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"Opportunity...... I need a chance to show what I'm capable of! When I become a hero admired by all of Ferreton, I will definitely settle accounts with you and settle the grievances between us! ”

Drington clenched his fists. He needed to find a chance. But now in this prison-like High Rock City, there is no chance for him.

Elhoka didn't sense Drington's mood, he just said in a mocking tone: "Look, young master, that mage seems to be about to start a counterattack, haha, does he want to use that small bag of stones to smash the orc's giant trebuchet?" ”

At this time, the Black Titan is grabbing a brown cloth bag filled with small stones, swinging his arms and practicing his throwing movements.

I'm afraid no one knows what he intends to do except Gordon himself. But the ordinary Ferretton soldiers just waited quietly, and they firmly believed in one thing: although the mighty Gordon. It's hard to understand what Mage Freeman did at this point, but there must be a reason for it, and in the end, the mage will be able to thwart the orc attack once again and defend High Rock.

The Wintertalon Bannerman, Al Hoka, and his allegiance to Drington, had a joke-watching mentality, hoping that the mage would be a complete defeat in full view. In that case, the higher the expectations of the masses for Gordon, the greater the disappointment and dissatisfaction after the defeat.

The enemy's setbacks are always welcome.

But Derlington and his loyal hench, Al Hoka, were disappointed once again.

The Black Titan has been adjusted several times according to the distance measured by Dalina. Finally, before the two cyclops loaded the boulder into the trebuchet again, they attacked.

He threw out the bag of stones weighing about 20 kilograms in his hand.

For the iron giants of Gordon control. With Dulina's precise ranging, it was effortless to throw such a small bag of stones at a distance of fifteen hundred meters to the top of the heads of the two orc trebuchets.

Everyone on the battlefield, whether it was the Ferredon soldiers or the orcs who still sang the praises of their great war machines in orc language, were now focused on the bag of stones that had been thrown out of the Black Titan and quickly flew across the battlefield to fall into the Trebuchet's formation.

Even Uglu, who sat on the throne of bones and was very satisfied with the giant trebuchet he had built with all his resources. Iron Claw. At this time, he also watched with a puzzled face as the sack made of linen flew closer and closer.

"What the hell are the Ferrettonians up to?"

If Dalina's father, Zantaba, had come back to life, or had participated in the Autumn Hunt Breakout and witnessed Gordon's avalanche to stop the demon's pursuit, he would have realized it at this time.

This mage is about to use shrinkage to create a zào miracle again.

On the city wall, Centurion Sword, who didn't know what was about to happen, was staring at Gordon closely. He had a hunch that something was about to happen.

Suddenly. He saw Gordon raise his right hand, snap his fingers, and then whisper, "Lift." ”

"Lift what?" Sword asked subconsciously.

Gordon didn't need an explanation, because the facts helped him answer Sword.

In this kind of siege warfare in the era of cold weapons, what kind of effect can shrinking objects be wielded, and Gordon, who is familiar with the "One Hundred Uses of Shrinking Objects". Naturally clear. Every day in his spare time in the Arcane Practice, he would use shrinkage to compress a dozen or so large 500-kilogram stone projectiles for gravity trebuchets into small pebbles.

By today, he had amassed two full bags, a total of eighty spell-shrunken live ammunition.

When bags filled with such stone projectiles flew over enemy positions. Then what will happen to Gordon after he dissolves the effect of the spell is obvious.

The burlap bag was instantly shattered by the suddenly swollen stones. There was a cry of "tearing". But no one paid attention to the insignificant sound, for everyone's attention was drawn to the boulder that rained down on the orc trebuchet as if it appeared out of thin air.

Click...... Click......

One after another, large stone projectiles weighing 500 kilograms accurately hit the giant trebuchet, which symbolized the pride of the orcs. In the loud and chaotic loud noise, the structure broke and parts crumbled. The two giant trebuchets that had just shook the defenders of High Rock with great power were cleverly destroyed by Gordon.

After a brief silence at this incredible scene, the defenders on the walls of High Rock burst into thunderous cheers. Everyone was chanting Freeman's name, as if to let the surname sweep across the land and be remembered forever, as much as this great city.

The fact that the two giant catapults, which had been put together with the help of various resources, were intended to be used to deal a heavy blow to the human defenders by surprise, were destroyed by Gordon in such a clever and easy way. Iron Claw was devastated. At least today, the warlords lost the mind to fight again, and hastily withdrew their troops and let all the soldiers go back to the camp.

Seeing that the enemy had abandoned the attack, the first level of combat readiness of High Rock Castle was also lifted, and the bell for the rotation of troops rang. The soldiers who were still holding their positions just now showed relaxed and happy expressions and walked down the city wall in formation.

Unlike the crowd around them, who were happily talking about another miracle from Master Freeman, Drington and his flag bearer, Al Hoka, walked down the wall with gloomy faces.

"Hmph, I've made that hateful mage show off again today!" Al Hoka spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm to indicate that he was in a bad mood.

"It's a long time coming. Gordon. Freeman couldn't stay complacent. Just let me find a chance......" Derlington's charming eyes narrowed into a slit at this time, and there was a cold light in it.

The orc attack was thwarted, but Drington couldn't be happy. Because it wasn't him who saved High Rock again, but the one who made his disgust and hatred deeper. Freeman. The Silver Knight returned to the house in a depressed mood, and now his sister Ephran was sitting on the sand with a cold face.

"What's the matter, dear sister?" Drington asked as he sat down against Efran and reached out to caress his sister's slippery, full thighs. He needed to do his best to get rid of the sullen stuff that had just accumulated in his heart. And a woman's body is undoubtedly the best medicine.

Eflan glanced at Dellington, but did not stop the other party, but said, "Brother, the quartermaster came just now." ”

"Oh, you're here to deliver supplies? It's been a long time since we've had a good blue berry wine, so it's time to have a drink today. There was a sparkle in Drington's eyes. Alcohol is able to mobilize**. Mellow wine and delicate beauty are exactly what he needs now.

In order to meet the needs of a protracted war, Goyan Castle began to implement a material rationing system at the beginning of the war. Nowadays, as the war progresses, while the supply of necessities such as food is still guaranteed, luxury goods such as alcohol are becoming more and more scarce.

Because of his membership in the Eisenstein family and the commander of the cavalry of the Wintertalon Legion, Drington was not short of luxury supplies. But the depression that Derrington has been experiencing these days seems to be endless and endless, and Eplan's words have made him almost insane.

"The quartermaster said to celebrate Gordon today. Baron Freeman's outstanding contribution to the banquet, so the wine that was originally supplied to us is gone. Efran spread her hand and said, "Gordon. Freeman", she deliberately slowed her voice, almost gritting her teeth.

"It's him again, it's the mage again!" Drington couldn't hold back any longer, his eyes red and he roared.

In his own home, he no longer needs to disguise the image of a perfect knight, and he can vent the negative feelings that have accumulated in his heart since the meeting of the nobles.

"Alright, calm down, my brother." Eflan gently stroked Derlington, quieting him down. The female mage looked at her brother's well-defined face, which was almost like a work of art, and said softly, "Brother, do you know why I didn't leave the Far Frost Province alone, but chose to stay here and spend this war with you?" Because I love you, I want to help you achieve something that will shock the entire empire, and even the entire world. Maybe now, that despicable mage has temporarily overshadowed you, but how can his lowly Northland nobles compare to the noble Eisenstein family? Be patient, and you'll eventually find an opportunity to shine brightly. ”

"Sister......" Drington took Eplan's cheek and kissed it.

He knew that Efran had a very dissolute private life and that there were many men. But so what? Isn't he himself the same, with many women? Female purity is something that no one in the Eisenstein family needs. And Dellington knows that her sister may give her body to many men, but her heart belongs only to her.

Derington was even more determined to make a difference in the war. Because he was a knight and had no arcane talents, it was customary for Efran to marry another spellcaster with good talents, regardless of whether that man was from within or outside the family.

This result is something that Drington can never accept. But to change this outcome and marry his sister, he must achieve extraordinary achievements and have a greater voice in the family.

"That's why I hate all mages, especially the ...... who are so talented," a dark-eyed face suddenly flashed in Dellington's mind, kneading the woman's soft and smooth hand, and couldn't help but increase his strength.

"Brother......" Eplan suddenly pushed Drington away, her eyes like silk, panting and tidying up her brother's messy clothes.

"What? Did I hurt you? ”

"Nope." Eflan patted the back of Derlington's hand, "I need to see someone now, let's continue ...... in the evening"

"Who?" There was a hint of jealousy in Drington's questioning.

"He is a nobleman from the eastern province of Thunder Rock, and has a deep connection to the intelligence services of the Anduin royal family. I might give you a chance to overwhelm Gordon completely. Freeman, a chance to become a Ferreton hero. ”