"He's your hole card?" Diego asked curiously as he looked at Tyran.

"Yes, I'm going to summon Abilton here, and then he will open the spatial portal to help us escape." Tyran nodded. In Azeroth, most castles are protected by spatial confinement circles, in order to prevent sudden teleportation and decapitation strikes by hostile mages, and only those mages who are guided by the summoning stone can teleport over.

"Why didn't you use this summoning stone while you're under house arrest?"

"It takes time to guide the summoning stone, it takes at least a quarter of an hour to complete the positioning of the space road marker, and it can't be interrupted during the guidance and positioning, I was stared at at that time, and I even went to the toilet to follow people, but I didn't have that chance." Tyran gasped and said. The Guiding Summoning Stone just now had almost exhausted the power of his Holy Light, and he felt that he had been hollowed out entirely, and he was tired after talking for a long time.

"So, all we fought just now was buying time for his teleportation?" Diego was a little unhappy, but mages are so magical, their magical spells can easily decide the outcome of a battle, or simply pat their butts to leave from a desperate situation, and even have time to wave their sleeves in a dashing manner, without taking a cloud with them.

"Yes, Abdullon can now open a portal to the outside world at any time."

"So what are we waiting for?"

"No, not yet, we have to fight another battle to beat the crusaders so that they can transfer the Iron Wall Legion guarding the gates of the city."

"Why?"

"Because Abilton's teleportation sign is anchored to the city gate, inside the gate to be exact." Tyran said with some embarrassment. In fact, the mage did this entirely out of his behest, so that he could quickly mobilize his forces to support the city gates in the event of an attack on the Valley of the Hearth.

Well, at least it's a way out, and Diego's heart that has been hanging suddenly relaxed. He nodded to the tired, silent Minotaur and turned to walk out. The yellow leopard, who had been with Dezko, jumped out of his chair and followed him.

Then fight again!

……

In the Grand Crusader Sedan? After Dathohan (Banazar) brought the main force of the Scarlet Crusade to Stratholme, there were only three legions left in the Valley of the Hearth. Among them, the "Iron Wall" Legion is the most well-equipped, a fully armored heavy legion, which has been stationed at the city gates, with about a thousand men. The "fanatical" legions, which were stationed around the church and guarded the Grand Procurator, were mainly composed of the most devout fanatics of the Crusaders, who were not the most well-trained and fierce, but the most desperate and fearless of death. This regiment numbered about 1,200 people.

And the "Lark" legion, which has always been loyal to the Lord of Hearthvale, once followed Tirio? Fording participated in the Second Orc War and once reached the southernmost Cursed Lands. However, after Ethan Lion seized the supreme power in Hearthvale, the Lark Legion was gradually emptied, and the last remaining veteran cadres were thrown into the mines for hard labor on various charges. This once-glorious legion is now dead in name.

The one who has been fighting Diego and them tonight is the "Fanattic" legion, but by now, this legion has suffered more than 300 casualties.

"It's hard, the madmen of the 'Zeatic' Legion almost have 'Dying for the Light' as their highest glory, and they will continue to fight even if the casualty rate is more than half." Listening to Diego's relay of Tyran's words, Arton said with a sad face.

Diego nodded, although he had heard in his previous life that a force would collapse when its casualty rate exceeded twenty percent, the fanatical army in front of him was obviously not the case. Diego even suspected that as long as Ethan Lien did not order a retreat, these fanatics would dare to fight to the death.

Wait, Ethan Lien? A thought popped into Diego's head: maybe he could make a fuss about Ethanlien himself? - Ordinary legionnaires are fanatical, but Ethanrien would not agree to the battle commander having his descendants all here, which would be very detrimental to his plan to control Hearthvale. According to Arton, not everyone in the Hearthvale agreed to Ethan Lien's house arrest of Tyran, the archlord, but the Legion Leader of the Iron Wall, Zerhart, had already asked Tyran's safety several times, this Tirio? Fordin's former subordinates were clearly sympathetic to Tyran. Ethan Lion must preserve his strength to ensure his superiority in power in the Valley of the Hearth, and thus to secure his control of the sanctuary.

In that case, it would be easy to do so, and one more victory would force Esenlian to make a new decision, and at that point, the Grand Inquisitor would surely bring the Iron Wall over - since the Zeatic had suffered heavy casualties, the Iron Wall would have to be weakened as well for the sake of balance! In Diego's view, Ethan Lien has never been the kind of noble and selfless person who is willing to sacrifice his own interests for the sake of victory.

Diego told Alton about his thoughts, and the latter's eyes lit up.

"Alright, guys, we've got to hurry, those lunatics could attack at any moment!" He shouted at the veterans. He and another veteran picked up a large horse made of improvised spears and beams, and barricaded the gate.

A few veterans came up with huge piles of oil canisters, and piled them up a short distance behind the horses, ready to light them, the second line of defense, behind which was a low wall of wooden crates for weapons and supplies, but now filled with gravel. Sandwiched between the crates is a horizontal layer of heavy shields, a low wall that cannot be penetrated even by the bolts fired by heavy ballistaries.

"It's a pity that our dwarven artillery is in the hands of the Iron Wall Legion and is placed at the gate of the city, otherwise, no more legion will be able to enter!" Arton walked back, looked at the cat behind the low wall, and sighed regretfully.

"I'm worried now about whether the Ironwall Legion will drag these dwarven cannons over to attack us." Diego said worriedly.

"That shouldn't be, these dwarven cannons are all cast in black iron, and they weigh thousands of pounds at every turn, and if you have to pull them over, it will take you half a day, and Ethan Lion can't wait."

Diego felt a little more relaxed when he heard this, but he was still vaguely uneasy. You know, judging from the tactical reflexes of the previous crusader commander, they shouldn't have delayed their attack for so long, and there must be something wrong with this.

Diego looked out of the gate, the square was brightly lit, almost half of the sky was red, but he could vaguely see the sky in the distance slightly white. It's almost dawn.

"Are they waiting for dawn?" He looked at Arton with some confusion, but the veteran was also at a loss. For the Scarlet Crusaders, dawn does not give them any advantage, on the contrary, the dawn will expose them to the light, and any attack will be in broad daylight, completely losing the suddenness of the attack.

Just when the two of them were full of suspicion and speculation, a violent explosion came from overhead.

Diego jumped to his feet, sensing that the explosive trap he had set up before coming down had been triggered.

"Someone touched the roof!" He asked with a solemn face, "Arton, you didn't send someone to the third floor, did you?" ”

"No, I only sent an observation post at the window hole on the second floor, and everyone else is here!"

Without saying a word, Diego ran towards the stairs, pointing to the druids who had jumped up from the ground: "I'll go up, Masrae, you stay, they can't just attack from above." ”

"Guys, get ready to fight!" Arton also realized the seriousness of the situation, and he picked up the mace on the shelf and shouted loudly.