The Confederate forces erected a so-called wall around the perimeter of the siege camp, a ten-foot-high crescent-shaped barrier, made up of all sorts of miscellaneous items: wicker boxes for carpentry tools, large barrels for storing nails, stacked logs, sawn planks, and collected bark and sawdust, stacked in large bundles of sacks.

A row of hardened stakes forms a simple fence that sits on the perimeter of the barrier wall, better than nothing. They thought that the Heim Territory would not leave the castle to fight, so why bother to organize a strong position? In addition, the leadership of the coalition forces was very scattered, and there was no strong oversight, and they turned a blind eye to the militia's lazy actions.

The busy camp was cleared, and the unfinished trebuchets were removed, leaving a large open space. In the clearing, Sir Brown is directing his "Seven Armed Forces" to set up a godly field. They set up a table with pickled mutton, smoked chicken, and boiled grains, and placed a few jars of vegetable oil under the table, which were sealed with fine wax.

In front of the god of warriors, do not carry weapons lightly, it is better to put them on the ground and place them at your feet. It's a strange rule, but it's not hard for everyone to accept. It is said that the Leicester family has always done this, but this is the first time everyone has seen it.

"No!" shouted Sir Brown to the three helpers at the table, "take the brazier farther away, don't get so close to the jar, what if it catches fire?" That's right! Just tie the rope there, won't you hold it up with a stick? That's stupid! Hurry up, you pockmarked peasants, hurry up!"

His voice was already loud, and now it was much higher than it had been in the camp. When in the wild. A loud voice is very important. He needed to drown out the neighing of horses and the clashing of swords. It is even more necessary to cover the painful howls of the wounded soldiers. Lords use their lungs more to show their presence. Then the flags, and then their swords.

For the afternoon, they were busy setting up the scene. The onlookers got bored after watching for a while, and left one after another. Especially when it's time to eat, I'm afraid there will only be gruel if you go late, and the audience here is gone. The lords were even less concerned about the situation here, and the militia did not have the corresponding knowledge, so they did not notice anything unusual in the entire camp.

There is no emblem of the god of warriors here. Not to mention the altars and statues.

This prayer ceremony was originally fake, and Baron Brown naturally did not dare to set up a statue. The god of warriors loves heroic battles, and intrigue and betrayal are blasphemous. He tried to restrain himself from looking in the direction of Myr, for fear that his concern for his brother would come to his face. When Patrick proposed this plan to him, his shock was indescribable, how could his brother, who had always been steady and patient, be so ambitious? So at the meeting that followed, he put forward his opinion. In the name of religious ceremonies, the siege camp was taken over.

It was originally under the control of Viscount Felton, but after the Viscount was burned to ashes. Most of the knights have become indifferent. Their honor was largely lost by their masters, and they were left in the camp to make jokes.

Everyone is rumored that the real Felton was probably killed for an unknown amount of time, so these knights who once swore to protect him were actually working for the goal of revenge. The knights of the other families would not mention this matter to their faces, but their gaze was still unbearable for the knights of the Felton family.

In this way, the siege camp became a completely undefended area under the subterfuge of Baron Brown.

The sky gradually became dark, and braziers were lit on the battlefield. Although there were only a handful of seven or eight, it was a bit of a hassle for the army out of the city. Sir Brown was a little worried, if there were no soldiers in Myr, they would not be able to expose themselves, and take the lead in simply burning the siege equipment.

After dinner, hundreds of spectators gathered curiously to learn the details of the Leicester family's rituals. So without the emblem, Sir Brown fell to his knees at the table reverently, muttered to himself, and waited in silence. The knights under his command did the same, lined up neatly behind him, quietly waiting for orders.

After a long time, there was no change, and there was no scene of any gods appearing, so it was really unpleasant to be so dull, so everyone left one after another. By the time it was completely dark, it was empty except for a few patrolling soldiers.

Brown waited patiently, and he could only do that. In his heart, he believes that patience is his greatest strength, a bridge between hard work and gain. Holding back the pain in his knees, he pricked up his ears to listen to the movement around him, guessing when the warriors of the Heim Territory would arrive.

He didn't expect a hand to stop on his shoulder.

"Don't panic, I've arrived as promised. Siegel's figure gradually emerged. At first, it seems to be a distorted reflection in the rippling lake water, but then it gradually becomes clear. He wears Feltun's armor over his mage robes, and has activated protective normal weapons, protective arrows, and shields. These spells give the armor a very faint glow, but you can't tell the exact effect without enough knowledge of spells.

"You're the only one?" said Sir Brown, clasping his hands on his knees, struggling to his feet.

"At the moment, yes. Igniting these siege equipment, it will be enough for me alone. ”

"That's a no-no. Brown said, "If you are the only one here, then how can I and the knights act? will we besiege you, or will we go to fight the fire? If there is an army, the number of people does not need to be too large, we can pretend to fight and increase the victory." ”

"I see what you mean. Siegel interrupted him: "My task is to ignite trebuchets, and my troops have other uses. ”

"I don't understand. ”

"Then you just watch quietly. ”

Siegel stood at the edge of the clearing, in front of him a finished trebuchet. Measuring more than ten meters tall, these gigantic creatures used a lot of wood, cowhides, polished bones, and fine steel nails, and their mission was to throw huge stones at the walls of the city of Myr. Although the Dwarven Rune is very strong, it cannot defend against all attacks without limits. Maybe in a few days there will be damage to the walls. Bit by bit, it disintegrates - Felton thinks.

But they're about to be turned into firewood. There was no more power: Siegel stretched his arms and closed his eyes to chant the incantation of the fire elemental, feeling the power of magic in his chest surging hard. He then opened his eyes, waved his wand, and began to draw magic runes out of thin air.

A fireball can only cause an explosion and a small area of burning, and if it is used to set fire, it is better to cast a wall of fire. Siegel continued to gather the fire element, and he felt his body's affinity for this element rising. Now you can control it with a single thought. The burning flames were like an extension of his body, and he had the confidence that he wouldn't get hurt even when he stepped into the fire.

A dark green ray shot from the shadows and flew towards Siegel. The mage was concentrating on casting his magic, so he just had a feeling of palpitations.

A cruel smile tugged at the corner of Serra's mouth, the scroll of the Death Finger Ray was worth a lot of money, and it took a lot of effort for her to exchange it from the other mages. For a mage with a relatively weak physique, it is difficult to survive the damage of this spell. As long as Siegel is dead, Heim Territory will not be much of a threat.

She fantasized about Siegel being hit by a spell, her body convulsing and falling to the ground, and her feces and urine flowing. Died without dignity, and my heart was filled with excitement and ecstasy. The situation in the South was greatly improved with the help of "Felton". The coalition has been formed, and it is not difficult to support another leader. And Serra thought to himself that since Felton was dead, the credit could be his own. Using the wealth of the Striped Mountain, the construction of the Crimson Spire will not be too difficult, and he can finally accumulate merit in exchange for the opportunity to learn advanced spells.

The green rays rushed towards Siegel, but were blocked by a transparent barrier and failed to reach their destination. The air twisted, and out of thin air a shield emblem with an intricate pattern appeared. The green rays hit the shield, and the tangled petals were tightly entangled, and they quickly disappeared.

At the same time, the figure of the half-elf mage appeared in mid-air, he stared coldly at the party scene, and at the same time waved his hand forward, a bright flash of light erupted in the direction of his finger, only to hear a scream from behind the overlapping obstacles, "My eyes!"

Several of Mage Edith's apprentices were also removed from their invisibility by casting spells, and they used any door to rush to the spot where the flash erupted. The four of them worked together to block the spells she might use to escape. Whether it is teleportation, gasification, shadow shifting, etc., there are corresponding mages who are responsible for suppressing them.

With the appearance of several mages, Siegel's army also took shape. It turned out that he had hired six mages to join forces and cover Mana's cavalry with an invisible circle to cover them from the castle gates. The riders carefully bypassed the trench and silently avoided the guards until they reached the siege camp without alarming anyone.

Edith, the half-elf, poured out a strange set of steel armor from the space bag, and the torso part was a tightened leash that connected the limbs. Except for the belt, the rest of the body is an extremely heavy piece of iron. It is not designed for defense, it is entirely designed to limit the wearer's movements. Siegel roughly looked over, and this set of armor was also engraved with a magic array, which could continuously dispel the surrounding elemental energy. When a mage wears this armor, it will be difficult to cast a spell that has been formed, even with all his might.

"It's a mage cage," Edith said, "and when you break the rules of the Mage Federation and get punished, someone will put this on you." If you are isolated from the power of the elements, you will not be able to cast spells. ”

Siegel nodded, but not in his heart. He still has the plasma pattern of Resistant to Golf on his bones, and even if he can't attract elemental energy from the outside world, he can convert the power stored in the pattern and cast a spell or two. However, there are still some difficulties to overcome, such as the effect of the heavy shackles on the limbs on the casting posture, which is more difficult to do without wands and spell materials.

"What are you going to do with this woman?" Siegel asked.

"Until the Knox Guild is over, she'll be in captivity and custody. Edith said, "You are a mage lord, but for the sake of the Federation, try to act only as a lord when you are not involved in the affairs between mages. ”

Siegel shook his head, "I'm not going to tie my hands. ”

"Magic should not be abused. Edith said, "You've always been dedicated to the study of magic, and the Elemental Rune Guardian can make your name in the history of spellology, so why waste too much energy on the battlefield?"

"It's not a waste," Siegel laughs, "it's practice." (To be continued......)

PS: Thank you all for your support, I'm in a much better mood, uh-huh.