Chapter 50: Fist Negotiations
When the sun rises in the sky, will the sky be bright red or crimson?
A few hours of assault had only added countless blood to the city, but it had not yet torn the will of the Achedon soldiers, who stood firm by Olves's side as if guarding their hopes.
Olves looked at the Orman soldiers who poured into the city like ants, and unlike her position, she sincerely admired the quality of the soldiers of her mother country. The tenacity of the soldiers of the Duchy of Laura is also commendable, but this is only the last stand of the weak, and if the Titan Empire were defending the city, the situation would be very different.
The oil and rolling wood could not stop the Orman warriors who relied on the ladder alone, and the proportion of high-level swordsmen on the opposite side exceeded the proportion of Lara's middle-level swordsmen, and most of the swordsmen who did the main breakthrough power died under the cooperation of the fire and sword dance team.
She raised her sword and slammed it into the throat of the soldier who had swooped down the ladder, and at the same time turned sideways, avoiding her heart, and a sword light hidden behind the soldier pulled the armor on her shoulder to shreds, but the pain felt that Orveis was already numb.
She gave the assailant a cold look, and pinched his blade with her left hand, cutting off half of his head.
Blood was dripping down her palms, and the endless battle was about to drive her spirit into paranoia, Sword Master! Sword Master!
Only with the greatest blow to this part of the force will this endless battle have a turnaround.
Olwes glanced at the man sitting in the city, who had recalled all the elite of the Goldmers family, as if to give his daughter a chance, and as if he wanted to see her deeper despair.
Huh! Compare perseverance with an adventurer?
She's furious! That's not what she wants! Come on! Kellogg!
An endless rain of arrows shot from high in the sky again, and the shield immediately rose from Olvis's side, and after the screams fell at the same time as the shield, Orman's soldiers took another step forward at the top of the wall.
"Enid on behalf of the city lord, let's retreat to the inner city to defend!
"No!", Olwes glanced at the general, who was bleeding more than she sweated on his uniform, "Retreat to the inner wall today, leave Edgeton tomorrow!Lose Fort Jobson in three days, and disappear Laura in a week!!Where are we going?!"
"I can go back to Titan, where are you going, I can hold on here, and what qualifications do you have not to die here?", Olwes took a deep breath, "Let boys over the age of ten go up to the walls to replenish supplies and heal the wounded. β
"Others who have a breath left, remember your glory as warriors!
Olweis watched as the soldiers who had begun to climb the city walls began to crowd up again, and Kellogg wanted to overwhelm her in one wave, and couldn't help but sneer, "Anka!"
Heavy footsteps and wheezing as he climbed the walls, Ankka abandoned his shield and replaced him with two great axes, his fierce and fierce gaze following Olves's gaze to the tallest and most delicate ladder, the main force of Orman's attack.
The outside is luxuriously wrapped in a layer of water demon snake scales, and the fire oil splashed on it can't ignite the slightest spark, and the inside of the scales is also steel steel, even if it is a fighting spirit, it can only leave a little insignificant wound on its body.
Although it moved slowly, it became a fortress the moment it crossed the battlefield and changed the countless groups of people who pushed it to approach the city walls.
Ankavo stumbled low, leaping nimbly behind the stacks of arrows and corpses, and without looking up, Tyne was on his shoulder and pointed him in the right direction.
Finally, he broke through to a distance of less than a hundred meters, and no one could stop him, not even a swordsman. Like a spear, he stabbed a bloody path and swung his great axe violently, cutting the last great swordsman embedded in the axe at the waist and severing it on the bricks at the head of the city.
"Cut it, Anka!", Tine exclaimed excitedly.
Ankh muffled in response, swallowed deeply, swept away the soldiers who had just climbed the secondary ladder with his cross arm, and jumped high and slashed at the joint at a certain angle, the entire ladder trembled and roared, the scales were directly torn, and the giant axe rubbed a spark with the steel bar.
The Olman soldiers, who were still hanging on the main staircase, looked up in horror, but the half-giant had only left a scar on the steel bar, which was not fatal, and they cheered excitedly.
But before the smile could stay on their faces for a moment, the gnome on the shoulders of the half-giant took out a strange bottle of reagent from his bosom and poured it into the crack in the steel bar.
"Run, jump, Anka!", Tine cried out as he covered his ears.
The half-giants jumped back to the wall, and a loud bang was heard, and a sudden wave of heat behind them knocked them to the ground, and Anka stood up with his great axe to cover his head, and the tallest ladder broke down and collapsed like a shattered rock, smashing the dense swordsmen below into meatloaf.
The stagnant faces of the soldiers of Eggetton were finally filled with spirit, and they could not contain their joy as if they had seen hope, and they followed in the footsteps of Olwes, and finally drove the panicked Auermann striker off the city.
"Duke, the losses are far greater than expected, shall we suspend the attack?", the lieutenant general said beside him.
"When you're on the battlefield, don't call me Duke. Kellogg's eyes were full of murderous eyes at the girl in armor at the head of the city, his naΓ―ve, naΓ―ve, ridiculous daughter, who had abandoned the glory of the Goldmers family and thrown herself into the arms of the enemy!
He was going to cut off with his own hands this scourge, this thing that should not have been born, this root that might lead to the ruin of the family!
Olwes didn't have time to raise her head, but she subconsciously swooped to the left, and the rubble cut through her face, and the masonry under her feet collapsed, causing her to plummet into the rubble.
The fire spread along the corpse, and Olves stood up on the crumbling part of the wall, silent as the soldiers and enemies around her had turned into flesh and blood from the bottom of the boulder that had been thrown from the sky, filling it into a lake of blood.
She tore off her oil-stained armor and stared coldly at her father, who was also unarmoured, leaping from the collapsed ladder to the same collapsed city.
"What a mess, my father!", the sword tightened in Olvis's hand, "I can't imagine how you defeated the Titans' Iron Riders in the bloody battle twenty years ago. β
"War is nowhere near as simple as you think, Olwes. The Duke smiled coldly, and his vindictive leather boots stepped through the chest of a groaning Laura's soldier, "Conspiracy, compromise, power, and technology are not all it is, and the old nobles call it a vassal of politics." β
"And I!", he lifted his bloody boots, "the former hawkish general of the Empire, who sees this as a purposeful, unstoppable torrent of history rising from nothingness. β
"The spring of the Titan Empire is coming to an end, and it will be a scorching summer soon, and the end will be nothing more than a bleak autumn and a long and never-ending winter, my daughter who is not an idiot, what can they promise you to make this choice?"
"I think the same way as you, father. Olwes carefully wiped the sword in her hand, staring coldly at the duke, who was surprised by her words, "But we humans always knock ourselves out of the game when we make predictions. β
"No outsider can get anything, and there is no doomed loser at the beginning of the gambling game, and the pay and reward are often quite fair. β
The corners of Duke Kellogg's mouth lifted slightly, and he looked at his daughter with a new gaze like a falcon, "You are like a single gambler, my sacrificial daughter, this is not like the style of the heir of the honorable Goldmers. β
"Oh!", Olwess laughed, "is it so amusing to write blank checks, father, if I want Goldmers, I will take it myself from your motionless hand on the gallows." β
The Duke burst out laughing, as if that were the words that pleased him the most.
"Good!good!", Kellogg drew his sword, "Let the past be an end, Olvis, what new name do you want to give this land, what new name do you want to leave for the family?"
"Enid Durosimon. Standing in the smoke and flames, Olwes raised the tip of her sword at the Duke, "How much will you bet, Your Excellency?"
"That depends, oh, Enid! Maybe I'll change my mind and bring you to the ground with you in razing the city. β
Red suddenly filled Olves's pupils, and Cepesh's power gradually seeped into her body as if igniting blood, and the scarlet fighting energy and the duke's black fighting energy lit up and annihilated in the air at the same time.
She ran wildly on the ground like the wind, holding back the black wings that were about to break out behind her back, and the madness was about to take over her mind with the power that followed, and she abruptly turned to meet the Duke, the loud crash and the embers of the sword light painting the city in disarray.
Olves disappeared from his vision again.
Kellogg didn't stop attacking because of her bizarre and eccentric demeanor, but slowly used all her strength. Rather than the quick light of the sword, the Duke prefers rhythmic slams, like the footsteps of a hunter chasing his prey, with a strong color that is difficult to resist.
"Bang!", "Bang!", "Bang!.....
The sword seemed to be joined to the arm, fluttering at the duke's will, and always ringing around Olvess like the bell of a tower.
Olves bit her lip with her teeth to prevent the blood from tumbling in her throat, her sore wrists and cracked swords, but fortunately, the fighting spirit in her body was surging like an ocean.
Kellogg frowned, grabbed her flaw and kicked her in the abdomen, the fierce fighting spirit pierced straight into it, tearing open a big gap, watching his daughter slam on the ground in exchange for balance, he sneered and punched her heart like a pump.
Skin and flesh were torn apart like paper, her heart shuddered and stopped, the blood vessels around her shattered, Olweis's clenched teeth burst open, and half of her body's blood spilled from her chest and throat into the air.
Olwes shuddered breathlessly and struggled to stand still as she looked at the Duke's sweeping blade, and with all her strength she wanted to lift the weak, unflaccided right arm that held the broken sword with only unflaccid muscles, "It won't end like this!", she cried out in her heart.
Eight arrows of emerald green light leaped past her ears in time like lightning, and struck Kellogg's blade one after the other, and the storm of the explosion lifted Olwesse, and the strong will that was constantly hit finally fell into a coma after her head hit the ground.
Kellogg quietly looked around in the undissipated smoke, suddenly raised his left arm and grasped a wrist, the cold black poison dagger that appeared out of thin air could no longer move forward, he snorted disdainfully, and his fighting anger surged to his fingertips to crush the wrist bone.
Suddenly, his wrist and hand slipped out of his grip like a snake, and he tilted his head, the dagger slashing across his forehead and disappearing into the smoke. A roar of the half-giants followed, and two giant axes fell from the air like guillotines.
"Are you alright, Enid, Enid!", Lucia cried out as she hugged her somewhat crippled body, "I shouldn't have taken your Fire Elf Hat, if you wore it, it wouldn't be like this!"
"It's not your fault, Lucia. The red-haired dwarf stood beside Olves' convulsive and bleeding body, her face as gloomy as water, her comatose face was sometimes hideous and sometimes calm, "Is there any way to save her life?"
"Don't panic, Tien, Lucia. Yulai ran over panting, knelt beside Olwes, and took out a delicate vial from her bosom, which contained a drop of dew that radiated a rich green color.
He whispered a blessing and took the dew from the vial and dripped it into Olves's lips.
A substantial aura of vitality permeated her body, and she saw the blurred flesh on her chest, and even the heart that was only half left that was about to stop beating began to recover.
"Moon well water!", Tine said in surprise, joy dispelling his gloomy countenance, "Yulai, this thing is very precious. β
"Maybe that's true for you. Yulai smiled slightly, "Not for the elves. β
After a loud bang, the smoke suddenly dispersed, and Marcus and Ankka flew out at the same time and fell to the ground, Duke Kellogg followed, he moved his blood-stained fist, and sneered.
"You're the strength that Olwes leaned on? β