"I have never marveled at the wickedness of men, but I have always marveled at their shamelessness!"

-- Swift

On that night, Leo and the Duke of Orlando, who was trapped in White Moon City, must have had two completely different moods, I am afraid that the Duke will have to be troubled by the frightened talk of the nobles and the whispers of the wary soldiers all night, in this era, the bravery or wisdom of certain characters may really affect the balance of victory......

After discovering that this method worked, of course, Leo would not make a stupid frontal attack, and for the next few days, every day for an hour in the morning and an hour in the afternoon, the Knights of the Dawn led by Aldalian would definitely go outside the White Moon City twice as if they were doing a daily task. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The Duke of Orlando, who couldn't bear it, almost made up his mind to send all the knights to strangle this headache and at the same time the 'flies' with amazing lethality, but every time he almost decided, the Punishment Knights and other soldiers who were waiting outside the city quickly calmed him down, and the Duke also knew in his heart that if the impulse caused the Knights with cutting-edge combat power to lose too much, it would be faster to rely on other soldiers to fall Baiyue City alone.

Fortunately, except for the surprise attack on the first day, in the following time, the Duke of Orlando and other noble lords did their best to equip most of the defenders with shields, and none of them also had some shelter by demolishing the doors and windows of the houses, which also greatly reduced the killing effect of the Dawning Knights, and the daily losses were stable at about 100 people.

However, the morale of the defenders has been exhausted in the past few days, and now there is even a situation in White Moon City where the recruits would rather be executed by the nobles than resolutely not go to the city walls, and as the number of people gradually increases, and the nobles' handling methods become more and more strict, the mood of the recruits gradually appears unstable.

"Click!" A defender who only showed a small half of his body, the simple wooden shield in his hand could not withstand the power of two consecutive arrows, and shattered into two pieces, and the owner of the shield did not have time to react, and another long arrow that followed had penetrated his throat, "cuck~cluck~" A large amount of blood foamed from the corner of his mouth instantly, and he grabbed the long arrow shaft with both hands, and the defender's round eyes fell to the ground with disbelief.

This was Ardarian's solution to the current situation, first one or two Noldor elves destroyed the shield or shelter with accurate shots, and then the arrows of the other man followed closely enough to easily take a life, although the efficiency was much lower, but the panic was a little more, at least the low-level miscellaneous soldiers on the walls were now deeply suspicious of the shields in their hands.

As the sun set over the sky and horizon, covered with a layer of golden robes, Aldalian ended the day's hunt with the Knights of the Dawn like warriors returning from a target shoot, perhaps accustomed to everything, the walls of this day were deprived of the vicious curses and whispered weepings of the past, and all the defenders silently collected the corpses of their companions, numb faces and equally numb hearts, and had no other thoughts than to rejoice that they had survived another day.

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White Moon City, in the Duke's Palace, in order to cope with the possible siege for a long time, in the case of saving materials, only four torches were lit in the huge living room, and in some dim environments, the shadows reflected on the face of the firelight made the angry Duke look even more hideous.

"Bang!" The right fist with the metal gauntlet hit the soldier in front of him in the face, and he didn't see a few big teeth that were flying, the duke reached out and grabbed the soldier who was already unconscious, and wiped the bloodstained gauntlet on his clothes a few times, and then the soldier standing guard at the door trembled and watched this scene and shouted, "Drag this pig down, if you don't die, throw it back to the barracks, damn bastard, every day will only tell me, how many soldiers has the great Duke of the White Moon lost?" Kindness? ”

Turning around, the Duke looked at the other dozen or so restless nobles, took a few steps forward, pressed his hands heavily on the bar table, squinted his eyes like vultures, and looked around at everyone for a long time before he said, "1,500!" 1,500 soldiers who belong to me and belong to you have been crushed to death like maggots on our own walls for 7 days! ”

Taking the wine glass of a viscount beside him, the Duke of Orlando drank it without looking at it, wiped his mouth and continued, "With the losses of the first day, we lost 2,500 people? Or 3000 people? It even includes more than 10 knights and a baron! You damn bastards, if you don't want to die here with me, if you don't want that hillbilly to hang us all at the gates of his damn city, come up with a solution for me now, and I'm going to !! He slammed the silver wine glass in his hand to the floor, and the embarrassed Duke stepped on it a few more times.

After the duke's voice stopped, there was an eerie silence in the dull hall, only the crackling of torches burning inadequately and the suppressed breathing of the nobles, and for a long time, just before the Duke of Orlando couldn't help but want to get angry again, a fat man like a ball of meat wrapped in a gorgeous silk costume stood up carefully, first pressed his belly with difficulty, and then said in a shrill voice

"Your Excellency, Honorable Duke, maybe I have an idea, but it's just ......" The fat man obviously hesitated a little to speak

"Just what?" Honorable "Your Excellency Baron Root? The duke gritted his teeth and accentuated the pronunciation on the top of the respect, obviously not having much affection for this fat man.

Hearing the Duke's impatient tone, Baron Root didn't dare to sell it anymore, and opened his mouth to say, "I'm afraid it will affect you, Your Excellency the Duke, your endless majesty and honor." He had an extremely flattering expression.

"Honor? Dead people need no honor, and now I command you, Baron, to speak your mind at once, or tomorrow I will have my guards throw you up the walls to face the so-called 'Devil's Smile'......"

"Understood... I see, Your Excellency" took out a silk scarf, and Baron Root wiped the cold sweat from his head and face with difficulty, and hurriedly said his idea......

In the middle of the night, as he spoke, the faces of all the nobles in the hall, including the Duke of Orlando, gradually changed color, most of them unconsciously opened their mouths wide, as if they had heard something incredible, and a few nobles who still had a clear conscience secretly looked at Baron Root, who was talking with contempt and hatred.

That's what I'm suggesting...... My lord? After finishing his speech, the baron looked down at the Duke of Orlando.

The pale-faced duke clenched his hands into fists, his expression was extremely complicated, he was relieved for a while and then became nervous, after unconsciously going back and forth in the hall a few times, he took a deep breath, his expression changed to resoluteness and finally made up his mind, he glanced at the baron waiting in front of him in disgust, he turned his head and ordered to all the other nobles

"Just do what this damned, wicked fat pig says! I really can't think of any other countermeasures, if you don't want to die, go and arrange the soldiers to move now, if this war can't be won, I'm afraid we will all be crucified on the pillar of shame and never be able to turn over! ”

Watching the nobles with different expressions say goodbye and leave, the duke sent away the servants and the soldiers standing guard, and sat down on the chair with his head in his hands, just like a thirsty traveler who urgently needs water, knowing that drinking a donkey is also death, and dying of thirst is also death, and he can only drink this cup of poisoned wine if he grits his teeth......