It took sappers ten days to gather wood to make siege equipment.

Those ten days were the last quiet before the Battle of Winterfell began.

One side waited for the siege equipment to be ready, and the other side stubbornly defended the winter city wall to avoid the battle, and the two sides, who should have been enemies of each other, formed an indescribable tacit understanding in this calm confrontation.

Whenever the bells of Sophia's Cathedral in Winterfell rang twice in the morning and dusk, and the Stuart soldiers changed their guard in accordance with the bells, the Pompeii army would also start eating on time. And whenever a group of strange people outside the city set up a stage to perform a play, and the Pompeii soldiers gathered to watch, the Stuarts on the wall would also stop to watch.

But this tacit understanding cannot last long, and when the timber becomes a siege cart and trebuchet, the preparations for the siege are ready, which means that peace has entered the final countdown.

It was early in the morning, it was just dawning, it was still a little cold, and a layer of hoarfrost hung from the stakes in the barracks. The melodious bells of the Cathedral of Sophia rang again, reaching the ears of the Pompeii people outside the city for thousands of yards.

It's just that this time it's not just about opening a meal.

The sleeping barracks was like a beast that had been awakened, and it came to life in an instant. Tens of thousands of Pompeii soldiers poured out of their tents, and with the sound of footsteps, the clashing of armor, and the teasing of the north and south, began to gradually converge into a neat formation, moving towards the encircled center of Winterfell.

"Hold down the step and stay consistent. The officers yelled in an attempt to ease the recruits' nerves, but it was hard to say how much it helped. Because they themselves were too excited, they couldn't help but tremble.

When tens of thousands of people move forward with the same goal, the same belief, and the same mission. The shouts are like waves rushing towards you, and everyone in them can't help but be angry and angry! It will also make the enemies in front of you taste fear, as if the mountain peak is collapsing head-on!

The movement of the army could not hide the defenders at all, and besides, both sides had been preparing for a long time.

On one side, tens of thousands of elite city guards rely on the fortified city, and famous generals sit in the town, holding the will to die to defend it to the death. On the other side is an army of 200,000 heroes, complete with all kinds of troops, just waiting to break the city and kill the enemy.

The battle was at its climax as soon as it began!

The first to be unveiled was a long-range firepower projection consisting of trebuchets and mages. Pompeii, as a traditional power, really has a good set of military applications of spells.

With the creak of wooden friction, dozens of trebuchet booms were raised high at the same time, and the stones instantly took off and were thrown towards the city. A moment later there was an earth-shattering bang, and several crumbles and cracks on the city walls, showing the accuracy and power of the Pompeii trebuchet!

This was just calibration, and the sappers shouted to reset the trebuchet slightly, and the rough stones were replaced with carefully polished stone balls.

The captain of the sapper corresponding to each trebuchet untied his skin and poured the clear liquid inside on the stone ball, and suddenly a strong smell of wine wafted around.

"Let Stuart show us how good we are!" commanding the trebuchet is a strong one-eyed dragon named Peka, whose eye was lost in the battle with Stuart, so it is becoming more and more ferocious at the moment.

Nine purple-robed court mages and fifteen red-robed mages form the magical power of the expeditionary legion.

Twelve of the fire mages had already started to hold spells before the trebuchet was launched, and if you listened carefully, it was not difficult to find that the twelve mages with different levels, habits, and speaking speeds were maintaining the same speed of speech and reciting the same incantations at this time, which was obviously the result of deliberate creation.

They were surrounded by twelve well-trained apprentices in magic, each holding a gold plate with a large crystal of clarity on it. Twelve apprentices are cruising back and forth according to certain rules and routes. So the magic crystal on the gold plate also flickered and dimmed with the change of position.

There is power in words, both spoken and written.

When a spell made up of dragons, ancient elves, and even individual Titan syllables is played in twelve-accents, a subtle resonance is formed. With the deliberate cooperation of the mages, this resonance was further strengthened. The incantation grew louder and louder, and the mysterious tone seemed to be the devil whispering.

When dozens of stone balls weighing thousands of pounds soared into the sky, the mages' spells came to an abrupt end.

At that moment, Richard's eyes almost flashed on the spot - a raging fire suddenly ignited on the stone ball in mid-air, bursting out with orange-red blazing light, as dazzling as a small sun, and the air around him was also distorted!

It is entirely conceivable that these stone balls blessed by spells can have a terrifying effect once they hit the city wall.

The mages stationed in Winterfell are not dead men, and they are colorful interception spells. Water arrows, wind blades, and fireballs are sown out like money, and they collide with the stone balls!

The technique used by the Mages of Pompeii is called Resonance Casting, which is carefully arranged to distribute the burden that a single person cannot bear, while reducing the casting time. Although this technique is extremely high-end and represents a high level of magical attainment, the after-effects of multi-player cooperation are still unavoidable.

The elements with different spiritual imprints clash and repel each other, and the resulting spell body is extremely unstable.

After the collision between the "Little Sun" and various spells, the influx of external alien elements caused the fire elements that were barely restrained to explode in an instant!

Accompanied by a raging wave of fire, dozens of stone balls exploded into pieces in mid-air - the scene seemed like the end of the world.

The wind blows up the snow on the ground, and before it can hit the ground, it has been scorched or even evaporated by the heat. Even if they were so far away, Richard felt a few traces of water fall on his face.

Before he could react, the vibration under his feet had already been transmitted. He looked down and saw the stones on the ground tumbling and jumping.

It is good for the city walls to avoid direct impacts. But for the defenders on the walls, it may not make any difference at all, or even more cruel.

The stones that were being shot everywhere not only had an amazing kinetic energy no less than a crossbow, but what was even more terrifying was that the temperature was terrifyingly high. Countless stones swept condescendingly across the sky, and for the defenders on the wall, it was no different from a catastrophe!

"Oh my God!" the lord shook his head as he smacked his lips.

He saw with his own eyes that a silver-armored halberd soldier was smashed in the chest by a fist-sized stone, and at first he jumped up like crazy, and before he could make any other movements, he quickly fell to the ground after a few convulsions.

The stone had smashed a pit in the front of his breastplate, firmly embedded in the bottom of the pit. As time passed, the heat it carried began to spread, and the iron around it became red and bright, and then softened and flowed like clay, and fell on the flesh in a puff of green smoke.

Richard could almost smell a suffocating stench lingering on the tip of his nose.