Winterfell Castle, the city gates are closed, and Juma Pit surrounds three low sections of the city wall, dividing the path that can reach under the city wall. After a hundred years of repairs, Winterfell Castle has developed from a wooden fence to a stone fortress.
The fortified city built is unbreakable.
It was in the afternoon, and I don’t know when it started. A heavy fog suddenly appeared on the horizon that blocked the sight. The gray and cold fog was like a cloud falling to the ground, slowly pressing towards the fortress in all directions, giving people a sense of
An uneasy feeling.
In order to increase visibility, hundreds of torches were burning along the 100-meter-long city edge, and the 30,000-strong castle defenders were brightly lit on the walls of the fortress. The defenders wore armor and held guns, standing ready in formation.
In the Lord's Hall of the main castle, Lord Ingnati Woods threw the ordinary secret letter in his hand into the stove. The man watched the flames burn the letter, as if he saw his own future.
At the bottom of the steps, in order to prevent himself from being attacked by high-level spiritual magic and thereby exposing the important information of the Emerald Territory, the Emerald Territory spy who was responsible for contacting the Blade of Night had committed suicide by taking poison after delivering the letter.
The envoy's behavior completely eliminated Yingnati Woods' other ideas. He knew that he had no way out.
"Yin Nuosi, you promised to treat me to a drink when the Emerald Leader conquers the South, but you walked away in a cool manner."
Staring at the envoy who could no longer speak, the nearly fifty-year-old man's eyes were gloomy, no longer as foolish as before.
With a sigh, Ingnati Woods turned around and pushed open the closed wooden window. A cold wind blew in his face, and the man shivered. It was obviously summer, but Ingnati Woods seemed to be in the coldest month of winter.
"That's all, it's better to be able to exchange my life for the stability of my family than to live in fear... Come on!"
A personal guard pushed open the door and entered.
"Lord Lord?"
The man's eyes seemed to be open and closed, and his voice was quiet.
"This time the enemy is coming fiercely, and the castle will surely collapse. If you escape now, it's still too late, and you don't have to die for me."
The personal guard knelt down on one knee and made a loud noise.
"The lord loves the people like his sons, cares about the soldiers, and treats us especially favorably. I have always seen your kindness. If I can't protect you until the last moment, wouldn't I be a wolf-hearted person? We are willing to follow you until the end.
A moment!"
The guards' words were heard by people outside. Regardless of their dignity, they stepped forward one after another to express their determination to follow him to the death.
Yingnati Woods glanced at every face, and her gentle temperament disappeared in an instant. Thinking that she was about to embark on the last battlefield of her life, it turned into determination in the blink of an eye.
"If that's the case, then just wait for me to put on my armor and follow me to kill the enemy."
Five kilometers west of Winterfell, the fog is particularly thick.
Timothy's confidant General Hajie was leading five thousand knights and ten thousand infantry to slowly march eastward. Among the middle army, the man frowned. When he looked at the black-robed mage, a flash of light flashed in his eyes from time to time.
fear.
Hajie was born into a poor aristocratic family. His character must be strong and warlike, and he advocates glory.
Hajie followed the wild warriors to practice martial arts and guns since he was a child, and he became good at marksmanship. He came down from the mountain at the age of 13 and distinguished himself in the battle to drive out the bandits. Later, he was discovered by Timothy's men. After several battles, he stood out and was recruited.
Timothy focused on training and became a famous elite lancer.
Nowadays, the thirty-five-year-old Hajie has become the deputy leader of the Knockland Knights. He is a majestic man with a tall horse and a silver gun. No one dares to underestimate him.
The position of official leader is held by Archduke Timothy's "brother-in-law" Harper.
Speaking of the knight leader Harper, he obtained the position of head leader from the elderly Timothy through his favored sister.
Although Harper doesn't know how to attack in a battle formation, he is well versed in the art of flattery and flattery. Over the years, he has relied on his status to put pressure on Hajie.
Fortunately, Harper also knew that what Timothy wanted was a knighthood that was good at fighting, rather than an incompetent person who wanted to flatter the horse. Apart from using his identity to harm innocent girls, he did not interfere too much with the knighthood.
training and combat matters, which prevented the Knockland Knights from being affected by the corruption of moral discipline.
ring,
The Knights of Nokland are the few elite soldiers that Timothy can use.
Glancing over the solemn and solemn knight in silver helmet in front of him, Hajie's eyes unconsciously stopped on the necromancer beside him. He thought he was well-informed, but he had never seen such a weird and terrifying sight.
Warlock.
Seemingly noticing Hajie's gaze, Lobito, who had been holding the underworld beacon [Heart of the Netherworld], suddenly turned his head, and the skeleton-like, skinny and ferocious old man smiled kindly at Hajie.
"General Hajie, it seems that he has something to say. We need to make some preparations to capture Winterfell Castle. Now that we have time, we might as well say something."
Looking at the face that looked like a ghostly smile, Hajie's eyes immediately separated from the old mage's, and the deputy leader of the knights shuddered.
He always felt that this strange old mage sent by Lord Acheson had a plot against him, but he never knew the other party's true purpose.
In addition, Archduke Timothy asked him to cooperate with the other party. It seemed that he was the commander of this siege, but in fact he was the terrifying old man beside him.
The 5,000 Nokland Knights plus 10,000 infantrymen are just a starting point for the old man in front of me. If we really rely on these 50,000 soldiers to take Winterfell Castle, I am afraid we will have to knock our heads to pieces and bleed, and we will be defeated.
Return.
"Lobito... Your Excellency, if I am correct, this fog that does not affect us was released by Your Excellency, right? After all, earlier, there was not so much fog following us...
To be honest, I have seen many black mages from the north, but I have never met a man as powerful as you."
Knowing that Hajie was intimidated by his own soul energy, Lobito straightened his head and set his sights on the fortress in the distance.
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I think General Hajie is also curious, how can we take down a castle garrisoned by 30,000 elite soldiers with only fifteen thousand people, right?"
He seemed to be out of breath, and the old man's words were interrupted from time to time. Coupled with the old man's hoarse and hoarse voice, it made Hajie very uncomfortable to hear it, like a punishment.
But judging from the old man's attitude, he seemed quite friendly.
With this rare opportunity, Hajie picked up the topic.
"I didn't expect that Mr. Lobito would see my doubts, and I feel deeply ashamed..."
Hearing this, Lobito smiled calmly, but outwardly, he looked like a skeletal demon opening its mouth to scare people.
"So, in General Haji's opinion, can we win if we don't accompany you on this trip?"
Not knowing what Lobito meant by taking the exam, Hajie, who felt vaguely uneasy, didn't dare to hide it, so he could only tell everything.
"In my opinion, there are only two ways to win in a battle formation. One is to know yourself and the enemy, and the other is to use more to attack less. Other than that, the details are just trivial.
Nowadays, Winterland Castle has high walls and abundant food and grass. It is surrounded by mountains on one side and steep on three sides. It has countless arrow towers and towers.
There are also 30,000 soldiers stationed waiting for work. Our army has traveled a long distance, and because of the lack of men and horses, it is already short of manpower. It is probably not a good idea to take the castle by force. The cavalry will only be defeated and killed if they dismount and attack the city.
Without the help of Mr. Lobito, using ordinary means, the fifteen thousand soldiers under my command would never be able to directly attack the castle. They would have to find another way.
When the logistics supplies are sufficient, you can either encircle the second one and cut off water and food, or poison and set fire, build long-range siege equipment, or call the battle array day and night to tire out the enemy and persuade them to surrender. When the castle defenders reveal their flaws, they can then work together to expand.
With the result of the battle, it is possible to capture the castle."
Trying to read something from the profile of the skull-headed old mage, Hajie found that he seemed unable to get any effective information from the subtle changes in the skin and bones.
Fortunately, although the old man with the skull was unrecognizable, the words in his mouth expressed satisfaction.
"I have long heard that General Hajie is omnipotent in sieges and field operations. Now let's see
Come to General Haji, you live up to your name."
Secretly heaving a sigh of relief, Hajie smiled lightly.
"Your Excellency Lobito is so complimentary."
"What General Hajie just said was conventional warfare. Naturally, we cannot easily capture the castle with conventional warfare. Ahem..."
As he was talking, the old skeleton began to cough violently and covered his eyes with his right hand. I don't know if it was an illusion. There was a faint visual image for a moment, and Hajie saw the old man's right eyeball falling out.
After the old man put down his hand again, the cloudy eyes were safely in their sockets again, but Tongren could not be seen. Instead, the side of the blood vessels was exposed, as if the eyes were forced into the eyelids.
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Not daring to show any abnormality, Hajie lowered his eyes. Out of the corner of his eye, the old man rubbed his eyes with his hands again. When Hajie raised his eyes again, everything returned to its original state.
Even the old man's words became much smoother, but the old man didn't seem to continue talking about the conventional tactics just now.
"Just as mortals cannot disobey the power of God, in this world, the road of life and death strangles everyone's destiny. As long as you are still breathing, you have to be more cautious in your actions.
No matter how unparalleled you are, even if a sharp arrow is shot through your head, your soul will return to the underworld and walk into the River Styx. This is the truth that I, Lobito, have studied all my life, General Haji, is there any truth in what I say?"
Hajie nodded. Even though he was war-loving and eager to fight, he always considered life and death. Otherwise, he would be able to unleash his true nature. Maybe by then his martial arts would be even more superb.
"Yes, I have seen many warriors who are better than me in martial arts. Because they penetrated deep into the enemy's formation, they died under the random gunfire of the soldiers. I often feel sorry for this, and gradually understand that a general can charge into the battle, but he can never go alone.
Go deep."
Caressing the dark green [Heart of the Underworld] that was shaped like a prism crystal in his hand, Lobito had a smile on his face.
"A soldier who is imprisoned by life and death will inevitably be timid as long as his mind is weak. But if the shackles of life and death are taken off, even after death is better than before death, General Hajie, what kind of combat effectiveness can a person exert?
Under such circumstances, if 15,000 people storm the castle, can they win?"
The boy shrank, and Hajie couldn't even imagine what the old skeleton mage meant, and he didn't dare to make any guesses or assertions.
Is it immortal? Or will it turn into a resurrected monster such as a zombie, skeleton, or undead to continue fighting after death?
If I die and come back to life, can I still be considered myself?
"I don't quite understand what Mr. Lobito means. Life is destined to return to dust, so how can it really be immortal?"
"As General Hajie said, if we use conventional tactics, 15,000 soldiers will definitely be defeated when attacking the city, but I can help the general break the boundary between life and death and let the soldiers under his command enter a state of immortality.
This is the extraordinary power that can break common sense, and it is also the meaning of me coming alone to support the general in capturing the castle."
Hajie, who looked horrified, didn't know what to say for a moment. He had also been to Qianjue's church and learned about the legendary God of Death. The God of Death was born specifically to hunt these "immortal" monsters.
According to the doctrine, the fallen souls who are hunted have no chance of reincarnation. Not only that, they will also be tortured.
Originally he thought that Lobito wanted to help siege the city by summoning undead creatures, but now it seems that Lobito meant to turn him and his legions into such monsters...
His right hand unconsciously clenched his fist, and Hajie took deep breaths several times to calm down his fluctuating emotions, his face a little uncertain.
Naturally, he noticed Hajie's change of attitude, but Lobito smiled sternly without changing his expression.
"General Hajie, don't be afraid of immortality. In my opinion, immortality is a gift. I wonder if you have heard of the rumors about the Hall of Valor?"
"Hall of Valor? I haven't heard about the Hall of Valor."
He had only heard some unbelievable rumors, and Hajie shook his head to deny them.
Without exposing Hajj's lie, Lobito continued.
"Only those warriors who are not afraid of life and death and eager to devote all their courage in battle and blood can go to the supreme Hall of Valor after death. In the Hall of Valor, the warriors will be reborn and fight more cruel and great battles with a more powerful posture.
, bathing itself in blood.
General Hajie, the "immortality" power I gave you comes from the Hall of Valor, so you don't have to worry, the brave and fearless warriors will never become undead or zombies, they will be reborn in death.
Continue to survive in another form."
"Unfortunately, there is no Hall of Valor in this world. Mr. Lobito, I cannot trust you unless you can prove that what you say is the truth."
"If you want me to prove it, it's actually very simple."
Lobito pulled the horse that had already been controlled and took the initiative to approach Hajie, and handed over the palm-sized Heart of the Underworld.
The fog became chaotic and thinned a lot in an instant, but it would not have a serious impact in a short period of time.
"Put your hands on it and close your eyes, General Hajj. You will know if what I say is a lie."
"Everyone, stop moving forward! Stay where you are!"
After the legions stopped, Hajie took over the strange dark green prism crystal.
The moment his vision entered darkness, an immortal giant city appeared in front of him. In the center of the giant city was a formidable skeleton hall, with countless dead souls singing praises to the name of the killer.
On the skull throne in the main hall, a cold, crazy and majestic god crossed space and time and established a special connection with him.
"Send thousands of skulls to me, Hajie, you are qualified to step into this place."
There was no reason to resist, let alone any courage to resist. From the moment the great will came, Hajie knew that the life he longed for had finally come to him.
