"We should enlist the dragon's help. Earl Todd said at the meeting.

This is the second day of the dragon's arrival, and the messenger who went to the Mage Federation for help has not yet replied, and everyone is still trapped in the Black Blood Castle. The situation was worse than before, after the dragon incident, the orcs, who had been bent on returning north, suddenly became interested in the castle where the dragon had landed, and a thousand soldiers surrounded them and launched a tentative attack. Under the command of Sir Bill, the counterattack was swift and deadly. Arrows, falling rocks, and fire oil fell in order, and at last less than a hundred orcs escaped. But this time it was like stabbing a hornet's nest, and three times as many troops had entered the castle's warning area. They used the looted "prisoner of war slaves" as coolies, patiently building bunkers and advancing step by step. Such a shrewd way of playing was unheard of, and for a while, the effect of the Black Blood Castle's methods was greatly reduced. Although the losses of the orcs are still greater than the sacrifices of the Black Blood Castle, the "battle loss ratio" is within the range of the orcs.

Sir Bill had advised the mountain cavalry to strike from the cliffs, or to decapitate the head of the enemy. But the Earl of Todd vetoed the proposal. This is a mountainous area, and there are many orc archers in ambush on the hillside, and there are only a few attack lines that can allow the lizards to make sudden movements, and the possibility of being shot down is too great. Moreover, sending mountain knights now is easy to expose this trump card, which is likely to affect the safety of His Royal Highness the Prince.

Sitting at the conference table, Siegel thought to himself: The main thing is that he is worried about affecting the last way out.

Only a dragon can ignore the blows of ordinary weapons and launch a sweep of the orcs. That's why Count Todd had proposed before.

"Modisty won't help with that. Siegel shook his head and said helplessly, "As soon as I approached her." She would find all sorts of excuses to ignore me. For example, pretending to sleep, pretending to sleep, and pretending to sleep. I'm afraid she wants to sleep forever now. Until I die. Maybe she thought that this would be able to get rid of the mission, and she would be able to get back the rewards of St. Sei's Peak and the Spirit of the Dragons without much effort. If I could know what she wanted, it might have been possible, but she didn't want to communicate right now. Thankfully, she hadn't thought of letting the orcs rush up, or having no intention of destroying the walls or anything like that. Perhaps the dragon's pride in her bones was the only thing that prevented her from thinking like this. ”

"If you want me to say, you should find a way to get that woman. Evan grinned and said, "Trust me, she's sleeping anyway, that's the biggest hint." Ride her and everything will be solved. ”

This sentence aroused the approval of everyone present except Siegel. In addition to the elusive temper, strong strength, and racial span. Modisty is indeed a beauty, the type that is easy to remember. All the people in the Black Blood Castle, one counts as one, and they all ate the Dragon Maiden's closed door, so they were always enthusiastic about the topic of picking up Siegel to "get" Modherty.

"I think you're going in a bit of a direction. Siegel was indifferent to Evan's teasing, because he knew that if he had an expression, even if it was just a roll of his eyes, he would encourage them to continue playing on the topic.

"No, I think it's the opposite. Sir Bill said solemnly, "We should pay attention to the fact that there are many dragons in the sky. There are more than three silver-gray ones, so why start from two...... Which of the two female dragons to choose?"

Evan slapped the table and laughed. Even Count Todd couldn't stop him from glaring at him. Siegel shook his fingers, and a glass of red wine moved to Evan, shaking it slightly, aiming the rim at Evan's face. Under this threat, Evan tried to hold back his laughter, and finally eased up with the help of the action of holding a glass of wine.

"It's a bit difficult, but the union of man and dragon can give birth to offspring. Pastor Cooper still had a warm expression, but he said amazingly: "The Lord of the Dawn is happy to see the union of good people and will bless him." ”

Evan couldn't help it anymore and squirted out the red wine with a pop, extinguishing the candle in front of him and contaminating the food on the table. He coughed loudly and pounded his chest. Even Sir Bill, who was very serious just now, had a smile on his face, and only Earl Todd kept knocking on the table: "Pay attention to the meter, pay attention to the meter!"

Siegel felt that he had to speak up, or else the matter would get into trouble. "Your words are too whimsical, but they lack practical support. The siege of the orcs has taken shape, and now it is too late to slowly draw the dragon in. ”

"Put her down, not woo her!" Evan fears that the world will not be chaotic.

Siegel glared at him, but also knew he wouldn't repent. So he looked at Count Todd and said, "Do you remember the prophecy that was tampered with: to lure the dragon to help?" What the enemy is for, we should oppose as appropriate. It's good to stay in the shape you are in. The dragons traveled to the north, not knowing what mission they were on, but one or two could be inferred from the scale of their sorties. Only a war between the races can make them feel like they are enemies, and before the battle is over, a rash alliance with the dragons is likely to attract new enemies. ”

"It's just your speculation. "Count Todd interjected," said Earl Todd, "in fact no one can be sure which of the revised prophecies is true and which is false. If I were a co-ordination, I would have mixed the truth with the lies, so that it would have been more convincing. Besides, it's better to win an ally than to become an enemy, can you deny that, Mr. Mage?"

Siegel shook his head and remained silent. Master Liel's prophecy and the lies of the common union were kneaded together to form a fog that no one could see. The more you try to distinguish between the real and the unreal, the deeper you will fall. It's like sailing in a thick fog, and the lookout tries to find the reef that could lead to the ship's destruction, but the longer you stare at the fog, the more likely you are to see it as a reef, your eyes blurry, and your mind dull, so you have to rotate frequently. Furthermore, there is always a limit to mortal vision, and no one can peer into the future for a long time.

This is why mages who are proficient in prophecy are very rare. Of all the spell types, Siegel has the worst mastery of divination and prophecy spells, unlike his elemental spells, which he can improve on his own terms. If you know something you're not good at, avoid it as much as possible. Siegel no longer thinks about Master Liel's prophecy. And once again set his sights on the orcs besieging the Black Blood Castle.

Raven Baron stopped at the top of the castle's tallest tower. Black eyes pierced through the mountain mist. Get a full view of the situation on the battlefield. The orcs formed dense dots on the hillside, and slowly moved up the hill with simple tower shields made of wood dismantled from flatbed trucks. These orcs have nothing to worry about, sooner or later they will relax and be killed by the archers in the castle. However, the orcs are also very clever, they move as carefully as possible during the day, and only at night do they suddenly rush forward under the cover of darkness.

This is also why the number of warriors in the castle towers is scarce - they are resting. Prepare yourself for the night's battles. In order to have enough lighting, a large number of pine oil torches are being made in the castle. Specially formulated so that these pine oils do not emit smoke when burning, and they illuminate for longer periods of time and are more difficult to extinguish.

The orcs have their own coping. It's true that the Black Blood Castle is right next to the valley, but it's not the end of the walled mountains. On the other side of the valley there are still towering peaks, and some orcs are climbing upwards. They carried heavy crossbows, made of iron-inlaid pear wood and the strongest animal tendons, and had a range far greater than ordinary crossbows. Even strong orcs must use their hands and feet to pull their crossbows apart. The Greatbow uses hollow iron arrows. During flight, air enters through the tip hole and leaves from the tail end. So the bolt will spin in the air and make a distinctive whistling sound.

These elite crossbowmen are the killers of the orcs. In the darkness, humans must light torches to fight the orcs of the night, and those who are next to these torches become the best targets.

Without a special weapon, it was difficult to attack the orcs on the opposite hillside, so for now they had to rely on improvised trebuchets. However, the paladins who came to support and defend His Royal Highness the Prince were not masters of defensive warfare, and they were not proficient in siege weapon erection. Since the lord of the original Black Blood Castle was still locked up in the dungeon, the local craftsmen did not work hard. They also concealed their identities from the people of the Temple of Dawn, allowing the real siege weapon technicians to hide.

There were only a few apprentices working around the castle, so the trebuchets were of little use. Through the eyes of the crows, Siegel saw that the siege weapons were staggering, either falling apart as they were reloaded, or collapsing after being fired. Now he understood why Count Todd had ordered everyone not to engage in battle lightly, for the battle-hardened Earl had long since discovered that his soldiers were useless. There is a big difference between a bodyguard and a warrior, and the difference on the battlefield is fatal.

Siegel withdrew his gaze and pondered what to do. He had only the most basic knowledge of architecture and engineering, which was of little help to the current situation. By discovering his weaknesses as he constantly discovers, Siegel comes to understand what a mage is all about: to find out what is missing from adventure and fill in the gaps in the tower. At this time, the people in the room began to discuss the dragon again, and it seemed that this became their only concern. Siegel felt very depressed, and the chair beneath him began to become unsuitable. He gently pushed away the untouched meal in front of him, got up and saluted Earl Todd, and then walked briskly out of the room.

Janet was waiting for him at the door, and the guards couldn't let her in. "Come with me. Siegel took the kitten by the hand and led her up to the city wall.

"Don't go up, it's too dangerous, watch out for the orc's bows and arrows!" reminded the kind guard.

Siegel thanked him with a smile and then chanted a mantra. Around him and Janet, a honeycomb-shaped, translucent shield rises out of thin air, and when the arrow hits this shield, it will be difficult to hurt the person who is protecting it inside. The two men stood on the city wall with this layer of protection, looking down at the orcs slowly moving below. Siegel sighed deeply, then began to condense spells at his fingertips.

The power of fire, lightning, and ice was formed in turn with the spell, and then turned into a torrent of rage and rushed towards the orcs. The valley echoed with the sound of magical chanting, interspersed with the intense rhythm of explosions. The orcs were clearly caught off guard by the spell attack overhead, and the makeshift shield made of wood had no effect at all. Due to the ruggedness of the hillsides, they could not retreat quickly, so they had to hide behind the crevices and shelters of the rocks as much as possible.

The mage feels the pleasure of the magical power flowing through his body, and when he is in tune with the surrounding elements, he can release it as he pleases. Janet stood behind Siegel and watched as his countenance was constantly illuminated by the light of the spell cast. Janet knew that Siegel was venting his emotions, and that he was building up his anger every time he met with the priest of the Temple of Dawn. Although Siegel tried his best to hide it, Janet, who was good at observing words and colors, was able to find out. With the explosion caused by the spell, his mood gradually improved, and he gradually returned to his calm, relaxed, and thoughtful state.

There was a strange whistling sound, and before he could raise his head, the crossbow bolts flew over the valley. The iron hollow arrow grazed the edge of the ranged weapon's shield barrier, cracking the stone floor and splashing small stones.

Siegel roughly estimated that his protection spell could only protect against the attack of a crossbow bolt at most. If multiple shots are fired at the same time, the shield is likely to collapse. There is only one mage, but there are many crossbows. This time, Siegel finally knew the power of the giant crossbow up close. On the battlefield, mages without protection are still too vulnerable, and even the best spells can hardly resist concentrated fire. Through the eyes of the raven, he saw that several orc crossbowmen had begun to aim, and their target was very obvious, it was the guy who had cast the spell just now.

Now that the purpose of venting has been achieved, before the second round of shooting, Siegel turned around and grabbed the kitten's hand and jumped down the inner wall. Although the walls were more than ten meters high, they landed gently like feathers and were not damaged in the slightest.

The moment he landed, a silvery-white shadow appeared beside him, changing from shallow to dark, and gradually changing into the appearance of Modisti. She was barefoot, her toes floating off the ground, so there were no marks left on the snow. Siegel narrowed his eyes, and even the dragon girl did not have a trace of magic fluctuations during her manifestation. Under normal circumstances, even dragon magic or talent magic will cause changes in the surrounding energy. If even this can be hidden, then her stealth ability can be described as the pinnacle.

"You're following me with invisibility?" Siegel asked, "Why are you revealing now?"

"Get out of here. The dragon girl's eyes were full of excitement, as if she was saying some good news: "The dragon mission has failed, and this place is no longer safe, but I can finally return to St. Se Peak!" (To be continued......