The summer heat is gone, and the sunny days are good.

Innedil got up very early, and Snowton's southern expeditionary army besieged Severa for many days, and the battle reports from the front continued to come. Even with the "Holy Spirit Eye" and the Divine Array engraved on the city wall, he could "see" more clearly how far the battle situation had developed.

But at least, this can better grasp the situation in the city, as well as the morale of the army, the people, and the people.

"Don't worry, there is no possibility of the fall of Severa City in a short time. Glancing at the bloodshot in his eyes, the Pale Lord comforted with concern.

"I know, teacher," Innedil smiled softly, but looked a little tired, "but why bother in bed when you're awake?"

"Today is the twentieth of September," the Pale Lord shook his head helplessly, pinching his fingers and calculating, "It will be at least two to three months before the first snow of this winter, and the city of Severa must hold out until then." ”

"First Snow ......" Innedil muttered, although he himself analyzed this time node from ancient books, but the reason for it is poorly understood.

"The heart of the god is unpredictable," the Pale Lord reminded him, frowning in thought, "Your task now is to find a way to defend the city of Severa. ”

"I've already made a few arrangements," Innedir nodded, took a few steps forward, leaning against the railing and looking into the distance, "If Snowton rushes to attack, it shouldn't be pleased." ”

"Hurry up the work at hand, then," encouraged the Pale Lord, "and be prepared before the first snowfall. ”

Inedil clenched his fist and became an archbishop of the Holy See at a young age, both fortunate and unfortunate. Fame and responsibility weighed on his shoulders at the same time. Glorious and heavy.

He turned around and sat down on the jade couch, the holy light in his sleeve. Two thousand years later, the Dome of Light, one of the three holy sites of the Holy See, has finally returned to the White Tower.

The top floor of the White Tower returned to tranquility, and the Pale Lord was silent. He secretly pinched a handprint. A faint white light that no one noticed flew out from a hidden position, until it was dozens of miles of small woods, before it distorted and transformed into a note.

A black-feathered, red-eyed crow perched on a nearby branch. Seeing the paper roll falling, it blinked, suddenly flapped its wings and flew up, opened its mouth to hold on, and left in an instant.

September 20th. Snowdon's central army launched a fierce attack on the "Fortress of Glory" in front of Severa's left.

After the repeated bombardment of the catapult and the mage battalion, taking advantage of the opponent's dumb fire, the heavy infantry carried the shield to protect it, and the light infantry carried the ladder to charge.

Moments later, the steel arrows rang out, and the boulder crashed down. The first wave of soldiers had barely reached the bottom of the fort before they were almost completely wiped out. The follow-up units were blocked by long-range fire from enemy troops. I could only watch the survivors being shot to death one by one. At the orders of the officers, the second wave of troops continued to rush forward, paving a path with corpses.

The so-called siege of the city is to use the sacrifice of ninety-nine people in exchange for the success of one person. When the top is equipped with a special hook to climb the staircase, it is placed on the top of the city. The defenders were in a short time, and it was difficult to push them away. And the carefully selected climbing team, all of them are agile and powerful elites in the army, and it only takes thirty to forty seconds. You can quickly climb the city wall.

So more blood spurted, more lives died, and the warriors attacked and were driven down again. With each cycle, a large number of corpses are left behind.

It's a turn-based game, and when the defenders' energy begins to drain, their arms shaking and their reserves of arrows and stones are running out, the besiegers are waiting for an opportunity to launch an all-out fight. If you succeed, the game ends, and if you lose, the round continues.

The Snowdons, however, have more means to speed up the game. In the sky, a shadow swirled, and in the camp, the legendary swordsman was gathering his armor. The lazy sun was slanting down, and it was already in the afternoon, which was the most sleepy stage in human nature, not to mention, after a whole half day of fighting.

Even the sound of war drums on both sides became weak and mixed together, making people irritated.

"It's time to put an end to this," Cartroman, sling his long knife at his waist, and walked out of the camp, "Tell the armies, in a quarter of an hour, launch a general attack!"

A group of soldiers of the "Horizontal Knife Battalion" followed closely behind and stepped onto the battlefield. They wore light leather armor and only inlaid metal pieces in key parts to attack instead of defend, which was the battlefield creed of these sword masters.

"General Cartroman's departure," said King Nacini with a smile from the lookout not far away, "how can the enemy resist our army with a thunderous blow?"

Next to him, there were cronies and ministers, staff officers in the army, and military generals who were on leave, and when they heard this, they all nodded yes. Legendary warriors and dragon knights join forces, a small fortress, not yet easy to capture.

"According to my observations, the strength of the enemy's arrows has changed three times, and the army of the Bright Sect is customary for archers to take turns in two groups......" The young staff officer, who was arguing with the old chief of staff a few days ago, analyzed, "General Carter Roman's attack at this time coincided with the loss of the opponent's arm strength, and the timing was just right. ”

"Next, as long as the ordinary army feints, and General Cattroman leads the 'Horizontal Knife Battalion' to press, the enemy army will definitely be in a hurry," another middle-aged staff officer, not to be outdone, said, "When the attention of the bed crossbow and the archer is diverted, Viscount Davide will fall from the sky, and the Fortress of Glory will inevitably fall." ”

Indeed, as he said, when the "Horizontal Sword Battalion" attacked the city, the defenders of Severa were greatly panicked. Even though Bishop Nones specially sent three high-ranking warriors to guard this fort, no one could suppress Cat Roman's edge.

Catapults and bed crossbows, don't attack downwards like a fatal attack, trying to block the follow-up siege troops, otherwise once they gain a foothold, then the fortress will not be far from falling.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Davide harnessed the dragon and swooped down, sweeping through the dragon tail with its hideous spikes, screaming and screaming. When the red dragon rose into the air again, he turned his head and added a breath of dragon breath. The raging flames suddenly rose up, and most of the wooden city defense machinery was destroyed.

"Kill!" Cartromans shouted, and the "Crimson Storm" unleashed a bloody passage.

The soldiers of the "Horizontal Knife Battalion" did not need any orders at all, and rushed to the city with a wild roar. With Carter Romans as the tip of their knives, they spread out their formations and cut out an open field on the top floor of the fortress.

"Pringer!" Davide couldn't hold back any longer, and controlled the dragon to pounce, trying to make a final decision.

... (To be continued......)

PS: (First update.) ）