In mid-April of the 2nd year of the New Calendar in the Northland, a coalition of more than 10,000 nobles arrived at the dense fog fortress south of Cold Wind City. This was the largest army in the Northland in recent decades, with continuous camps covering the mountains and fields. Banners blocked the sun, and at a glance
Can't see beyond.
The nobles of more than a dozen northern cities put aside their usual grudges and stood on the same front to face an unprecedented enemy. A 'monster' emerged from the dark forest, and a 'man-eating devil' who wanted to destroy the privileged class.
A golden-roofed tent was erected in the center of the camp, and the banshee flag of the Butch family was erected high. Lord Friedman entered the place. He bet all the wealth of the family and gathered tens of thousands of troops just to capture the small little building opposite.
fortress.
It's very funny that the Butchi family became a noble by sealing the six-armed snake demon that broke into the material world. Now their family is fighting with the help of the snake demon.
As the target of this battle, the thick fog fortress wall is ten meters high, and the area is not large according to visual inspection. The nobles estimate that there are an extra thousand people stationed inside, no more. The 'Man-eating Demon King' is inside, destroy him
All problems can be solved.
After the formation was set up, representatives from more than a dozen cities and hundreds of big families gathered in a golden-roofed tent measuring hundreds of square meters. Everyone gathered together, staring with blood-red eyes, preparing for a brutal fight.
In terms of numbers, the nobles have an absolute advantage. They have nearly a thousand formal wizards of level five or above, and more than five thousand powerful professional soldiers. Even the attendants have been trained for many years and are well-equipped.
Before, everyone was worried and felt that Victor Hugo would be difficult to deal with. But now when comparing the combat power, they suddenly felt that their chances of winning were more than 90% - relying on the strength of numbers, one person could drown his opponent with just a spit of spit.
"I plan to launch a night attack." Friedman stood on the throne and paid attention to the heroes in the tent. "Devils all have night vision. A thousand coward demons can all serve as cannon fodder, which is perfect for tearing apart the enemy's defense."
In the corner of the tent squatted a 2-meter-tall Berserker Demon. It looked like a huge and thick humanoid toad, ugly and powerful. Its wide mouth was covered with sharp teeth, and its back was covered with thorns. It carried two handles in its hands.
Huge axe.
This monster stinks all over, and no one comes close to it within a few meters. It is the commander of this demon army. Its two big copper bell eyes are always staring at the heads of the humans in the tent, and it is muttering demonic things that others cannot understand.
language.
As soon as Friedman said that the 'demonic army' was to be used as cannon fodder, everyone in the tent stared at this monster from another dimension. Its original challenge level was 14, and after the projection was weakened, it was also at level 11.
Level 11 is already very powerful. 90% of the nobles and wizards in this tent are not above level 10. For such a powerful monster to fight the vanguard and die, everyone feels that the chance of winning is even better.
"Who is willing to follow the demon army and launch an attack?" Friedman looked around, "Our enemies are within the fortress. The family that attacks first can get 10% more of the loot."
When they heard that they could get an extra 10% of the spoils, the nobles started talking among themselves. Farrell, who was sitting under Friedman, sat still and gave up the temptation after thinking about it for a while.
A thousand demons may seem like a lot, but if this force can break open Victor Hugo's defense, Farrell's two thousand men will not be blocked outside the fortress.
He launched several more probing attacks in the past two days, but failed to take advantage each time. He had finally learned how powerful his opponent was.
But Farrell didn't grab him. A stout old nobleman stood up opposite him.
"Dear Lord Friedman, our Knights of Thorns in Night City are willing to take over this honor."
The Night City is to the north, deep into the Black Forest. The old noble who wants to take credit is called Yeck, a poor guy. The Knights of Thorns under him have a nice name, but they are actually poor. The internal races are mixed, and there are many orcs and even
Gnolls join.
However, the Knights of Thorns are huge in number, with a strength of 800, making them the largest knights in the North. Its gnoll soldiers are complete beasts, with great strength and speed. They are really a powerful fighting force that dares to fight.
In particular, jackals can also see in the dark, are cruel and fearless, and can better cooperate with the demon army. They are much stronger than humans who rely on potions and arcane aids.
Yeke waved his hand, and five strong and fierce young men stood up behind him, "I have five sons, all of whom are the best warriors in the North. They are willing to serve Mr. Friedman to kill Vick."
Much like Hugo’s head.”
The five young men were all very strong, well-built, and had cold eyes. They were not wearing armor, and their upper bodies were bare, showing their thick arms and thick chest muscles. In the eyes of others, they were indeed good warriors, capable of running rampant on the battlefield.
Friedman nodded repeatedly, satisfied that someone came out to support him. He promised to provide 500 archers to cover the warriors of Night City to ensure that they could attack the city.
This plus one thousand, eight hundred, and five hundred adds up to a force of just over 2,000. There is also a surprise bonus for night attacks, and the winning rate will be even higher.
Many nobles in the tent even felt that if their side was engaged in such a big battle, they would defeat the enemy in one fell swoop tonight. Some even regretted why they did not speak out first to take the first attack position. Maybe the benefits would be theirs.
There were noisy discussions in the tent, and only Farrell sneered disdainfully in his heart: "Do these idiots think Victor Hugo is a softie? They are rushing to die.
If you had seen that guy flying into the sky alone and hacking away a dozen gargoyles in the blink of an eye, you wouldn't have any idea of an easy victory. The nobles who participated in the war were lucky to survive half of the war."
But Farrell didn't say anything, he was eager for someone to bravely defeat his opponent's strength.
Friedman arranged several more troops to respond, and the tactical arrangement for the night attack was over. This is the case with the aristocratic army. The commander-in-chief only mentions the combat requirements, and has no control over how the recipients implement the orders.
It was already before sunset in the evening, and the old nobleman Yeck, who had received the first attack mission, happily walked out of the golden-roofed tent with his five sons. They hurried to the camp where they were stationed, and mobilized the hundreds of troops they had brought.
The Knights of Thorns Crown had a large number of troops, and they hurriedly opened fire and cooked, preparing to eat and drink enough to fight in the battle. The mad war demon also walked out of the golden-roofed tent, summoning his vromo and timid demons, preparing to attack the fog fortress.
Peripheral fortifications.
For demons, fighting is an instinct imprinted indelibly in the soul. For them, the spurting of plasma is the supreme enjoyment, and the breaking of bones and flesh is a luxurious feast. The value of their existence is to destroy and destroy.
The terrifying bottomless abyss will drop meteorites without warning, blow cold winds that freeze everything, and raise volcanoes erupting lava. In this environment, demons are not afraid of death at all. Because in the endless death,
They will continue to be reborn.
The human woman transformed by the snake demon also walked out of the tent. Its enchanting appearance attracted the attention and ambition of countless nobles. However, the wizard's arcane vision can recognize the identity of the high-level demon, and peepers are often frightened to the point of speechlessness.
The setting sun is casting its last rays of light from the direction of the fortress, and night is about to fall.
The snake demon pointed at the fortress and gave instructions to the mad warrior demon. The mad warrior demon holding two axes immediately roared and performed the devil's unique skill-summoning its kind.
The ax blade hit the ground, and with the chanting of obscure demonic language, the plane channel opened, and another ugly and terrifying mad war demon appeared - the nobles who were watching made sounds of surprise and joy. It seems that tonight's battle will