On the eighth day of the Ebotden offensive and defensive battle, as the purpose of the elven fleet to capture the castle was completely revealed, the battle between the attack and the defense finally entered the most intense state.

After only one night's rest, the 40,000-strong elven army approached the walls of Eboden again, and almost at the same time, another small fleet bypassed the harbor and landed at another smaller beachhead not far away.

Calling it a "small fleet", it is only relative - 3,000 elite elven warriors set up temporary siege camps and fortifications along the riverbank, surrounded and stormed the castle.

For the first time, the Ebolden defenders "really" felt the pressure of the enemy's attack on all fronts.

From the ring fortress to the castle on the other side of the Gem River, all the alarm bells on the entire Ebolden line sounded almost like "drums and flowers", and the lines and strongholds were constantly on fire under the desperate onslaught of the elven warriors, and almost all of them were in a hurry.

The fragile walls of Eboden were like a leaky iron net, and the few fortifications that were left could be easily filled by the enemy with superiority in numbers.

And once the local advantage of more enemies and fewer enemies is lost, in a one-on-one situation, the defenders of Eberden against the elves can only be a one-sided slaughter!

Faced with the enemy's attack on all fronts, Loren could only take the few remaining Byrne knights and witchers to act as "fire captains", running back and forth on the city wall to block the enemy's pace as much as possible.

Terrible screams continued to return home over the harbor, and one by one the broken corpses fell from the walls—rubble, broken corpses, destroyed curtain walls, and ballistas, falling along with the smoke and dust from the explosion, piled up in the trenches on the inner and outer sides.

At this point in the battle, if the Ebolden defenders were defending their homeland to keep themselves from being defeated, the mercenaries were motivated by sheer fear.

Although the number was very small, the enemy had landed on the other side of the river, and without reinforcements, retreating was tantamount to death.

Holding on is death, and running away is death, and the mercenaries clutched and handed them bags of gold and silver coins, and as they watched the enemies swarming under the city walls, they could only cry and cry and pounce on them, cursing in their hearts why they were obsessed with money and did not run away before the elves came.

But it's too late to say anything now.

At night, the elves, who had not been able to completely capture the city walls, chose to retreat again, and the defenders of Ebotden, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, were ordered to return to their posts immediately before they could enjoy a hot meal, and before they could sleep well before the turn.

In the face of such an "impersonal" commander, it is no surprise that the defenders, or mainly the mercenaries, revolted.

Then they experienced first-hand the "treatment" that only the elite of the elves could enjoy before.

The twelve leaders were directly scorched by Loren Turin's "Turin Fire", and then he carried the "Dawn" greatsword and slaughtered these routs with one enemy to collapse.

The mercenaries who surrendered on their knees were separated, and a dozen legionnaires who were less guilty were sent to the castle to assist in the defense, while the rest were hanged on the city walls as an example.

As a result, no one dared to resist Duke Byrne's orders for the time being.

It wasn't until late at night that the Ebolden defenders finally knew why Duke Byrne was so "unkind".

Because the Azorean elves are here again - and it happens to be the time of the original change of the guard, as if it was planned!

The reason why it can be guessed is also very simple: because the "pillars of light" that the elven fleet launched towards the city wall like a "watch" after retreating was not just to watch the fireworks, but to measure the accurate time of the defenders' change of guard from the reaction on the city wall and the strength of the ice barrier.

In eight days, they finally got it!

Immediately, the army of 40,000 elves attacked again under the cover of the night.

An army of 40,000 troops, no more, no less, is just enough to allow the enemy's main army to rotate once, and the strength is still twice as large as the defenders, and it is just enough to fill the entire front of the Ebotden coast!

The battle at night was even more difficult than during the day - there was no time to rest, and the defenders, who had just complained about a riot, were facing the onslaught of the elven army before they could even prepare their fortifications.

This time, it was not only Loren who led people to "put out the fire", but he had to go into battle himself to suppress the momentum of the enemy's attack, and finally forcibly recruited thousands of women and children in Eboden City as auxiliaries, and replaced 3,000 patrols with the city walls, so as to fill the gap.

The battle continued until the early hours of the morning, and after losing 3,000 men, the elves were finally reluctantly repulsed - but both the walls and the castle on the other side of the river were crumbling.

When the day dawned, the exhausted defenders were greeted not only by the sunrise, but also by the trumpets of the Azorean elven army, which sounded with the sunrise.

After the complete withdrawal of the army during the night, warships and boats loaded with another 40,000 troops launched another onslaught on the coast of Ebolden.

By the tenth day of the offensive and defensive battle, the whole of Ebolden was already in mourning.

The Ebolden defenders finally understood the Elves' plan and why they had only made a "scratch-and-go" feint every time, retreating before the casualties mounted.

Because there is no need to fight any more, as long as such a high-intensity and uninterrupted attack lasts for another two or three days, they don't need to do anything, and the extremely tired defenders can collapse on their own!

And the weak, weak Ebolden defenders could not do any harm to the retreating elven army at all - because as long as they were out of the protective range of the city walls, what awaited them was a massacre!

Tormented by bitter cold, sickness, exhaustion and tense nerves... Not to mention fighting, they are starting to lose even the motivation to stay alive - the number of dead is increasing several times more than before.

Faced with a crumbling defensive line, the always cautious Earl of Fort Fury, Eckert, and the remnants of the Free Council of Eberden (though almost all of the Wizard's Tower side remained), finally agreed to Loren's plan to go out of the city to fight.

So in the early hours of the same day, when the elven army was calmly retreating, the gate of Eboden suddenly opened, and the light cavalry composed of a thousand Byrne knights and two thousand mercenaries assembled into an army launched a sudden charge in the direction of the beach.

The goal is not to kill or injure, but to burn the enemy's boats and rafts transporting soldiers!

At the moment of the assault, the unprepared elven army was torn apart and unable to organize an effective defense, and three thousand cavalry rushed to the beach, setting fire to the beach with canisters of fire and ignition agent, or even anything that could be set on fire.

The enemy's reaction was also swift - in less than a quarter of an hour, the elite of the rear line was quickly regrouped and began to block and encircle the cavalry in a targeted manner.

Although Loren immediately led the army to retreat, he was constantly being overtaken, the galloping horses were stuck in the sand, the heavily armed Byrne knights were dragged off their horses by the enemy, and the mercenaries who fled in panic died in a rain of arrows......

The plan succeeded, and a large number of skiffs were burned, even if the elves used the sea water to extinguish some of them, the loss was more than half, and the Byrne knights who set out with Loren also lost a third, and the mercenaries suffered more than half of the casualties.

In any case, the Ebolden defenders were finally given time to rest, and the demoralized elven fleet did not attack again for the rest of the day.

Looking at Duke Byrne, who had returned from his wounds, Ebotden did not dare to question his decisions and judgments from the parliament to the common people.

Or at this moment of despair, Loren is already their only hope, and they have to listen if they don't listen.

But Ebolden was indeed on the verge of collapse - the elves only needed one more kick to bring down the rotten wooden gate.

Day 12 - The defenders, who had secured a day's rest, did not waste most of their energy on rebuilding the fortifications, and the elven fleet, which had lost half of its dinghy, did not look as strong as before, despite all the efforts they could to replenish it.

The only "surprise" was that a very small elven army attacked the wall near the south, and although it was small and driven back, Loren ordered the news to be blocked, advertised as sending troops to loot supplies.

At present, Ebolden is completely supported by the belief that he will fight and defend his homeland, and once he learns that the enemy has begun to land, he will take himself from his backpack, and his morale will plummet!

On the thirteenth day, the commander of the castle finally called for reinforcements from Loren Turin.

The legionnaires who defended the castle were not only exhausted and suffering heavy casualties, but also had to face three to four times as many enemies - to be able to get the arrogant legion commander to ask for help was enough to prove that the situation was in danger of falling to the castle at any moment.

But the truth is that Loren himself can't muster any manpower right now—casualties are growing, and the walls are also in jeopardy, and he has requisitioned 5,000 workshop workers from the city, equipped with armor and weapons and shields to fill the void left by the casualties.

But these "soldiers" were only full of numbers, and they were of no use except morale, and they could not even do basic phalanx and offensive and defensive battles; they fought with blood, and they were almost blocking the path of the enemy's attack with their own corpses.

All Loren could do was give the final order to the castle to see the situation clearly, and as soon as they realized that the enemy was showing signs of retreating, they immediately withdrew their entire army from the fortress.

The fall of the castle has entered the countdown.

By the fourteenth day, the Legion Commander, who still had no support, had to evacuate from the castle with the remaining two or three hundreds, and at the same time destroyed the gates so that the enemy could not pursue them.

But just as Loren had predicted - after the battle had come to this point, and after paying quite heavy losses, the enemy probably didn't want to take the fortress anymore.

There was no way, the plan could not catch up with the changes, he killed the chief Eugen of the Overseer one after another, captured the chief lieutenant alive, and the elite warriors of the Overseer court suffered heavy casualties in this castle, which was far beyond the enemy's acceptance.

Sure enough, just as the troops besieging the castle retreated, countless pillars of light descended from the castle like a rain of fire.

The flames and roaring explosions are like hell!

The sparks of the explosion continued to rise above the castle, and in the billowing smoke and dazzling light, the wailing of the walls and towers was constantly heard, and the shadow of the castle was no longer visible in the smoke and dust.

On the fifteenth day of the offensive and defensive battle, the castle fell!

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Boom ————————!!!!

A loud roar came from the direction of the port of Ebolden, and even the elven flagship, far away from the shore, could clearly feel the irrepressible vibration.

Like a steel dragon, the heavy chains of the sea sank to the bottom of the sea after a wail, and exploded in front of the shore with a large spray, and the curtain of water crashed heavily on the shore and on the deck of the battleship, and several of the warships in the vanguard were even struck by the waves and fluttered backwards.

If it weren't for the fact that the entire elven fleet had dropped anchor, the collision of warships alone would have caused one-fifth of the fleet to suffer heavy losses!

At the other end, the chain-torn tower of the ring fortress also crumbled—half of the tower, along with the top, was completely shattered, turning into countless boulders and rubble falling from the sky, and the elven army under the tower had no time to dodge, and in the roar of dust and rubble, it turned into powder.

There are no bones left.

"It's falling! It's falling! It's finally working!"

The cheerful and sunny voice of the big boy sounded on the deck of the elven flagship, and the cheerful elven little prince raised the monoculars in his hand and danced in front of the rudder: "After fifteen days, I finally took off this nasty chain!"

"Congratulations to His Highness Rodria!"

In front of the deck, led by Anson Zade, the chief wizard of the Imperial Court, a group of elven warriors immediately knelt down on one knee and complimented them in unison: "Eboden City is already in the pocket of His Highness!"

"What's in the bag, hey, hey, hey......" With a meaningful smile, the little prince exhaled slightly.

It's still far from it.

Loren Turin... That Duke Byrne would not let himself take it so easily, and if he dared to abandon the castle on the other side of the river, it showed that there were still backers and reinforcements.

It's just as expected......

Why don't you wait any longer, maybe he can surprise himself even more?

The little prince, who had just rejoiced in his victory, suddenly fell into great hesitation.

At this moment, a cold sea breeze suddenly swept his cheeks from behind, and the cold touch seemed to be mixed with some condensed ice particles, or maybe it was just because the sea breeze was too strong and too cold, and it became extremely stiff.

It's cold... If you continue to drag it out, it will be very bad for yourself.

Forget it, anyway, if he doesn't even have the ability to hold out until the reinforcements arrive, then it means that he is not worth his expectations at all... Die and die.

Well, just revenge Eugen and his lieutenant at that time.

Hesitation flashed from the corner of his mouth, and the little prince, who had become elated again, applauded and jumped up and down the deck without any image:

"Target the walls of the port of Ebotden, and the whole army will be dispatched - make Loren Turin pay for the death of Chief Eugen!"

"For the glory of the Eagle King——!!!!