Section 317 Difference

After a short time, the Bloodfang Lord led his army out of the battlefield and then summoned his men to discuss the matter.

Everyone who has spent enough time with the Bloodfang Lord knows that the muscles in the Bloodfang Lord's face are often on the verge of spasm because of the pain he suffers from from time to time. So he always had an expression on the verge of rage. But at this moment, his anger has transcended the edge.

Every subordinate knew that the Bloodfang Lord was counting on taking the castle today and slaughtering every living creature inside. But there is no doubt that this plan is no longer possible. The resistance at the head of the city is still stubborn and ferocious, and the defenders of the city are determined to fight for their lives to the end, and so far, the besieging Chaos army has not seen the light of victory, but there are already hundreds of casualties under the city.

Luckily, however, the Bloodfang Lord's anger was twofold, on the one hand, at the ineffective siege of his subordinates, and on the other hand, at the disadvantage of the overall progress of the battle. In fact, not only them, but also the various units did not progress well. Some fortresses were impregnable, and the Chaos Legion suffered heavy casualties but gained nothing. In the few siege battles that were won, the defenders also showed their tenacity, fighting for every inch of land, and even fighting to the last pawn. The Chaos Legion has gained few but sacrificed greatly.

In the original plan - in a sense Marven's bombastic construction - the garrisons of these castles, towns, villages, etc., were very limited, and there were no reinforcements outside, no heavy combat machinery inside, let alone magical support. With the superior strength of the Chaos Legion, it should be able to crush their resistance in a short time. These small victories will be effective in boosting the morale of the Chaos Legions, but they will discourage the Southerners' armies (because they cannot defend their own land and people, and will inevitably discourage their soldiers). In addition, it can also effectively collect supplies and reduce the pressure on logistics.

Speaking of which, the reason why the Bloodfang Lord was able to become the commander without any controversy was that in addition to his own reputation and military strength, the most important thing was that he mastered the White Castle. In other words, the Chaos Legion is completely dependent on him for its logistical supplies. It's a huge right, but it's also a heavy burden. This kind of division, plundering (and killing) battle is exactly what the Bloodfang Lord needs.

But the facts gave the Bloodfang Lord a completely different answer. Or rather, the facts deny Marven's various inferences. It could even be said that the facts had taught the Bloodfang Lord something new.

Small castles are not necessarily easier to attack than large ones.

The fact that the inhabitants dared not to retreat in the wave of chaotic attacks naturally had a reason why they were too late to retreat, and on the other hand, it was enough to show their confidence. These castles built on steep terrain are not easy things to deal with. As mentioned earlier, these sanctuaries are completely different from castles that are conveniently located on plains or arteries. Once enough combat supplies are stockpiled, then they turn into something similar to turtles and hedgehogs. Anyone - including the Chaos Legion - would have to run their heads on it and break the bloodstream.

Of course, that doesn't mean these castles can't be fought. There are no castles in this world that cannot be conquered, because the siege of food is the nemesis of any fortified city - according to the history of the Church, one of the most difficult sieges was a war at Tiberius to suppress a rebellious lord. Because the siege lasted seven whole years. The king surrounded the traitors in the castle, used starvation as a weapon, and spent seven years finally exhausting the food and grass in the city, and conquered the fortified city.

However, it is clear that despite the lack of anti-anti-enemy defenses, our Bloodfang Lord has not reflected on himself in the slightest, and has already blamed the Tzeentch Wizard in his thought circuit. Relying on this, the magic battle axe in his hand only slashed at the table, not on the head of a subordinate.

This axe made his subordinates shudder, and they began to shrink their heads a little.

"Tzeentch must have something in mind!" said the Bloodfang Lord. "He lied to me!"

From the words of the Bloodfang Lord, it was clear that he had lost faith in taking the nameless castle in the short term. Yes, sadistic believers are bloodthirsty, but they prefer a bitter battle - a battle between two armies - rather than standing helplessly on the ground and watching the enemy attack them as they please, from within range of their weapons.

"There's no reason why he shouldn't know that these little castles are hard to attack. The Bloodfang Lord said. "You know, it was the wizard who called for this war. ”

Except for the Bloodfang Lord, who naturally joined the Chaos Legion because he occupied the White Castle, almost all the others were gathered by Marven. This is true of the followers of Nurgle and Slaanesh. Of course, although Marven is the convener, after weighing the comparison of strength in all aspects, he is still very smart to give up the position of the supreme commander. Most of the Chaos leaders knew that Marven had spent a lot of effort in the Southerner Nation to organize an intelligence network. In the early stage of the war, almost all of the intelligence gathering, map drawing, and so on were all done by Marven.

If Marven knew nothing about the specifics of these castles, even the sadistic believers would not believe it. It's not a matter of one or two places - if it's really bad luck and encounters a particularly difficult one, then the Bloodfang Lord is afraid that at this time he has already slaughtered a few unlucky ghosts who are "ineffective in supervising the battle", and the overseer has attacked overnight, vowing to break the city.

Now that he knows that these castles are extremely difficult to deal with, Marven described these "hard bones" as "fat meat" for them to gnaw on a few bites. This motivation ...... No matter how stupid people are, they will notice that something is wrong. Everyone knew that the Lord of the Blood Fang personally led the team to set off, and the base camp was left to Marven. This means that maybe the whole thing is a trap? What kind of conspiracy is Marven planning?

It's easy to imagine. Because even the Chaos cultists know that Tzeentch's wizards are always planning intrigues.

"Then we should ......," one of his men gestured with his hand into the distance—he was clearly referring to the Tzeentch wizards who followed the troops—and made a "chop" gesture with his palm.

"No," the Bloodfang Lord kept to his senses. "Keep them, I want to do that...... I've got to figure out what the hell that damn wizard is trying to do!"

"So ...... Will you go back right away?"

"Don't camp tonight, retreat immediately!" the Bloodfang Lord ordered without hesitation. Before he knew what plot Marven was planning, he didn't think it was a good idea to swallow it slowly. "These southerners don't dare to pursue us!"

......

Far away from the Bloodfang Lord, in the city of Neustria, Eshuruphat dressed in his full armor - from helmets to iron boots - led a few retinues into a side street in the city. In front of him, you can see the sign of a small inn.

On the eve of the war, although there were no military restrictions on entry and exit in Neustria, at least one acquaintance would not have made any trips here at this point in time. In fact, nine out of ten of the people who would come to Neustria now were businessmen who risked their lives for profit. And these merchants would never come alone, they all came here with their partners, hired men, wagons, and horses. In this case, it was obvious that they would not choose such a small inn that did not even have a stable.

Besides, the residents of the city have been evacuated, and the business of the hotel has been greatly reduced. Most of the hotels in the city are now closed. Their owners have either left the city for rear, or they are now in the army, unable to take care of their own shop.

However, this one is clearly an exception. The door of the inn was open, and the interior was clearly furnished to indicate that there were people here.

"Is this it?" asked Ashrufat. As he asked this, he looked around to make sure there was no one else around. He was sure that others would not recognize him, at least not all at once, because he covered his face with his helmet. But the helmet itself is something that arouses curiosity. Helmets are known to be useful on the battlefield, but they are a nuisance when not in combat, as they can affect people's vision.

Luckily, I didn't see anyone as far as I could see. The time he chose for dinner was indeed a good choice.

"It's here. One of the subordinates replied. This is a middle-aged strong man with an honest face. "Master...... He's in it. ”

"You're waiting outside. Ashrufat said. With that, he took off his helmet, handed it to one of his subordinates, and walked in briskly on his own.

In the first room of the inn, an old man was sitting.

The old man had gray hair, was neither fat nor thin, and looked to be around sixty years old, slightly rickety. After seeing the heavily armed Ashrufat enter, the old man stood up with a little trepidation on his face.

"You should be...... Master Hono?"

"It's me, you should be...... Count Ashrufat?"

"It's down there. Ashrufat said in the most polite tone. "Isn't there a problem? I'm afraid it's a little inconsiderate......

"No, Your Excellency, I think it's good. Actually, I'm still a little incredulous...... Ah Jin ...... "There was some hesitation in his expression.

"I'm glad I was able to make it there in one day and one night. Ashrufat said. "You don't have to worry, Mr. Akin is my friend, please believe in his promises as much as you believe in me. He held out a finger, "Three thousand gold Oli in exchange for a painting of yours is too cheap for me." Because I need ...... You, a master of body art painting, come to help me. Ah Jin told me that he had seen your paintings...... That painting was really lifelike, so he highly recommended you to me. Of course, you're lucky to be in such a place close to the city of Neustria. ”

This old man named Hono was really a little flattered. There are a lot of painters in this world, but he belongs to the kind of alternative - he likes to paint portraits of dead people. In other words, he loved to paint dead people, and his best works were works that depicted the details of corpses in clear detail.

As is the case with all alternative painters, his paintings are hard to sell, even though he is a master of his painting skills. Today, thousands of Quioli asked him for a painting, which really made him excited. Eventually, however, he realized that Ashrufat's words were not what he had expected.

"Isn't it a thousand?" asked the master of painting, a little puzzled.

Ashrufat stumbled and almost hit his head against the wall.