigue after fighting for about three hours. This army had been fighting with Laing for several months, and Laing also felt that he could not force it.
"Phew … I like this …" Veronica was wearing a white sand coral ice cloud low-cut, tight-fitting dress. Since there were no outsiders in the room, the dress was quite bold. The dress was 20 centimeters short, and a pair of long slender legs were not wearing stockings, which was rare. A pair of beautiful feet with red nail polish swayed in front of Laing's eyes. The sweet-looking witch, Garland, with a blush on her face, held a glass of iced sour plum juice in her hand. The air conditioner was blowing as she leaned back in the lounge chair, enjoying the moment of leisure in the afternoon. Veronica's bright almond-shaped eyes looked left and right, and her dark brown hair was as smooth as silk. "My dear, you still have no idea?"
"No." Laing leaned back in the chair, a little bored, and also enjoyed the cold air of the air conditioner. "This army has been fighting for a long time, and now the only one left is Mu Xilong, who is a tough nut to crack. Let's take it slow. The weather has been too hot recently, let's rest for a couple of days."
"Hmm …" Veronica sipped her juice lazily. She stretched out her little foot and gently kicked Laing. "My suggestion is to end this war as soon as possible. The sooner the war ends, the less impact on the large number of serfs recruited in the spring ploughing, and our food reserves will start to dwindle. Also … Sister Suria is about to give birth, right? As a father, you'd better end the war before the child is born. "
Laing heard this and nodded with a smile.
In fact, Veronica was nearly ten years older than Suria, but witches had always called her Madam Suria or Sister Suria. Veronica knew very well that some things could be fought for, and some things could not be touched. Smart witches always knew how to avoid minefields. And judging from these three suggestions alone, Veronica's summary was very concise and accurate. Whether as a lord, as a commander, or as a husband, Laing had to conquer Mu Xilong Castle as soon as possible.
"Indeed, I have stored enough food before, but it can't support tens of thousands of people eating all day long." Laing also knew where the problem was. He leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes. "But there is no clue at the moment. Sir Berchemund even suggested that a few of us Knights of the Holy Grail from the Sanctum raid the castle together, but this sounds unrealistic."
"Why?" Veronica asked curiously.
"Do you think that after so many years, the Pegasus Knights of the kingdom have not tried?" Laing shook his head helplessly. "The sky above Mu Xilong is protected by undead magic, and if we want to jump over the tens of meters high wall and land, we will become a few giant live targets. We can face the undead magic directly, but our mounts can't. Besides, Kalad and Berchemund are both riding pure-blooded elven horses. I am the only one riding a griffin, and François is riding a pure-blooded pegasus."
One of the first twelve Knights of the Holy Grail, the first Duke of Palawon, died more than eighty years after Arthur's death in the Palawon Mountains. He rode a pegasus and fought with a wyvern. He succeeded in killing the wyvern, but the wyvern also severely injured his pegasus before it died. The first Knight of the Holy Grail fell from a height of thousands of meters and fell to his death.
The two chatted for a while, and Laing could see that the witches enjoyed the afternoon. Since Morgiana, the Witch of the Lake, stayed in Colona to heal Lauen, the main spellcasters in the campaign to recover Mu Xilong were Veronica and Teresa's witches.
By the way, Laing, the King of the Forest, had also left. Laing left Aralos to continue to command the army, and Hagan, the Duke of Gisoleiox, and Bodrick, the Duke of Bordero, had also left.
On the other hand, the Paladin Al Frey led a team of paladins and ascetics to support Laing. Al Frey said that he also wanted to help recover Mu Xilong and eliminate the undead.
There was a noise outside the tent, and Laing and Veronica both looked at the door of the inner tent.
"Okay! You two can leisurely drink juice and chat here. I have to run back and forth to install air conditioners for them. " The tall figure of the sorceress appeared from the inner door. She was very unhappy when she saw Laing and Veronica leisurely chatting and drinking cold drinks. Teresa put her hands on her hips and said, "Get one for me too!"
"Coming, coming." Laing stood up and took the bottle of juice from the table with a smile. He put ice in the mug and poured Teresa a full cup. "Thank you for your hard work!"
The sorceress was wearing a white slim-fit shirt with black tight trousers. She had the temperament of a strong woman. She reached out and took the cup from Laing's hand. She drank the juice in one gulp and sighed. "Phew, it's so hot. I don't want to move anymore."
"Then I'll allow you to rest until night," Laing said with a smile. "This is the promise of Duke Mu Xilong himself!"
"Hmph, I can rest if I want to. Why do I need your permission?" Teresa put her hands on her hips and gave Laing a dirty look. She sat on the soft bed naturally and kicked off her boots. "It's so annoying to be outside in this weather."
"This is Mu Xilong, Trovic," Veronica teased. "The duke is right in front of you. You'll be punished for being so arrogant on his land. Even if you're Laing's courtier, you'll still be severely 'punished'!"
"If he wants to punish me, then so be it. What does it have to do with you?" Theresa almost instantly thought of what Ryan's "punishment" would be, because she had been "punished" quite often recently. The sorceress quickly retorted, "This has nothing to do with you, Veronica!"
"Heh, forget it. I can't be bothered to argue with you in this weather." Veronica took a sip of the juice. "What news did our little princess bring us?"
"Yes, Teresa. Any news from the scouts?" Laing nodded. This was what he was concerned about.
"The wood elves are indeed good at something." Teresa nodded. She proudly recounted everything she had seen and heard. "Aralos led the rangers and rangers to investigate along the Grismori River. They opened up the roots of the Oak of Times and found a hidden underground river that leads directly to the city walls of Mu Xilong. The undead have built an underground canal there."
"An underground canal …" Laing's eyes lit up. He carefully considered the problem.
"Yes, an underground canal." The sorceress was very proud of this discovery. She said softly, "The flow of water in the canal is very fast. Mortals can't pass through it. But I have a suggestion, Laing. I can freeze the water and create an ice flood to flood the canal and drown Mu Xilong!"
"Ice flood?" Laing's relaxed expression gradually turned serious.
"Ice flood? That's just wishful thinking on his part. " Veronica immediately got up. She put on her high heels and paced around the room. Garlan thought for five minutes. "No, we shouldn't create an ice flood. We should have Trovic freeze the underground river and open up a passage. Then we can transport the gunpowder I made into the canal!"
"Use gunpowder to blow up the walls?" Laing thought for a moment and stood up. "How about this, Teresa? Get some rest. I'll call a meeting in the evening to discuss what to do!"
"Alright." Veronica was indeed very tired. She wanted to close her eyes and rest for a while.
"Get up, Trovic," Veronica said as she approached the bed. Garlan blushed. "Get up, quick!"
"What are you doing, Veronica?" Veronica? "The Sorceress asked curiously.
"You're squashing something of mine!" Veronica motioned for Teresa to get up. Garland reached under the blanket and took out a pair of nude-colored stockings. She then sat down and slowly put them on. "Damn it, these stockings are expensive. You almost broke them sitting on you."
"???" Theresa's face suddenly turned red. "You …"
"Hehehe, my dear Teresa, rest well." Laing patted Veronica's shoulder and kissed her on the lips. "Let's discuss what to do tonight."
"Alright."
"I'm here to discuss what to do about the division line."
That night, all the Grail knights, including Laing, his two female courtiers, Lord Bellegar Ironhammer, Lord Aralos of the Tarsyn Forest, and Paladin Al- Frey, who had arrived with reinforcements, gathered in the camp to discuss the latest news.
"Thanks to the help of Lord Aralos and his rangers, we've discovered a hidden canal under the walls of Musillon." Laing sat in the middle and said in a low voice, "So, we now have two plans for this canal."
"First of all, Madam Theresa Trovic can create an ice flood by freezing the upper reaches of the Grismori River. Once enough water is squeezed out by the ice flood, the water will flow into Musilon and the entire castle will be submerged."
"The plan to drown Mu Xilong?" François nodded. The old man thought for a while and decided not to say anything. "What about the second plan?"
"The second plan was proposed by Lady Veronica Benadotte. We can transport a large amount of gunpowder into the canal and detonate it. Teresa will help us to freeze the canal and open a passage. After enough gunpowder has been infused with fire magic elements, we can detonate the gunpowder and blow up the castle walls." Laing continued, "Besides these two plans, does anyone have any other ideas?"
"Then let's blow it up!" Berchemund was the first to say. He said loudly, "Blow up the castle walls! Let the knights rush in! I don't believe the undead can do anything! "
"Alright." Laing understood. He turned his gaze to Bellegar. Bellegar was the best at sieges. He wanted to hear more of his opinion. "Brother Bellegar, what do you think?"
"Ohhh …" Bellegar stroked his white beard. He thought for a while and said, "Listen to me, brother Laing. Drowning has its advantages, and bombing has its advantages. Listen to me slowly."
"If we create an ice flood and drown Musillon, the advantage is that the whole city will be flooded. As time goes by, the undead army will be greatly affected. Moreover, we don't need to lose too many soldiers to take down the castle. As for the disadvantage, the drowning method will take a long time, so we need to be prepared to besiege Musillon for a long time. Secondly, the undead are not too afraid of drowning. Most of the people we drown will be civilians."
"If we choose to use gunpowder to blow up the castle walls, the advantage is that it will take effect quickly and in a short time. We can immediately fight the undead. The disadvantage is that it won't help us to weaken the undead's strength and numbers. Even if we blow up the castle walls, we will still have to go through a tough battle."
"The decision is yours, brother Laing," Bellegar concluded.
Everyone fell silent. Laing also carefully considered the pros and cons.
"I suggest we use gunpowder." François spoke. His father-in-law shook his head. "We can't wait any longer. Laing, let's end this quickly. Our food reserves have been greatly reduced. If we flood the castle, we will be besieged for a long time. We don't know how long this will take. The soldiers are already very tired. Let's end this as soon as possible."
"Yes, and there are still many living people in the castle." Laing nodded. He thought carefully and felt that François's words made sense. "The flood will take too long. This is not in line with our goal of ending the war as soon as possible. Also, our food is getting less and less. We can't delay any longer."
With that, Laing stood up. "I've decided to use gunpowder to blow up the castle walls!"
"Yes, sir!" Everyone responded loudly. Bellegar immediately began to formulate a siege plan. He considered how much gunpowder to use, how long to freeze the underground canal, how to hide from the vampires, and when to make the best move.
At this time, a fully armed figure walked out from the crowd. He had blonde hair and blue eyes. His face was full of sunshine and enthusiasm.
"Duke Ryan, leave the detonation of the gunpowder to me!"
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