Although the moans and laughter of various ladies could be heard from Christine's camp tent every night, this did not affect the speed of Bracada's army, and the playboy whimfully dismantled a large siege ballista and converted it into a battlefield carriage so that he could hide from the scorching sun hanging high in the sky, and party day and night with the ladies who had secretly gone with their husbands and fathers into the desert.

The place where General Glitan died in battle was near the border of Tartaglia, which of course was not recognized by the Wizard King, and the Palofodi Academy of Magic was eight hundred kilometers deep into the Sorote Desert.

The desert from the walls of Palofodi, including the oasis Lear once passed, belonged to the colonies of the great Majesty Gwen-Magnus, and now that the stupid barbarian Tanan has failed, His Majesty the Wizard King is going to settle the old scores with these Tatarians who are covered in mud and shrubs.

Christine spent eight days taking his army to the oasis in front of Palofodi, a Virgo man who sought refinement and perfection, a hundred kilometers a day, never one more step, never less than a meter.

Upon arriving at the oasis, Christine sent a messenger, the slinger who had made a mistake stood under the towering courtyard wall and shouted loudly, the sun shining on his back, and the forgiving Lord Christine gave him infinite courage.

He told the guards and the magician Viscount Christine who were guarding the walls that they had two days to consider surrendering, as he needed to enjoy the oasis with his companions, and that he liked to do something important on days like this.

If Palofodi refuses to surrender, Viscount Christine will attack at ten o'clock in the morning on the tenth day, with catapults destroying historic libraries and magical buildings, and siege crossbows piercing Palofodi's courtyard walls.

But if there are beautiful ladies who do not want to be harmed by the fire, Master Christine will leave a safe area for them in the southwest corner of Palofodi, where they will not be attacked by catapults and fire, and there will be no red-eyed soldiers intruding.

Viscount Christine will go to the area as soon as the war is over to greet the beautiful ladies and soothe their wounded bodies.

The answer was a magic arrow.

So Christine still smiled gracefully at the sight of the slinger's corpse, waved his hand for the guards to throw the corpse out, and announced that the attack would begin in two days, and then turned and continued into his gentle country.

Palofodi was ready to be a strong bulwark.

On the afternoon after Christine arrived at the Oasis, the last group of lizard warriors, led by the Queen's Animal Tamer General, entered Palofodi from the side close to the swamp, thanks to Mr. Christine for not ordering his army to besiege the academy when he arrived.

The general named Vest took over the academy's war command as soon as he entered Palofodi, and he was actually the second in line to the throne of Tartaglia, but he had no way to command the mages, as the group was protected by the treaty of the extensive Mage Guild on the continent.

Therefore, he only paid a polite visit to the dean and several vice-presidents, and during the meeting, he said with great sorrow that Tartaglia was now suffering from a disaster, and that General Grita had become a pioneer in the defense of the country, and that the queen was in great need of the help of magicians, and that the people of Tartaglia would be grateful for the help of their homeland.

Judging by the smile on his face as he walked out of the conference room, the gray-haired old men were very flattering.

Another unfortunate news that came with General Vest was that there would be no reinforcements for Palofodi, the most powerful forces defending the city of Nerell, and the rest of the army spread over the most important fortresses, and if they could not stop the invaders at Palofodi, the rich land of Tartaglia would be exposed to the enemy's iron hooves.

This news made the entire academy's higher-ups worried, but there was no other way than to step up preparations for war, after all, the plot that only existed in Eastern myths and stories, such as sprinkling beans and becoming soldiers, could not happen to them.

Therefore, Palofodi's current total force allocation includes 2,000 professors and students of the Sword Fighting Academy, 30 professors of the Law School, 150 magic apprentices, 2,000 lizard warriors and 3,000 werewolf warriors, 500 college guards, and a number of miscellaneous servants.

And the enemy has fifty thousand.

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The war began as Christine had announced, and he threw a hundred trebuchets at Palofodi's teachers and students to announce that he was a punctual man, and the sun at ten o'clock in the morning poured down on the tumbling boulders, and the first moment it fell on the towering walls of the enchanted boulders, causing great casualties to Palofodi's defenders.

"Bow down!

"You idiot, get down to Lao Tzu!, do you want to die!?"

The roars of the captains echoed from the city walls, and West stood on the magic platform behind the walls, his eyes solemn.

He was glad that he had replaced all the guards on the city wall with his own people last night, otherwise those imps and guards who had not experienced war would have collapsed as soon as they saw the stumps, broken arms, and even meat sauce brains all over the ground.

About thirty or so boulders fell on the wall, five or six fell into the aisles above the city walls, and it was these five or six that caused great casualties, and some of them fell in the desert outside Palofodi, and only two of them fell over the walls and smashed into the academy, but because the streets had long been emptied, they had no effect.

It seems that Christine is only rich and does not know the trebuchet so thoroughly, which makes West, who has mastered ballistics, a little relieved.

"Archers!"

When he saw a large number of soldiers pouring out from the rear of Christine's army to recover the boulders that had fallen under the walls of the Paloferdi Courtyard, West did not hesitate to give the order to counterattack.

In this vast desert, the loss of battering stones is a loss, and there is nowhere to resupply, so West will never let Christine get his wish, because the absence of the threat of trebuchets also means that he can hold out longer.

The thought in his heart was that if this battle was won under his command, then his status as the heir to the second throne might have to change slightly, and he could only win this battle and not lose it!

Countless black dots burst out of the female walls and corner towers, and then began to flicker in the sunlight, and then turned into a rain of arrows that rained down on the swaths who had come to recover the boulders.

The arrows soaked in the sap of the blood-sealed throat tree made a 'tuk-tuk' sound when they penetrated the flesh and blood of the human body, and the toxins carried on the arrows paralyzed the blood flow rate and heart of the person for the first time, and the soldiers who were hit by the arrows only had time to let out a scream and turned into corpses on the ground, but the people who were not hit by the arrows still threw the huge net in their hands, covered the stones, and dragged them back vigorously.

"Shoot those trawlers!"

Seeing this, the captains gave the right orders, they were all veterans of the battle and knew what to do at this time.

So the second wave of arrows is no longer a covering attack, but a targeted sniping of those who connect their lives to the boulder.

Christine was also depressed.

Because of the desert terrain, he had to abandon a large amount of baggage, including the boulder transporter, because those things greatly affected the speed of his march, originally thought that as long as the army came, under the prestige of His Majesty the Great Wizard King, the enemy would definitely fall to the wind, but he did not want not only those Tatarians to dare to take the initiative to attack, but after being defeated, they could resist so stubbornly.

No one had ever told him that Palofodi's courtyard wall would be more than ten meters high, and the gate of the academy that he thought he could leap through now became a moat blocking his army, and the ballista phalanx he had spent a lot of money to build could not attack the female wall and the enemies on the corner tower even if the angle was adjusted to the top, which made him feel very unhappy when drinking the ice grape wine handed over by the lady next to him.

"Aren't there more than a hundred monks in our army among the archers and marksmen? ”

He said to the captain under him.

"Lord Kaiyu, the monks belong to the temple and are not under our command. ”

The captain cautiously reminded.

"Then let the phalanx of archers overwhelm the lizardmen, and then the ballista will go all out and concentrate a little on the wall! get the phalanx of swordsmen ready to charge, and tell them that the time has come to show their loyalty to His Majesty the Wizard King!"

Christine was already getting a little impatient.

"Yes, sir!"

As the captain hurried down to give the order, Christine turned the wine glass in his hand, and through the bright red wine he saw that the team sent on the battlefield to recover the boulder was almost exhausted, and waved his hand behind him, and whispered something in the ear of the captain who leaned over to him.

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