Fortress of Broken Mountain, the fifth day of the siege, evening.

Reinforcements have not arrived.

Perhaps it was because the frantic bloody battles of several days in a row consumed too much and the casualties were too heavy, and the offensive and defensive sides chose a "truce" in the afternoon of the same day.

Flames burning, snow fluttering—the corpse-strewn battlefield was dead silent, revealing an indescribable strangeness, not only inside the fortress, but also outside the city The Azorean elves were too quiet, and there was no intention of a night attack or attack except to search the bones of the robes on the battlefield.

Only a handful of small armies on both sides broke out in the trenches beneath the fortress, ending in a crushing defeat for the Empire, but the "victorious" elven warriors also drew revenge from the ballistas and a rain of arrows on the walls.

As for how much such a "revenge" can mean, God really knows.

Exhausted and exhausted, Drexis, having arranged for the officers and soldiers to be on duty at the beacon tower, walked down the stairs down the wall with a straight face, and before he had left the first line of defense, he met Salika Jonah, who was also exhausted, in a corner.

The wounded Archduchess sat sideways in the corner, with a broken saddle underneath her legs outstretched, half-open, and boredly sharpening a saber full of gaps with the whetstone she carried with her.

The Boi hussars gathered around her were also languishing, either standing against the wall or squatting, looking at the sky silently, drinking the mare's milk wine they had brought with them, and when they saw someone coming, they didn't even have the strength to stand up and squeak at their archduke, and their eyes were full of confusion.

"This battle is almost over. ”

This kind of rhetoric full of decadence is replaced by the fact that in normal times, Dresis will stand up and quarrel loudly with Salica, reprimand, and then make a statement that "the empire will win, and the Azores will lose" to boost the morale of the soldiers who are still insisting on fighting.

Replaced with the usual ......

The tired Drexis had no intention of arguing with her, he knew very well that compared to himself who commanded logistics and rescue on the city walls, the Archduke of the Scimitar, who stood on the front line outside the city walls and fought against the elves, was the one who was under the most pressure.

It's not that they haven't tried, it's just that every attempt has failed - forced breakouts, scattered breakouts, sneak attacks, wall charges, scimitar attacks...... Salika really tried all the tactics that could be used.

But the Azorean elves outside the city are as if they are not afraid of death at all, and can use the most cruel tactics and the most direct way to extinguish every hope they have placed on them!

They can withstand two-to-one or even three-to-one casualties, allowing the elven warriors wielding long knives to launch a "counter-charge" against cavalry with equal strength;

It can allow the warriors in the spear phalanx to withstand the alchemy bombs and ignition agents that fall from the sky, and the stone cannons maintain a dense formation to advance;

It is easier to find death on the battlefield than you think, but it is easier to see death on the battlefield than you think, but let thousands of soldiers form a scale, and disciplined people regard death as home... That's a terrifying thing.

Drexis could see the fear in the tired eyes of the brave, scarred hussars.

Salika didn't lie, if this battle continues, it will not be a demoralization collapse, but if you continue to let the soldiers go to their deaths, if you can't see reinforcements and no hope, you will mutiny!

It was only in this battle that Drécis was able to really put himself in the right position - in the past, Loren Torino was a little clever, opportunistic, cautious and lucky.

Now it seems that it will be able to hold Eberden for thirty days in front of an army of 100,000 Azorean elves... It is truly a miracle that cannot be described and described in words!

What degree of accuracy, calm and cautious, is it necessary to hold out for a whole month in a city where it is impossible to organize a defense, with half of the enemy's army?

Drexis didn't know, he only knew that if this battle continued like this, he would completely live up to His Majesty's high hopes and trust in entrusting all command to him before the war, and admit his defeat and incompetence!

"Tomorrow I will send another messenger to urge him. ”

Drexis said weakly, and he didn't know whether he was comforting Salika or comforting himself: "The civil war in East Sackland is over, and Byrne should have received the news." ”

"Both support armies are dominated by hoplite regiments, and if you count the time, maybe they are already on the way... It's almost there!"

"Hmm. ”

"It's possible ... Arles had also received news that they were sending troops north, probably to wait for them, so Byrne's army had been delayed for a few days. ”

"Possibly. ”

"Of course, we can't pin our hopes on reinforcements, I'll urge the alchemists in the fortress to speed up the production of more alchemy weapons, and the Knights of Oath... Wait until tomorrow, and I will ask them to fight alongside you. ”

"Thank you. ”

The Archduke of the Scimitar nodded weakly, and it was considered that she should make peace—in fact, if it weren't for the fact that she had been severely injured in the Centaur War, she would have sent a messenger to Boi for reinforcements.

With a somewhat tired look, Drexis took a few steps forward, pushed away a hussar and sat down beside Salika, and took the mare's milk from the other hand:

"It's been five days... There's still no news from the Valley of Blood, let alone reinforcements, not even a single messenger, you say, could it be Loren Turin... Already ......"

Salika shook her head silently.

"Why?"

"There's no why—you won't understand if you haven't fought that bastard. Salika sighed, "This bastard... It's like having eyes on your head, you can always see what you can't see, and you can always know what you don't know. ”

She gestured as she spoke: "How do you say it—it's like when you go to cut someone, you should only think about cutting people, and this bastard may even think about the process of cutting people, what to do after chopping, and what to do if you don't finish cutting." ”

"So if he doesn't come back, it proves that he thinks it's right for him not to come back, and it's right not to talk to us—of course, it could be that his messengers have also been slaughtered by the enemy and haven't been contacted by us. ”

"But... All in all, this guy can't die, and as long as he doesn't want to die, no one can kill him!"

Drexis frowned slightly, completely unaware of where Salika's "confidence" came from.

"I said, you won't understand. Salika spread her hands with a look of "I know": "Anyone who hasn't fought with that guy can't understand." ”

Looking at her clear look, Drexis, who was already full of doubts, got up and wanted to ask, but was stopped by the flag officer beside him.

"Lord Drexis, there's something... You may need to ask for it yourself. ”

"Is it important, if it's not important, I'll talk about it later; I don't ...... it at all."

"My subordinate thinks it's better for you to find out right away. The flag officer insisted, his expression a little ugly: "The two flag commanders of the baggage team are waiting to see you. ”

"The baggage team... Sappers?" The confused Dresis raised his eyebrows, and his face changed suddenly:

"You—Are you going to say ......?"

The flag bearer nodded vigorously, and his eyes trembled:

"Five days of fighting, our army's reserves of fire oil, alchemy bombs and ignition agent... It's all gone!"

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"Boom ————!!!!"

The thunderous roar of the dragon tore through the dark clouds with the black shadows—the broad wings that covered the sky and the sun, the unimaginably large body, the high and hideous head, the claws and fangs as sharp as swords and spears......

But it belongs to a "dragon" with only bones and gray-blue flames burning in its eye sockets.

Shocked, Lusen looked up at the shadow in the sky - yes, he remembered the dragon, and nearly burned the "bone dragon" to ashes when he broke into the dragon king with the black-haired wizard and Isaac.

Why, it's here......

No, now is not the time to care about this!

The gray-eyed boy who forcibly brought himself back to consciousness finally turned it into pieces with a sword before he was bitten by the rotting corpse demon, and continued to run non-stop:

"Charge, charge! Keep up with me—don't stop!"

That's right, it is impossible to stop anyway, otherwise it will be dead - losing speed, the cavalry that is too big to target is an excellent live target among the thousands of rotting corpses.

Anyway, Lusen absolutely didn't believe that the enemy would let the bone dragon avoid the location of the carrion demon because of the reason of "cherishing the soldiers".

"What's that, is it a dragon?!"

"Impossible, dragon... Isn't it only the royal family of De Salion that can become a dragon rider, why do evil gods and monsters also have dragons in their hands?!"

"W-What the hell is going on here?!"

But... Even if he could overcome it, it didn't mean that all the Byrne knights would understand, and while they were still stunned, the huge black shadow had already spread its wings and descended from the sky.

"Boom ————!!!!"

Loud booms, explosions, screams, wails, long hisses...... A wave of air came from behind, nearly knocking Luson off his horse.

Damn! Damn!

Listening to the screams behind him, Lusin didn't even dare to look back at the knights and demon hunters who followed him, how many of them were gone.

He also knew that the "old acquaintance" was behind him, staring at him with those blue fiery eyes, and perhaps he had opened his bloody mouth and was ready to spit dragon fire on himself, if that thing could still be called dragon fire.

So he charged, just charged, constantly treading the fragments of the carrion demon in front of him, and did everything possible to complete the task given to him by Loren Turin......

Charge, and then... Fight not to die!

As long as you're alive... As long as he was alive, Lord Loren would have a way to defeat the monster, and as long as he had told him to do so, he must have figured out a way, and he would win if he tried to do the best he could.

Absolutely!

"Rush, ——!"

"Boom ——————!!!!"

At the moment of the shout, a completely different "thunderclap" sounded in the sky - the angry crimson dragon roared down from the sky and pounced on the bone dragon.

There was no intention of greeting at all, and Grum directly opened his bloody mouth at the figure on the ground, and the pillar of fire dragon flame swept along with a roar.

The skeletal dragon, sensing the "threat", also raised its head, its outstretched wings constantly rolling up in waves, and almost all the rotting demons that came close to it were torn to pieces and scattered in the snowflakes.

Bang——!

The bone dragon soared into the air, leaving a very regular hemispherical crater in place, and the burst air wave directly "bumped" the gray-eyed boy and his horse out.

"Lord Ruthen——!"

Several witchers around hurriedly gathered.

"I'm fine!"

Struggling to get up, gasping for air, Lusen frowned and looked up at the battle in the sky that "had nothing to do with him".

The two giant beasts soaring in the sky spread their wings, their sharp fangs and strong claws wrestling under the lead-gray clouds, their huge bodies constantly rising and falling, and the wind swept towards each other.

The smooth body, the rough but powerful movements, the collision of limbs... Flipping, staggering, flipping, staggering, and screaming at each other, roaring......

As if they weren't fighting, they were dancing, and the Sky Dome of the Valley of Bloodbones was their dance floor... It's just that they both want to kill their "dance partners" desperately.

"Lord Luceen, how the hell is this going to ......?"

"Where are we now?"

The gray-eyed young man coldly interrupted his subordinates' words: "How many of the cavalry who rushed down together did not get separated or died?"

"This ......"

The demon hunters with clenched teeth looked around on their warhorses: "It should be... We must have rushed to the lowest part of the valley - but the avalanche covered all the gentle slopes, and there was no road or summit in sight!"

"As for the cavalry, I can only see the people around me, and I guess there is still when they came... Uh, a third?"

"Then go and gather them all together! Regroup, gather as many people as possible, and then make another charge, in the direction of the valley heights, and we will rush back!"

Lusen turned over his horse and his expression was extremely determined: "Our task is to crush the first round of attack of the monster army as much as possible, and now that the mission has been reached, it is time to retreat." ”

"Don't forget the Duke's words, trust your comrades, and even more importantly, protect your comrades, carry out every order and step... Got it?!"

“...... Got it. ”

Although he was reluctant, the witcher knew that Lusen was right - if all the cavalry were killed at the bottom of the valley, the consequences would be that the infantry would have to face an army of hundreds of thousands of monsters alone.

"Then follow me!"

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