Because of the efforts of this necromancer who forcibly worked part-time as a wanderer, the soldiers on the northern wall of Warneburg were awakened to their dreams by the sound of a skeleton rubbing against a skeleton.

Quinton, the commander of Warneburg, was also woken from his sleep by hearing the noise outside.

"Why is there so much noise outside, and the military rules set by the kingdom are regarded as child's play?" Quinton asked loudly, either with a somewhat awakened temper.

Quinton is one of the few in the entire Northwest Fortress Group who has struggled to the position of a fortress commander on his own. Therefore, his military strategy is completely different from that of other commanders who have been shaded by nobles, and he basically implements the military regulations and military management strategies set by the Riesel Kingdom when it was just founded.

"Lord Sir, the skeleton is already standing in front of the moat of Fort Varne, and is now filling our trench with those cannon fodder." The herald, who was on standby outside, immediately responded to Quinton's questioning.

The sergeants in Warneburg preferred to refer to him by Quinton's honorary title to his commander. Such a title also made them a little proud, anyway, they were also thinking that they were soldiers under the noble lord. In fact, at first, Quinton was very disgusted with the title of Lord Jazz, and after several twists and turns, he reluctantly agreed to the title of Lord Jazz.

"What?" Quinton, who had been somewhat calmed down by the gradual loss of sleep, exploded again, "You say that the skeletons began to fill in our trenches in Warneburg without any prior warning?" ”

"Yes." The herald nodded helplessly, his expression a little bitter, "None of the sentry posts outside the fortress can send back news......

"Hurry up and organize and prepare for battle." At this point, it was obvious that the soldiers who were guarding outside the fortress had probably been reduced to the skeleton that filled the trenches of the fortress, and Quinton had no choice but to say anything more, "Inform the mage who accompanied the army and summon Viscount Brady to tell him that the skeleton is looking for trouble again." ”

"Yes." The herald nodded, and hurriedly stepped back to deliver the order.

When Quinton changed his clothes and put on his heavy armor and came outside the house, he noticed that today seemed to be different.

"Why is it so cold today, even if it's snowing, it shouldn't be......" Quinton keenly captured the change in temperature. And because he himself is a warrior with a certain strength, he can feel that the snowflakes falling from the sky, even under the reflection of the lit fire, will take some time to melt.

Wait until Quinton remembers the warning message Brady had sent him a few hours ago through the spell teleportation network that was fixed between Winterfell and Warneburg.

"Damn ......" Even a civilian commander like Quinton, who didn't have the air of an aristocratic lord, ignored the reminder from Winterfell. The main thing was that when the news came in a few hours, it just began to snowfall for the first time since the new year, so Quinton thought that it was just a normal announcement because of the first snowfall, so he didn't have to reveal it. I didn't expect this snow to be so weird. I would never have thought that the bone frame would take advantage of this juncture to launch such a large-scale war.

Even if he cursed the somewhat innocuous early warning on his lips, it could not restore the current situation of the Drew army, but it was most beneficial to think about how to solve it now.

After clearing his throat slightly, Quinton directly opened his throat and commanded: "All the auxiliaries, all of them carry grease from the combat readiness warehouse and throw them into the trenches. Then the archers shoot rockets against grease and quickly ignite! ”

For this accumulation of broken bones on the trench, Riesel has already found a way to deal with it. If it has been burned with fire, it is enough to burn the bone residue of these extremely low strength cannon fodder into ashes. After the fuel used to defend the city has burned and the fire is extinguished, there is a second way to dispose of the trenches.

It would take a while for the grease to burn, and Quinton went straight to the communication room under Warneburg.

Fearing that the teleportation facilities would be damaged by flying rocks on the battlefield, almost all of Reesel's teleportation facilities were built underground. When Quinton arrived at the underground of Warneburg, a few mages were able to adjust the alchemy instruments of communication and began to inject magical energy into them.

"Lord Viscount......" In the underground of Winterfell, a mage who served in the guards of Winterfell City saw that the alchemy instrument of the transmission suddenly lit up, and hurriedly called out to Brady. Ever since the Spring Feast ended, Brady had been waiting for news in the interrogation room.

"Got news? Which fortress is it? Brady was still a little sleepy and impatient, although it was explained by the Master of Prophecy, but there had been no news for more than an hour, if it weren't for Rutherford's true deserving of the title of Master Prophecy, he would have gone to Rutherford to question.

The city guard mage quickly operated the alchemy apparatus, and as he connected the summons, he said, "It's the teleportation of Warneburg...... Judging by the urgency of this summons, it is likely to be bad news. ”

Brady nodded silently, he was ready to hear the bad news anyway, and the relevant arrangements were made. If it's really bad news, depending on the urgency, the Icy Legion stationed around Winterfell and belonging to the Northwest Province can be deployed at any time, and it will only take two days at most to rush to the front line of the Northwest Fortress.

As for the power of the temple in the Northwest Province, as long as someone is sent to inform you, after the prayer of tomorrow's dawn, the priest who has obtained the new day's divine arts, as well as other temple powers such as paladins, Templars, and marksmen, will also immediately leave for the Northwest, and the time taken may be faster than that of the Frost Legion.

"I'm Quinton, the commander of Warneburg. Now Drew's army is under the walls of my Warneburg. Oil fires have been thrown into the trenches, hoping for swift support. As soon as the glow of magic on the teleportation device stabilized, Quinton's voice reached Brady's ears.

"I'm Brady Kent." Hearing Quinton's report, Brady's brows furrowed fiercely, he thought that this summons was just a sign that the sentry of a certain fortress had received a southern invasion of Drew's army, but he didn't expect that he had already begun to prepare to attack the city, "How many bone frames are there in this dispatch of Drew, what is the scale, have you seen a more advanced bone shelf?" ”

Now that everyone else has already begun to siege the city, there is no point in asking about other things. Even if accountability is pursued, it is clear that now is not the time to pursue accountability. The three issues Brady is concerned about now are all about determining how many men he needs to discharge and how quickly he needs to rush to help.