Chapter 477: Prelude to the Siege:
The siege of Krakarond began with the participation of Ingersos, who specially flew from the Dragon's Back Mountains.
As the Star Dragon, Ingersoth rested his body on the ground, listening to the mission issued by Masno in confusion.
"You need to take Davian to condense the blood in the air, so that the ceremony will be held in a suitable location." The
huge dragon head turned to the left. Because of the past few years of specializing in the wind of Aksha, the Yaoxing Dragon The scales started to turn a little red.
Ingersolls stared at Davian and couldn't help but said, "Just this brat? No, no."
Davian, whose ability was questioned, rubbed Yao Xinglong's huge fingers and winked to persuade him. He promised to use the reward given by the prince to build a palace after the battle.
After all, riding a dragon can only happen once or countless times. As long as it is done this time, it will be easier in the future. This is the only awakened Shining Star Dragon in the country. Even if you fail countless times, you still have to fight for it.
"This is a mission." Masnuo gave the order with a cold face. If the shining star dragon in front of him was Minas Nil, I guarantee that no one except the prince would dare to speak forcefully.
Ingersolls' face fell instantly, his eyes began to become ferocious, and he flicked his fingers away from Davian, who was still chattering. When everyone thought he was going to say harsh words, they only heard, "That's it, just think of it as bringing someone with you.
" Let the baby experience the feeling of flying."
Sure enough, this guy had been warned by the prince in advance. Everyone present looked down upon Yao Xing Long and regarded him as the crumbs of a dragon.
"Very good, let's get started." Masno glanced at the two mysterious men standing nearby and continued,
"Stick to the predetermined position and avoid street fighting! Live up to Caledo's name!"
"Live up to Caledo !" So many names!"
After everyone expressed their determination, Masnow looked at the two mysterious men wearing hoods next to him, nodded slightly, and said he could go later.
As for Iron Wolf beside him, he had a contented look on his face and picked up his sword to prepare for some activity after a long absence.
The army gathered and pressed forward, and the mottled snowflakes in the sky fell on the blade, dripping with water stains.
"It's really a good weather for fighting, don't you think?" On
the right wing of the artillery position, the Misha Eagles, a combined force of 1,500 people, gathered here.
Spreading his palms, Mazov turned around and took over the falling snow, which was similar to his hometown, but completely different.
Looking at Raskol, this battle will be the last and the most difficult one.
The sergeant nodded, not denying the matter. He looked at the towering black sharp city wall in the distance and tightened the blade in his hand.
Many people died. The number of mercenaries who came to the New World from Kislev was originally 7,600, but after eight years, there were only 5,000, and the mortality rate was as high as 35%.
After this siege, there may only be four thousand left.
It can be imagined that the asset certificate, which was delivered to his hands in the morning and given by Ed Tyrese himself, is enough for himself and his descendants to live a life without worries about food and clothing.
"If we don't die here, we will die in the frozen soil of the north. If we die there, we won't even get a meager pension." The
final wavering was replaced by the most tenacious will, and Rascal began to cheer The sound inspired the soldiers.
"This is the last battle. As long as we finish this battle, the gold coins in each of our hands will be enough to spend our old age in the motherland. Whether we want to buy a ranch and become a landlord, or find a manor and become a master, we can easily achieve it."
"But the premise is to survive. Let me watch each of you walk into the ship returning home intact, instead of being carried into a rotten and dark coffin." "For Esun!"
" For Esun!" The Kislev soldiers who got the gossip were particularly excited. As long as they make a fortune from this battle, they may make their already full pockets even richer.
When the ballistae and artillery made loud noises at the same time, lighting up the dim sky of Naggaroth red, the sergeant nodded to the captain of the Dragon Halberd guard standing side by side in the distance, indicating that he was ready.
Mishan, whose honeymoon was temporarily interrupted, also gestured to Raskol, holding the Storm Spire extremely tightly. He remembered the cold lizard knight Malus Black who slaughtered the dragon halberd guards in the battle of Fennoir Plains. blade.
This mission is also to kill a similar Druzi. Although it is not him, he can still recover some interest.
The artillery flew in a graceful arc under the ballistic calibration of the engineer and the guidance of the heavenly mage, competing with the enemy's magic fort. When the head-sized cannonball hit the city wall, large pieces of rubble were splashed down.
The fear lord in charge of the city wall's defense stared angrily. When the cannonball hit the city wall, he immediately crouched down to avoid damage.
He was calculating the possibility of losing this siege, and the final calculation was 30%.
And if you want this result to meet expectations, you must...
The Fear Lord turned his head and looked behind the city wall, where there were more than a dozen war hydras and thousands of slaves.
As long as they are sacrificed to Kane, plus the soldiers who died on the battlefield, the generals gifted by the Bloody Hand God can be used to lead the fearful war beast.
With the city wall covering the artillery fire, even the giant dragon cannot easily kill the blessed war beast, but if you want to truly reverse the war situation, you need support from the north.
"As long as the armies of Kuran and Malus come here, everything will be fine." The fear lord comforted himself in his heart, letting the soldiers operating the Reaper ballista around him turn into a ball of flesh under the power of the artillery. foam.
These damn Asur actually use such despicable things as artillery. The elven orthodoxy is undoubtedly Druzi. Only we can rule the world!
The artillery at both ends continued to roar. Even though Caledor's army had absolute firepower, they were somewhat evenly matched with the cover of the city wall and the magical protection that Druchi had brought to Hecate by sacrificing a large number of slaves before the war.
At the top of the Tower of Destruction, Hell Scourge looked at everything happening in the outside world through the diamond-shaped window.
The dragon lord did not end up in person, which was the best scene in a disadvantageous situation. Otherwise, once the dragon horn was sounded, the city would soon be turned into ruins.
In the endless darkness, Lord Druchi said his first words,
"Send all the black dragons out, and move the untamed beasts in the underground caves to the city gate." Lord
Dread, who was waiting for orders, hesitated for a moment and asked the family leader, "If all the black dragons are sent out, Nagarond's order..."
"Do as I say and sacrifice some slaves to Ardaeus. I need only one divine envoy to help Krakaron survive the crisis."
Magma Dragon? ...
The Fear Lord expressed his understanding and turned around to leave the Tower of Destruction.
If the Cataclysm of Hell is going to perish, there is no reason why Druchi in the city is still qualified to live.
(End of chapter)