Snowflakes still blow along with the cold wind on the icy Blackhammer Castle.

After returning to town from the werewolf pile, Rod and Caroline can finally breathe a sigh of relief. Blackhammer Fort was right in front of him, but Rhodes didn't want to go inside, as the temperature of the hot springs in the castle would make him uncomfortable. At the moment, the cold, dry air outside made him feel more comfortable.

He exhaled hot air, instantly turned into white mist and dissipated into the air, more than half an hour of fighting made Rhodes sweat, the leather vest he wore in it was already soaked, and the clothes made of linen were attached to the skin, which was extremely uncomfortable.

But he can't take off his armor, otherwise, in front of everyone, it will be easy to find out that he is not afraid of the cold. The old priest was still staring at him from time to time, and Rhodes knew that he would endure it again. You have to behave like a normal person. Because no one can be shirtless in the winter of the North. The image is not good, and besides, the werewolf may fight back at any time. You can't do it without armor.

"Virgil!"

Rod shouted.

After a while, the chief knight, covered in blood, trotted to Rhodes' side. He looked equally out of breath, and in the battle he had just had, the loyal knight had risked his life to save his lord from behind the ice wall. Although Rod did not approve of it, for the sake of his loyalty, Rod did not accuse him. Just pat him on the shoulder and tell him not to take such a risk next time.

At this moment, the chief knight was bandaged on his head and stood in front of Rhodes with a sincere face, waiting for his lord to issue an order.

"Have people throw torches down and burn the bodies of those werewolves. ”

Rod commanded. There are not only werewolves in the forest, but also beastmen. Rhodes knew that these bloodthirsty creatures would follow the scent, and there might have been fifty to a hundred beastmen, but after smelling blood, two hundred to three hundred beastmen might have gathered. Coupled with the Evil Moon's bonus to these beasts, Blackhammer Keep is dangerous. Therefore, the body must be burned.

When the knight Virgil received the order, he retreated, trotted up the wall, and conveyed the lord's orders to the soldiers.

And Rod immediately turned to look at Caroline. The role of the Frost Witch is evident at this moment, "Dear Miss Caroline, there is something I want to trouble you. Rod smiled politely.

"What's the matter?"

Caroline put away the ice spear and looked at the somewhat mysterious uncle in front of her with a puzzled expression.

"In a moment the soldiers will burn the corpses of those beasts, and you will be able to cast spells in the back to keep the ice wall stable, I mean, to lower the temperature and prevent the heat from the flames from melting the ice wall. ”

Rhodes said. He was so polite, and his eyes were fixed on Caroline's eyes, that the Frost Witch couldn't help but feel a little shy.

"Are you going to exhaust me?"

Caroline asked rhetorically. She didn't agree immediately, but looked reluctant. Of course, it's not that she's unwilling, it's that she's limited in what she's capable of. Although the Frost Witch is powerful, Caroline is only a third-order witch, and there is still a big gap between her and those god-level Frost Witches. Maintaining the stability of the ice surface and not collapsing is only a small matter for the Ice Queen. But for a rookie like Caroline, it's a bit more difficult.

But if she had to do it, she could do it. Of course, this would have to cost her remaining mana. Once consumed, exhausted. At least, within today, there will be no more spells. But that's what Rhodes expected, he didn't expect Caroline to kill a few werewolves or beastmen in battle. All she needs is a special task. Killing and injuring the enemy is still left to the archers and spearmen, which is more efficient. After all, the truly awesome mages in the Warhammer world are melee masters. Their killing efficiency is really high......

"Uh...... Tired, a little tired, but you can't just watch the beast army fall into town, can you? If you don't burn these corpses, more beasts and werewolves will come to you. Your efforts can save a small town and even the lives of many innocent people. It's worth it if you're a little tired. ”

Rod smiled.

Caroline was helpless, so she nodded tiredly. At least, people here will remember her, she thought......

After dealing with the werewolf affairs, Rhodes told the soldiers to hurry up and rest and eat to fill their stomachs. You know, once the war breaks out again, there will be no time to eat. Raising soldiers for a thousand days is like this, and the training on weekdays is for this moment, the werewolf is okay, attacking a wave at night, and if he finds that he can't attack it, he will retreat by himself. The Beastmen are different, they attack at night and during the day. Sometimes they would even take turns attacking, allowing their comrades who had been involved in the siege last night to rest during the day, while others of their fellow beastmen who had not participated in the battle continued to storm the human walls. Coupled with the fact that they have siege weapons in their hands, the threat of the Beastmen is actually much greater than that of the Werewolves.

Taking advantage of the rest of the soldiers, Rhodes climbed the main tower of Blackhammer Castle to inspect the weapons that defended the city.

When the soldiers saw the lord himself going upstairs, they all avoided saluting. And Rod signaled them to stop being polite at this time, "Hurry up and fill your stomach." He shouted.

Mulos, the butler, handed over a piece of bread, and Rod took a bite of it without looking. The dry food mix of nuts, cured meats, and bread was the best food in Blackhammer, and Rhodes chewed as he personally examined the large fortified weapons.

The reloaded ballista is the largest defense tool in the entire Black Hammer Fort. It is said that the history of this ballista can be traced back to the generation of Rhodes' grandfather's grandfather's grandfather...... It was probably during the Third Chaos Invasion, during the time of Magnus the Pious, when Rhodes' grandfather's grandfather's grandfather and his men participated in the Armageddon on an unprecedented scale. After the war, Rhodes' grandfather, with his own men, captured the siege ballistae of the Norsca marauders. This was the forerunner of this city-defending ballista.

At the time of the establishment of the Black Hammer Fort, the ballista was dismantled and moved to the city walls as a weapon to defend the city. Due to the huge scale of the Norscans' siege weapons, it usually takes five people to work together to complete a single shot. The range is much more than that of a normal ballista. If you shoot correctly, you can easily destroy siege towers or catapults outside the city. It's just that Rhodes' subordinates are all ordinary soldiers, and the operation of war machinery is obviously not able to reach a truly qualified level.

Black Hammer Fort is like a monument to the north forgotten by history, everything about him is full of historical aftertaste, however, the people of the past are long gone, replaced by a group of recruits who have never experienced a vicious battle.

Looking at the strange moon in the sky, Rod's heart was full of melancholy.