Yuri sat on one side of the long table, and the dim firelight reflected his wrinkled, shriveled, pale face.
At first glance from a distance, I thought it was some vampire who had defected to attend the meeting.
"You should be responsible for this fiasco, Lord Rhodes."
The archbishop sat on a chair and criticized Rhodes across from him.
Rhodes didn't want to quarrel with them. After all, they were still allies. It would not be good for anyone if they ruined the relationship. But in the face of Bishop Yuri's tit-for-tat accusations, and on such an occasion, in full view of the public, Rhodes could no longer sit back and watch.
Ignore it.
"Responsible? What responsibility? Isn't this shared by the two of us? Do you want to blame Kislev for the failure of the siege?"
Rhodes asked loudly.
"I have enough manpower. We could have captured that city. As long as your artillery continued to bombard the city wall and opened a few more holes, my soldiers could rush in through those gaps and bloom in many places instead of everyone crowding in.
At a gap, let the undead monsters slaughter our soldiers."
Yuri stood up and refuted the same loudly. His voice became higher and higher, and the expression on his face became more ferocious and terrifying. It seemed that there was an unwillingness rising in his heart.
Rhodes knew what it was, but he couldn't tell. Everyone has what they care about most, even Archbishop Sigmar or the Snow Queen of Kislev.
"The soldiers are already scaling the wall. If we continue to shell the wall, our soldiers will be accidentally injured."
Rhodes retorted excitedly.
Bishop Yuri stopped talking. He suddenly realized that he could no longer argue with the northern lord in front of him on this issue. Because the other party was indeed justified. The shelling would accidentally injure the soldiers who were climbing the wall, although Yuri didn't care about those few people.
Casualties, for him, those fanatical believers who climbed the wall were nothing more than cannon fodder.
But even if he thinks so, he cannot say it out loud. Saying such words in front of everyone will only make him lose his military morale.
"So, where's your dragon? Where's your frost demon dragon? What? It's so precious that you can't bear to use it?"
"You could have ridden it and destroyed the defenders on the city wall..."
"Enough, Archbishop!"
Yuri's extremely mocking words were interrupted by Rhodes.
"That's my business, it's not your turn to dictate. Frigoste is a frost dragon, not a demon dragon. It has not been corrupted by chaotic energy, nor has it grown those evil double heads."
"What about you? Lord Bishop? Why don't you go into battle in person? The devout believers are bleeding and dying on the front lines, while their leaders are watching the battle leisurely from behind?"
"Me? You ask an old man who is nearly a hundred years old to go to the battlefield in person? Do you know what it means to respect people?"
"I am the spiritual leader of all fanatical believers. I must sit in the rear. As long as I appear on the battlefield, I can boost their morale. It doesn't matter where I am! That's not your business!"
Yuri said furiously.
"Building morale? Then according to the agreement, the Flagellants should launch an attack from the tunnel. We should have seen Sigmar's devout believers and warriors appear in the city of Duncanhof, but where are they? I have never seen it!
"
Rhodes stared at Yuri with contempt.
The bishop's face was ashen, and his big hands were clenched into fists. He stood up from his chair angrily, pointed his scepter at Rhodes, and cursed loudly——
"You still have the nerve to mention the truth?"
"It's those damn tunnels dug by Mrs. Kislev that allowed my soldiers to die in vain. Those tunnels were filled with countless undead zombies, crypt ghouls, and who knows what else, and they killed me.
The soldiers were blocked in the narrow tunnels and massacred, and not a single living person came out of those tunnels!"
Yuri's scepter touched Rhodes' face.
The anger in his heart made Rhodes want to go crazy on the spot.
Just when his emotions reached the critical point of breaking out, Pastor Walkerma stood up.
He slowly walked between the two of them and lowered Yuri's scepter little by little.
"Honorable Lord Bishop, and Lord Lord Rhodes, I am Reverend Walkerma of the Scarlet Monastery. Although my status is not as noble as everyone present, I think I still have some say in this battle."
After Wokma put down Yuri's scepter, he walked to Bishop Yuri again.
"My Lord Bishop, with all due respect, the real fierce battle is still to come. After this battle, the strength of the undead vampires has greatly increased, and may even cut off our retreat and counter-encircle the coalition forces of the Church and Kislev. At this time, it is not us.
It’s a time of internal bickering. Now more than ever, we need unity.”
After saying that, the pastor turned to look at Rhodes again.
After saying these words, Rhodes' anger was mostly gone.
Looking at the yet-to-be-famous legendary hero in front of him, Rhodes suddenly saw the shadow of his past in him. He was humble, low-key, and even catered to others. In the past, he would act as the mediator on such occasions, but now,
But let others come out to mediate.
"Yesterday, I was still fighting bloody battles on that bloody battlefield. Today, I am lucky to be here alive. I think I should be qualified to say a few words."
"Regarding this battle, I think that both Lord Rhodes and you, the Bishop, are right. We deployed according to past experience and captured the city in accordance with our usual practices. However, what we did not expect was that Duncan Hof Castle
The city walls are so strong."
Walkerma said calmly.
"The walls of Duncanhof Castle may have been reinforced by magic, making it impossible for ordinary light artillery to penetrate it."
Ice Wizard Caroline added.
"The heavy siege artillery from the Imperial Nuln Arsenal can penetrate it."
Geert suggested.
"Don't mention Nun again. Wesenland was the first imperial province to withdraw from this war. It is a waste and has no effect."
Even the archbishop himself couldn't stand the division of the empire and the emperor's inaction, and couldn't help but make some remarks on the spot.
But after all, Mrs. Kislev was opposite, and Rhodes could see that Yuri was holding back and did not express all his dissatisfaction. After all, no matter how bad the empire was, it was still a family matter, and Kislev was just a temporary ally.
"Is there no way to conquer this city?"
Sibes, the leader of the Bear Knights, asked loudly.
"We can't even retreat now. The dead soldiers have become puppets of vampires. In the next siege, we will face more enemies than now. And once we retreat, all the efforts we have made before will be in vain.
Those undead and undead creatures may still attack us along the way."
"Yes! The death winds of Sylvania will continue to corrupt us."
"Last night, my men chopped off the arms of two zombies in the camp. Where do you think they came from? From the soil! Damn it, how many corpses are buried under this land?"
There was a lot of discussion at the scene. Even Rhodes couldn't help but frown, as there was no better way to solve the current predicament.