PS: I finally caught up. It was not easy for me.
"I need your blood dragon descendant to swear that he will never return to the Knight King Kingdom." Laing was blinded by money. He swallowed and said with difficulty, "Otherwise, this agreement is meaningless."
"Okay." Abo Wallace's face was full of arrogance and confidence. Laing had rarely seen people with such extreme confidence and arrogance. Abo Wallace was one, his brother Angelang was another, and Landulin was another.
The blood dragon ancestor in front of him had absolute confidence in his own strength. The confidence in his eyes was enough to support him to make any decision and complete any idea. In short, Abo Wallace, Angelang, and Landulin were the same. They believed that their strength could break through all difficulties and destroy all enemies.
Only people who had gone through all the trials and tests in their imagination could have this kind of confidence.
Laing suddenly felt regretful. He could not help but recall the unfinished duel between him and Landulin.
Yes, the unfinished duel.
In fact, the duel between Laing and Landulin was not fair. This unfairness was reflected in the fact that Landulin, who was at the peak of Sacred, was fighting against Laing, who was a Holy Grail Knight at the beginning of Sacred. The unfairness was reflected in the fact that Laing was a living person. His strength and injuries could be recovered infinitely. This was determined by his strong recovery ability as a geno prototype.
But Landulin's strength and injuries could not be recovered because he was already a dead man. The god power of the Lake Fairy could only revive him temporarily. It could not really make him become a living person. This meant that Landulin was destined to become weaker and weaker. His injuries would only get worse and worse. His strength would only become more and more exhausted.
Therefore, to put it bluntly, Laing relied on his ability to resist and fight to forcibly exhaust Landulin's strength to barely defeat him. If Landulin was still alive, there was no telling how long it would take to win.
"In that case, we have a deal." Laing let out a sigh of relief when he saw Abo Wallace nod. He said in a muffled voice, "How are you going to take your blood kin away? I know that there are more than just vampires from the Blood Dragon Family in Muxilon City. I only promised to let go of the Blood Dragon Descendant Vampires, but I didn't promise to let go of all the undead. "
"Once you defeat Mu Xilong, I will naturally enter the city and take away all of my bloodline." The Blood Dragon Patriarch had absolute confidence in this. His voice was filled with indifference as he said, "Just attack the city."
"I understand." Laing nodded. He looked at the Blood Dragon Patriarch warily, as if he was hesitating whether to leave now or call someone to move the wealth away.
"Leave it to me." The Green Knight's ethereal voice resounded: "I will transport this wealth to your castle in Zeon together with the Lost Children."
"Thank you very much! Your Highness Green Knight. "Laing hurriedly expressed his gratitude to the Green Knight.
"Go, conquer Muxilon and fulfill Landuin's last wish. This land has been lost for too long. It's time to be redeemed." The Green Knight nodded slowly. He signaled that Laing could prepare to attack the city.
"Young knight." Just as Laing turned to leave, the Blood Dragon Patriarch said, "I look forward to a duel with you. There will be a duel between us eventually."
"But not now." Laing turned back. He knew that Abo Wallace was excited to see the prey.
This was the Blood Dragon. Abo Wallace's life creed was to have perfect control of the art of combat. For other vampires, they liked to enjoy themselves, desire to rule, and learn magic, but these were secondary to the Blood Dragon Family. The only thing the Blood Dragon Descendants really cared about was fighting. They believed that the purity they pursued would bring them everything. They would become ultimate warriors and surpass the shackles of vampires and touch the realm of God.
Just like Abo Wallace, who stood at the top of a mountain and used his mortal arms to lift the red fire dragon and throw it down the cliff.
"If you don't taste fresh blood, you won't be a sharp blade."
— — Blood Dragon Ancestor Abo Wallace
"Yes, not now." Abo Wallace's voice was filled with excitement. "I've already fought with those golden corn cobs in your territory, which made me feel very happy. I like such worthy opponents."
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"Go, go and conquer Muxilon. I'll naturally appear then." The Blood Dragon Patriarch said no more. He signaled Laing that he could go. "Except for my son, Muxilon, the other undead are at your disposal."
"I understand." Laing could not help but look at the amazing wealth in the box again. He laughed self-deprecatingly, and a little understanding flashed in his eyes. He understood why even the Emperor would compromise on some issues.
Because the situation was stronger than the person, even the Lord of Mankind would encounter painful choices on many issues. Many times, ideals were just slogans. If one could not be grounded, everything would be empty talk.
This was what his father-in-law had always taught Laing. In diplomacy and internal affairs, there were some things you had to insist on, and there were some things you had to learn to compromise.
At this juncture, Laing needed money too much. In the face of so much money, he had to compromise.
Allowing the Blood Dragon Patriarch to take away his blood descendants was a compromise.
Asking them to swear that they would never return to the Knight King's Kingdom was persistence.
"There is propriety, and there is power," Laing muttered, and his figure disappeared into the depths of the forest.
"Perhaps you're right." Abo Wallace's face was a little reminiscent. "He changed this kingdom."
"… This kingdom needs new strength." The Green Knight's voice was a little sad. "Llanduin has entrusted everything to Laing. Time will prove everything."
… I'm the one who changed the dividing line of the kingdom …
Three days later, in the camp of Mu Xilong's army.
Several large iron balls with thorns were placed in front of the dwarf craftsmen. The dwarf engineer, Dugan Man of Steel, had a gray face. His body exuded a strong smell of black gunpowder. Many onlookers suspected that as long as there was a spark, the dwarf engineer would directly explode on the spot.
Opening the cork of the glass bottle, the last bit of black gunpowder was poured into the big iron balls. Dugan Man of Steel nodded. "Well, that's about it."
"Hahahaha! This is all we have. It's enough to let the damn undead taste the wrath of the dwarves." Harhafer, the chief engineer of the Angran clan, also said, "This is the magic of the dwarves."
"Ah? I heard that the dwarves' magic is not rune magic? "Laing watched the result from the side.
"Nope." Laing stroked his long beard. The king of Eight Peaks Mountain shook his head. "In history, there have been dwarven magicians. That is a very old story. When Eight Peaks Mountain was first built, you know, brother Laing. Eight Peaks Mountain was the first fortress of the dwarves. Its history is even older than the current Kraz A-Karak."
"Uh-huh! So, what caused you to lose your magic in the end?" Aralus, the Wood Elf Lord, hated this temporary workshop that was full of the smell of steel and gunpowder. However, Alaier's Chosen One was indeed curious about this history.
The history of the Wood Elves was basically passed down by word of mouth. Every time they ate and drank to their heart's content, the Elves would gather together, light up a bonfire, and then begin to tell stories. Their history was passed down in this way. However, in the long process of evolution, the history of the Wood Elves had been intentionally distorted and seriously altered. This was something that all the Wood Elves knew.
That was because even the wood elves, who were the most pure and simple of all, still had their own standpoints. The dishonorable and dishonorable past would be slowly erased and omitted by the "Spring and Autumn Annals" technique. Meanwhile, the glorious, interesting, and memorable history would be constantly exaggerated and magnified, and then artificially filled in with many details.
And Aralus was the victim of this. When he met Lilith by chance, he was so excited that he told all the Wood Elves about it. And so, this story evolved into countless versions. Some said that the Goddess was so moved that she offered herself to him, some said that the Goddess was so moved that she gave her clothes to Aralus to bandage his wounds, and some said that the Goddess was so moved that she made love to him in the wild.
Aralus was both proud and aggrieved about this matter. On one hand, he felt like the Goddess really did favor him, and he was so proud that he was locked with the Goddess. On the other hand, he was actually just strolling under the moonlight with Lilith for a while. The High Elf Goddess of the Moon told him about her plans for the "New World" and hoped that Aralus could become the Asuyan of the New World.
Unfortunately, Aralus was still too young, too pure, and too naive at the time. He didn't understand what Lilith was saying.
On the contrary, the Dwarves were much more serious when it came to historical records. The Dwarves often used their own language to record all the events that they encountered on stone tablets and scrolls. Although they weren't particularly accurate, most of the historical records recorded by the Dwarves were honest and trustworthy, especially in the Book of Hatred.
"Because the Wind of Magic isn't close to the Dwarves," Bellegar said in a muffled voice. Bellegar said in a muffled voice, "Even if he tried to use magic, the dwarf sorcerer would turn into a stone soon."
"That's the same as many Incanters of Azeroth," Aralus said. Aralos complained, "Some Chanters will even summon Chaos Demons when they fail to cast spells."
"But because of this, our ancestors discovered that magic doesn't have to be used as a medium, and it doesn't have to be used to attack the enemy." Bellegar nodded. He thought that although the Wood Elves were very annoying, Aralus wasn't that difficult to get along with. "So, people began to try to fix the Wind of Magic on stones and anvils. That's how …"
"The birth of the Rune Blacksmith," Laing understood. "So that's how the Rune Blacksmith came to be."
"That's it." Bellegar talked about the history of the Dwarves, which attracted everyone's attention. He was very proud, thinking that the Dwarves were much more powerful than the pointy-eared and "Inferior Makers". He only needed to talk about a little bit of ancient knowledge, and these people could only listen obediently.
After sealing the big iron ball, Dugan of Steel said in a rough voice, "Very good, it's ready. Let's begin!"
"Okay! Let's begin! "
Thirty minutes later, the siege army finally blew the horn for the general attack.
This time, Laing didn't hold back. He ordered the whole army to press forward. Whether it was the serf soldiers or the knights, all of them had to participate in this attack. All the troops had to take down Muxilon in one go!
The dark and colorful siege army began the general attack. Several heavy siege vehicles reinforced by the Dwarves advanced under the protection of the knights. Dozens of cannons fired continuously. The Empire's heavy cannons, Hellstorm rapid-fire cannons, Hellstorm rocket cannons, Dwarven cannons, and Accordion cannons fired together. The roaring shells drew dozens of smoke trails and smashed into the wall, blowing away the defenders on the wall.
"Fire! Fire! " The Wood Elves and Dwarves had also joined the battle. The Dwarven Thunderclap Gunners were desperately firing bullets, while the Wood Elves' Woodland Guards, Wild Forest Rangers, and Forest Rangers didn't even care about the consumption of arrows. They were all firing at full speed.
At this time, the weak point of the undead defenders of Muxilon was finally exposed in front of the siege army.
The Vampires didn't have long-range attacks, so the undead could only passively take a beating.
At this time, the Taras Warhawk Guards led by Lord Aralos and the Champion Knights of Quinalis led by François also joined the battle! The Air Force riding on Giant Eagles and Pegasi charged down from the sky. They spun and knocked down the Undead on the city walls in droves!
"For Laing and Aleil! For Ezoloren! " Aralos rode on a warhawk and pulled the bowstring. The arrow with the power of sparks accurately hit the shoulder of a graveyard guard. The graveyard guard howled and fell.
"For the Lady! For Muxilon! " Laing also joined the battle himself. He waved Mjolnir in his hand, and the figure of the Champion of the Lake hovered under the sky like a walking lightning bolt. A lightning bolt blasted the wall, burning dozens of zombies into a pile of ashes. The Griffin Impris screeched loudly. It spat lightning from its mouth and rushed around, carefully avoiding the spells cast by the Necromancers. It had just eaten a good meal, so now it was time for a post-meal exercise!
"Roar! Roar! "Even the Twilight Sisters of the Wood Elves joined the battle. A forest dragon flew into the sky and spat out a deadly dragon breath.
Bellegar also personally led the siege chariots to attack the gate. Angerard's personal guards huddled together to form a tight shield wall.
The siege chariots gradually approached the gate of Muxilon. The siege pillars carved with Grimnir's head hit the gate hard, and the gate made a series of muffled sounds.
However, the gate was still indestructible. Muxilon Castle had been under the control of the undead for two or three hundred years. The gate here was extremely sturdy after generations of reinforcement. In addition, the necromancers had been chanting spells to strengthen the gate. Even the siege hammers made by the dwarves could not shake the gate at all.
The Vampire Baron of the Blood Dragon Clan standing on the wall roared, "Continue! Continue to attack! Mortals! Is this all you've got? This is not enough! Far from enough! "
"What else do you have? Bring it all out!"
The undead of Muxilon did have the right to be proud. Even after such a fierce attack, the castle still showed no signs of falling. As for the air force of the besieging army, it was just a flash in the pan. The Pegasus Knights and Warhawk Guards could not fly in the sky for a long time. They would soon tire out carrying fully armed knights or wood elves.
However, due to the previous series of battles, the number of undead guards in Muxilon had dropped to the lowest level in more than two hundred years. There were not enough guards to protect many places. In the face of a fierce frontal attack, some places were neglected by the undead.
Underneath Muxilon, under the city wall, in the dark canal.
The dark canal, which was originally filled with fierce water, was now completely frozen by the sorceress' power, revealing a wet and empty walkway.
Several dwarven engineers carried large iron balls filled with gunpowder into the dark canal. They carefully measured the distance, position, and the angle of detonation.
"Done!" After confirming many times, the dwarven engineer finally gave a thumbs up. "It's done!"
"Let's begin!"
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