"The outer wall of the city is unlikely to be able to resist the attack of the Army of Chaos, but it doesn't matter. We can use it as bait."
After learning that the Army of Chaos was advancing here, Wolfenburg finally made up its mind to carry out a general mobilization. Kurfürst Wamir led the last two elite troops of the Auster Domain, the Bull Knights and the Auster Black Guards, to check the defense.
"The few most important defense points, the Cathedral of the Church of Justice, Oswald Street, Charlemagne Bridge, and Franz Avenue, will be heavily guarded." Kurfürst Wamir said to the generals behind him, "Wolfenburg will definitely last longer than Chaos."
Behind Kurfürst Wamir, in addition to Rimanrus, Agrim the Butcher King, Aralos the Wood Elf Hero, and the somewhat depressed Oleg von Zhukov, there were two other generals.
The first one was Leopold von Zhukov, the Great Mentor of the Bull Knights, who was once pranked by the Wolf King. He was the cousin of the reigning Kurfürst Wamir von Zhukov. Leopold was very proud of his land, his family, and his Empire. He waved a powerful two-handed axe in battle, which was reforged from a pair of blades and axes of a beast lord he had killed in a battle. Whenever the Bull Knights launched a "Bull Charge", Leopold was always at the front.
The second one was the personal champion of the Kurfürst, Vladimir Ludnasseth. He was also the captain of the Auster Black Guards. The Black Guards were a very famous swordsman regiment, famous for their belief in the God of Death Moore and their unwillingness to retreat. These great swordsmen used graveyard swords blessed by the God of Death Moore. These swords were very difficult to master, and every great swordsman needed a long time to master these weapons. However, the sharpness of the graveyard swords made everything worthwhile. These weapons could easily cut open the armor of the Black Orcs or the plate armor of the Warriors of Chaos.
The salary and supplies of the army were paid for by the Kurfürst family privately. Thanks to the enormous gold mine behind Wolfenburg, the Kurfürst family was proud to raise such a great sword legion of a thousand soldiers. Even after the previous series of wars, the Auster Black Guard Legion still had more than five hundred soldiers.
These two troops added up to only about 800 people. Rimanrus observed them carefully, and the Space Wild Wolf made a judgment. Only these 800 people and the 300 people brought by Aralos and Agrim could be considered as having sufficient combat power in Wolfenburg. The total army of about 1,100 people was enough to fight against the Army of Chaos head-on.
Other than these thousand people, the defeated soldiers who escaped from Von Zhukov's castle and the few thousand local defenders of Wolfenburg could barely rely on the city wall to fight or endure a short period of street fighting.
The rest were all small fries.
"Vamil, I think it will be very difficult for us to defend Wolfenburg." Rimanrus calmly stood in front of Kurfürst Vamil. Kurfürst Vamil's head only reached his chest. "You must have a second plan, right?"
"Wolfenburg is the capital of the Auster territory, and also the place where we settle down. For three thousand years, the Austers have never given up on Wolfenburg." Kurfürst Vamil shook his head. "There is no second plan. Our answer is to defend to the death. I will evacuate all the old people, children, and women into the cave behind the Bull Castle. We must hold on until the reinforcements arrive, or let the bastards of Chaos stop in front of Wolfenburg."
"Very good. Then where are the reinforcements? How long do we need to hold on? " Rimanrus asked one question after another. Aralos and the Butcher King couldn't help but nod in agreement.
The Butcher King, Agrim Iron Fist, had been pursuing a glorious death all his life, but this didn't mean that he had to fight a battle that he was not confident of losing. As the king, his oath and responsibility still bound him. If there was no good plan, it meant that the Butcher King wouldn't just sit there and wait for death. He was thinking of trying to enter the central mountain range to seek refuge, or go south to Herzig.
The Butcher King checked the small note.
Grand Duke of Auster and Kurfürst Vamil von Zhukov, 234
As for Aralos, this guy didn't plan to live or die with Wolfenburg. He was also waiting for Kurfürst Vamil's answer.
The gate of the Bull Castle was opened. In the meeting hall of the Kurfürst's palace, everybody gathered. A map was placed on the table in the middle. Kurfürst Wamir explained to Riemann Rus, the Butcher King, Alalos, and the rest of them, "Look, this is Wolfenburg. We can only get reinforcements from two places."
"They are Herzig in the south and Becafen in the east. Herzig has the allied forces of the Knight King, Laing Macado, and Boris Todbringer. Together with Hildebrand's army, there are about sixty to seventy thousand people."
"Then there is Becafen in the east. But your appearance has already shown that there will be no reinforcements from Becafen." Vamil's plump face was full of solemnity. "So, the only thing we can count on is the reinforcements from Herzig."
"What is Laing doing?" Rimanrus lowered his head and immediately roared like a wolf. "Why did his army stop moving when they arrived at Herzig? Wolfenburg is in danger. Why is he just watching? Does he want to see the beautiful scenery left by the Army of Chaos on the ruins of this castle? "
"This is not Knight King's problem." Kurfürst Vamil explained, "Their army is too small compared to the Army of Chaos. We have been sending messages that the Army of Chaos in Auster has as many as two to three hundred thousand people. Under such circumstances, Knight King and Boris' army would definitely not dare to only send sixty to seventy thousand people to reinforce Wolfenburg. They are waiting for the army in the south of the Empire to join them."
"Then why is the army in the south of the Empire so slow? Did Governor Karl-franz and Lady Emmanuel grow up eating sh * t? "Rimanrus continued to roar." How can you all be so calm? Vamil, Oleg, and Leopold, you all know that Motekin is here to kill all of you and every single person in Auster. We should try our best to spread the news that there are not so many enemies. According to our investigation, the Army of Chaos is only a hundred and twenty thousand people! "
There was a moment of silence in the conference hall. Faced with Rimanrus' questioning, the nobles in Auster could only smile bitterly.
"Master, this city has been monitored and controlled for a long time. We have sent more than ten waves of messengers to ask for help, but no one has returned. The carrier pigeons we released were all intercepted by the Chaos crows and bats in the air. We have tried to communicate with magic, but even the most powerful mage in our palace could not contact Knight King's chief courtier, Lady Veronica," Oleg explained helplessly. "The Chaos bastards have cut off all communication between us and the outside world. No one knows the situation in Wolfenburg. Maybe some people think that we are holding on, or maybe some people think that this city no longer exists."
"No wonder. Indeed, to be safe, Laing will not take the risk. And this could be a trick of Chaos. If the Knight King, Laing, and Boris' reinforcements are destroyed outside of Wolfenburg, then the whole northern part of the Empire will face a desperate war." Rimanrus reluctantly accepted this view.
Leon's decision was not wrong. As the commander-in-chief, he should not have been so reckless. This was not what a qualified commander-in-chief should do. If Leon had led the army here directly, Rimanrus would have looked down on him.
This wave, this wave was like looking into the bushes.
The space wolf gene prototype thought for a while and then said, "Other than this, what other possible helpers are there?"
"What else do you think there is? My Lord Wild Wolf. "Elector Vamil laughed sarcastically." Elves? Or dwarves? They are all here. The people of Auster can only rely on themselves in the end, unless Helmut's reinforcements are already on the way. But I know him. He is a bastard. He will not send reinforcements. He will only want to protect his Tarabheim. "
The Butcher King quickly took out a small piece of paper. Grand Duke of Tarabheim cum Elector Helmut Feuerbach.
It's over!
This meeting did not produce any results in the end. The stubborn people of Auster refused to give up Wolfenburg. Everyone left unhappily.
"Hurry up! Hurry up and send all the refugees to the shelter in the central mountain range! Especially the women and children, and those precious documents and historical relics! " The whole of Wolfenburg was in a mess. People were trembling in fear. The bull knights and the Auster Black Guards led the people into the central mountain range. In the shelter left behind by the dwarves, the rest of the people lined up to receive armor and weapons, preparing for a day of temporary training.
At the gate of the bull castle, the Butcher King Agrim Ironfist led the Dwarf Butcher Squad of Grimnir Axe and sat on the steps of the gate of the inner castle. He stretched and stretched his legs. He took out a pipe and tobacco from his small bag. After fiddling with them for a while, he took a comfortable puff and blew out smoke rings.
In front of his eyes was chaos. The army was mobilizing everywhere. Children and husbands were forcibly taken away from their families and sent to the armory to receive weapons. The sky was shaking, and the sound of crying and begging was endless.
"No! No! He is just a child. He is still a child! " A mother saw her fourteen-year-old son being taken away from her. The peasant woman grabbed the sleeve of a great swordsman in despair and begged, "Please, sir, let me go!"
"He is already fourteen years old, madam." The great swordsman's voice was cold and emotionless. "Everyone has to contribute to the defense of Wolfenburg, including your son."
The ignorant child was pushed into the line just like that. He did not even know what was going to happen. He just looked at everything in front of him in confusion.
A farmer hugged his wife, son, and daughter and joined the recruitment team calmly. Then, there were those in their forties and fifties, who were considered old to the farmers.
"No! Charlemagne above, why did it become like this? Why is the world treating us like this? "
"Wuwuwuwu ~"
"This will take time, sir!"
"We don't have time!"
The Butcher King sadly realized that he could not do anything. He could only sit here and wait for the arrival of the enemy. However, he was not disgusted by the Kurfürst's actions.
Instead of letting them be slaughtered by Chaos, it was better to let them join the army and fight to the death. At least this was better than dying for nothing.
A glorious death, right? Agrim Ironfist could not help but think of his eldest son, Gallalim Ironfist. A bitter smile appeared on the Butcher King's face. He shook his head. Gallalim Ironfist was his eldest son and only son. The only son of the Butcher King hoped to release his father from the double oath. The young prince shaved his head and swore to be a butcher regardless of his father's opinion. The prince who swore to be a butcher was just like his father, foolishly continuing the endless cycle of seeking death that had plagued the family for generations.
His son was even more reckless and stubborn than him. He only cared about how to seek an epic death instead of learning how to be a king. The Butcher King had no choice but to watch and stop the prince's actions all day long. Otherwise, the glorious Kaderin Ironfist Family would be completely extinct.
The dwarves were gradually declining.
Agrim's Iron Fist had always subconsciously known that the dwarves were now a race that was gradually declining. One day, Kaderin would be like Wolfenburg, welcoming the day when all the mustaches would be sent to the battlefield.
By Grimnir, may our hatchets ever be as sharp as thy hatchets.
Oh Valaya above, the dwarves need more children.
While Agrim Ironfist was still thinking, a stench from the forest and a blinding green light forced his attention back to reality. "What's wrong? Elf boy, it's not polite to disturb the noble Butcher King's enjoyment of tobacco instead of going to the meeting with those humans. "
"Short Legs, I don't think we should sit here and wait for death." Aralos held two roasted beef legs in his hand. He gave one to the Butcher King. "Although I don't agree with most of your views, at least you're right about one thing. What's the use of recruiting these children and old men?"
"It's better than nothing." The Butcher King took the beef leg. "We're destined to fail, but this is the fate of the dwarves. Pointy Ears, you don't have to stay here. We need to fulfill the Holy Alliance with the humans. You don't."
"I have my own mission too." Aralos had just sat down when the thick smell of tobacco made it difficult for him to open his eyes. He quickly got up. "It's none of your business."
"It's up to you." The Butcher King saw that Pointy Ears could not open his eyes because of the smell of his tobacco. He was even more proud. He took a few deep breaths and blew a string of smoke rings directly in Aralos' face. He then enjoyed the wood elf's flustered appearance.
This dwarf has a death wish! Aralos was angry. The wood elf hero took a few steps back. He was too lazy to argue with the dwarf king.
Just as Aralos was about to turn around and leave, ready to set up the defense of his private guards, the Gray Coat Team, a very tall figure blocked his way. "Elf boy?"
"Rimanrus?" It was the space wolf gene prototype. Aralos knew he was strong, so he could only ask, "What do you want?"
"You're so confident that you can escape. You must have something on you that can hide, right?" Rimanrus' amber wolf eyes stared at Aralos. "What is it? Can you share it with me?"
"Yes, I have a godly item that Lilith gave me. It can hide an entire army," Aralos said proudly. "But what does that have to do with you?"
"I need that," Rimanrus said straightforwardly. Rimanrus said directly, "Give it to me. This is the only way to save this city!"
"…" Aralos indeed had a divine item that the Mistress of Mist, Ladelia (another alternate name of the Moon Goddess Lilith and the Lake Fairy Lilith) had bestowed upon him — the Mist of Trickery. This magical potion could envelop Aralos and his personal guards, allowing them to quickly escape from the battle without being discovered.
"Give it to me." Rimanrus was not a good talker. He could only repeat, "Elf boy, this can save the entire city."
"Are you sure?" Aralos was a little hesitant. "Can you tell me your plan?"
"Oh, I want to hear it too." The Butcher King also came over.
"Listen to me. Time is running out, Pointy Ears." Rimanrus explained his plan simply. "It's impossible for Wolfenburg to survive the attack of the Chaos Army. The only chance is to seek reinforcements."
"My brother Laing and his army in Herzig! This is our only chance! "
"And this mission can only be completed by me!"
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