"Why didn't anyone slip away?" the lord walked back and forth around the wall with the mirror barrel in his hand, and that was a puzzle.

He originally expected that so many of his Sigar Land Dragons would make their debut, and a group of little soldiers with two shoulders and a head would not have to pee their pants and run away immediately. Then you can show off with Bust and Bédrick, and my Alpine Fort is simply invincible!

But no, it's like a group of kings who have eaten the scales, and those who should release their arrows and those who should hold the shield hold the shield, don't even mean to move their buttocks.

Richard's gaze finally rested on a very abrupt shield wall, and he felt that there must be a big official hidden behind it, and quietly gestured to the dwarf soldiers.

It's a pity that the other party is also very alert, and when he saw the movement of the bed crossbow, the backing wall and the crowd immediately scattered. Angry, the lord raised his leg and gave Nehru a kick to the passerby, "What are you doing with your hat!"

The kobold sat in the cold mud, blinked twice, and silently removed the felt hat on his head.

"Probably infantry-based. After all, Bust has a lot of experience, but he inadvertently said to the point, "We have too many cavalry, and they can't run away, so we can only defend." ”

Bédric stooped down and pulled Nehru up, and put the felt hat back on his head.

"Then let's discuss how to fight. Bust reached out and dusted off the feathers on top of his helmet.

"Is this still negotiable?" Richard's face was full of inexplicability, "the earth dragon rushed up to knock down the wall and open the way, the infantry followed behind to expand the results, and the light cavalry pursued the deserters, isn't it over." ”

"Theoretically, this is a reasonable process. Bust glanced at Richard and Bédrick, "But have you ever fought a siege?"

Naturally, they can only get two blank faces, one of these two people is a small lord and the other is a crown prince, how can they have half a point possible to participate in the siege of the city before.

This result made Bust very satisfied, and smashed his right fist into the palm of his left hand, "Siege is a meticulous job, but it is not as simple as it seems. Since you all have no experience, why don't you leave it all to you?"

The lord reacted quickly, looking at Buster's tough and righteous face, and wondering what a lot of things he had to do.

What experience or inexperience is obviously a disguise, and it is true that you want to make war merits for yourself, so of course the less other people participate, the better.

"Okay. Richard should come down, he is not ready to join the bureaucracy for promotion anyway, and it doesn't matter if he gives a favor.

"Let my Tiger Guards come along. Even Bédrick really thought that he was sympathetic to his inexperience, and said sincerely: "This kind of battlefield is suitable for them." ”

Bust could only nod helplessly.

Thousands of infantry began to prepare for the attack in formation, and although the strength of both the attack and defense was a little shabby, it was the first time that the lord had witnessed the siege with his own eyes. Simply let Nehru help him, and five fireballs in succession passed, blasting a gap nearly five yards wide in the wall.

After the fireball was released, Richard knew in his heart - the other party did not even have a single elemental user, otherwise it would never be possible to let the wall be destroyed so easily, and he would have to try to intercept it.

"If only it were wider. Bederick looked at the opening, feeling that at most it could only accommodate two tiger guards side by side.

"I'll do it. Cleric reached out and grabbed the badge around his neck, an ice-blue glow leaking from his fingers.

After a short chant, he summoned a snowball as high as two blades, which slowly accelerated from a standstill and rolled towards the wall like a chariot.

This middle-aged priest doesn't have a few hairs on his head, but his strength is very good, which is essentially different from a half-hung man like Nehru. The abundant and pure elements make the snowball crash into the wall, and the scene of crumbling into a snowdrift is completely derived, before slowly dissolving into nothingness and disappearing into the air.

And the gap was extended to more than ten yards.

............

"They're on the offensive. "Baron Capet sat on the roof of a room behind the wall, with a wide view of the battle. The enemy showed a standard tactic with no bright spots but no flaws,

"Two thousand four to two thousand six hundred, uncle, how shall we deal with it?" spoke Capet's squire, his youngest nephew, the apprentice knight Fontaine.

"The Pompeii barbarians will definitely attack from there, there is no doubt about it. Capet pointed to the gap in the wall with his horsewhip, "All the infantry are ready to engage in formation, and the archers are firing arrows on the flanks and in the rear." Gather half of the knights as a reserve, and be ready to support at any time when the battle situation is unfavorable. ”

"You go and give the order. Capet patted Fontaine on the shoulder, and added, "But you have to come back as soon as the pass is over." ”

"Okay. Fontaine's face collapsed.

"Your nephew doesn't seem to understand what it's like to fight at all. There was also a strong man beside Capet, with a bewitching red mandala flower tattooed on his bare head, who was shaking his head and smiling as Fontaine's back faded away.

"yes. Capet sighed, turning into a white mist in the cold air and quickly vanishing. The unconscious little nephew, maybe when he no longer calls himself "uncle" but "adult" in the army, will begin to mature.

"Do you need us to go out now?" the strong man snapped his knuckles, rattling, and his face was murderous and cruel.

In the snow-capped mountains of distant northern Stuart, in a secret mining area that doesn't even have a name, a magical gem called Sodava Dark Crystal is produced.

The Sodava Dark Crystal has excellent natural properties, and with a little refinement, it can be used to craft the famous magic equipment "Destiny Magic Stone". Relying on the occasional production of Sodava Dark Crystal, Stuart amassed a considerable amount of Destiny Stones like a poor man who saved his wife's money.

The use of this magic stone is very simple and crude - if you dig out the heart of a living person and fill it with the magic stone of destiny before he dies completely, the magic stone will run in place of the heart. Those who have recovered from the near death will be gifted with magic stones, which will give them the ability to manipulate their own blood.

The strange reason why this magic stone is named fate is that although each receptor can manipulate blood without exception, its strength and weakness are completely random. It is possible to be powerful, or it is more likely to be useless, unable to penetrate even a piece of papyrus, as impermanent as fate.

Limited by the low production of Sodava Dark Crystal, the Destiny Stone is an important material that must not be wasted.

There is no contradiction between wastefulness and randomness, and Stuart's solution is unusually straightforward, which is to prepare multiple receptors for each magic stone. If the previous recipient's ability is too weak, kill it directly, take out the magic stone, and fill it with the next one until an individual above the level line appears—this chance is less than 1 in 10.

The qualified Magic Stone Receptor is the top class in Stuart's mastery, known as the Blood Knight. It is not only because of the power of blood, but also because there is countless blood hidden behind the birth process.

Due to such a high mortality rate, the Blood Knights are almost always from the lowest slave backgrounds, but this does not mean that their lives have taken a turn for the worse.

Because—the magic stone will be stripped of most of the receptor's human senses! From now on, their tongues will not taste salty and sour, their eyes can only see black and white, and leaving the whole thing is no different from being castrated.

Only the urge to kill will never be extinguished in the bottom of my heart!