Siege and caster

Willis gradually regained his composure as he watched Glace cry like a lonely little girl. "Give me the map, and I'll let you two live." Willis stared at Glace and said slowly, "In the name of my mother."

Glace looked at her younger brother, whom she hadn't paid much attention to since he was a child. It was as if she was seeing him for the first time. "I believe you won't lie," Glace said, her tears still flowing. Grace's tears had yet to stop flowing as she spoke, choking with emotion. She removed the sapphire necklace from her neck and pressed two fingers on both sides of the sapphire. The pure sapphire unexpectedly opened up like a clamshell, revealing a hollow sapphire. From the outside, it was impossible to tell that it was hollow.

There was a knuckle-sized sheepskin scroll and a black ring inside. The sheepskin scroll was the map to Morphey Forest, and the black ring was the token of Karaman's manor.

After Willis took the scroll and ring, he let go of Glace. Kristin and Laffey also ran over from next door. Willis didn't pay much attention to the three of them and left with his men. The city couldn't be defended any longer. There were at least a thousand Faustian troops outside, and there were only three hundred guards in the city. Coupled with the refugees, it was impossible to defend the city. It was just a matter of time before the city fell. He assigned all the men who could fight to the four gates to give the Faustians the illusion that they were determined to defend the city to the death. In fact, he was leading the fifty most loyal riders to break through the weakest point of the attack.

"Where's Sharp? Where's he?" Glace called out to Willis, who hadn't gone far yet, when she noticed that the old butler was missing.

"He resisted too much, so I killed him." Willis left without looking back.

Only then did Glace fall to the ground weakly. Previously, she had hoped to cross Morphey Forest to Karaman under the protection of the butler and maidservants. But now, she really gave up. Without the old butler who was a low-rank Knecht and the maidservants who were even weaker, it was hard to say if they could even reach Morphey Forest alive.

"Miss, what should we do?" Laffey ran over with Kristin in her arms and squatted down to look at Glace. Christine also looked at her obediently. However, after a sleepless night, coupled with Willis' rough treatment of them by forcing them apart, Christine's condition was obviously worse. Her face was abnormally red, and her eyes were bleary as if she could faint at any time.

Grace immediately reacted. She could not fall. Her niece still needed her care, and the bloodline of the Philip family could not be broken. She still had assets in some places in Shalor, and the only thing she could do now was to pretend to be an ordinary Shalorian commoner. Even if she couldn't become a noble, she could still be a rich commoner. Moreover, as a famous honorary countess of the kingdom, she would definitely be able to gather a group of people to protect her in the future. Her days would definitely not be bad. She fantasized about a bright future, but how could she guarantee that the Faustian army would not discover her? How could she guarantee that she would survive after the city was breached? She had never experienced war and slaughter before. In the end, she was just a canary in a cage.

Previously, as soon as she left with the butler and the other three, they were caught by Willis' guards and brought to the castellan's mansion. Now that the butler was dead, even though she had never experienced war, the way the refugees in the city looked at others made her afraid. Without the protection of powerful people, who knew what those refugees would do with nothing? "Go back to the previous courtyard," Grace said to the maid.

Outside the city, Locke carried a shield that he had found somewhere and rushed forward against the rain of swords. Mond of the 1st Platoon had already stood at the foot of the city wall and was commanding the soldiers around him to climb the ladder and rush up. The rest of the platoon jarls also led their soldiers towards Monte's location. They did not know what was wrong with this city. Although it had strong resistance, it was completely disorganized. Could it be that the general guarding the city was an idiot? Even if oil and stones were thrown at the same place, platoon jarl Monte had only used a small trick and a feint to occupy a spot below the city.

Cardoj seemed to have also noticed that although Shalor's defense was fierce, they were weak both inside and outside. They seemed to be unable to carry on, so he decisively sent out 4th Platoon and 3rd Platoon, who had just rested for a while. They planned to take the city in one go. The family that breached the city gate first would get the highest share of the profits. Cardoj, who was born in a military family, obviously believed in his own judgment. He had a hunch that he would be the first to breach the city. Even if Cashel had the help of a caster, he wouldn't be able to do it.

Locke and the others were already close to the city gate. At this moment, Mond had already set up three ladders. "Bond, Morrit, ride the ladders!" Locke was surrounded by more than twenty people, all of whom were his old comrades and a few strong platoon jarls. Most of the others were left to Jersson. They couldn't afford to lose Master Solon's safety.

"Uncle Mond, where are Uncle Yoshk and the others?" Locke had seen Yoshk and the other platoon jarls gather here, but they were nowhere to be seen. Locke had a bad feeling. "Oh, Locke. Yoshk and Clyne have all gone up. I've exhausted too much impetus, so I can only stay here for now," Mond said, panting. The reason why they were able to occupy the city was almost all thanks to Mond alone. He had used his impetus to block countless rolling stones and arrows, so it was normal for him to be exhausted.

Locke immediately panted when he heard this. "Gulas, Hans, Kane, follow me!" Locke grabbed a ladder, held his longsword in his mouth, and climbed up on all fours. Yoshk had taken care of him for so long that he had long regarded him as his father. Although Yoshk was strong, a horse could lose its footing. He didn't dare to take the risk, so he could only rush up and fight with Yoshk.

The power of an example was infinite. When the surrounding soldiers saw their platoon jarls taking the lead, they were even more fearless and rushed up. Gulas was even more fearless. He used to look down on the thin and weak Locke as a platoon jarl, but now he was convinced by Locke's bravery. He and Hans, who was equally strong, followed closely behind Locke and climbed up. Kane followed behind with a bow and arrow in hand, clearing some obstacles and hidden threats for them to advance.

Locke held his longsword in his mouth and climbed up on all fours. Yoshk and the others probably hadn't gained a firm foothold in the area above the ladder because there were rolling stones and arrows from time to time. Fortunately, Locke was wearing a helmet. At such a close distance, he could block most of the arrows and nimbly dodge the rolling stones.

The soldiers below Locke weren't so lucky. Whether it was arrows or kerosene, they were bound to fall off the wall. Although the wall wasn't particularly high, they would be seriously injured even if they didn't die from the fall. As for the rolling stones, only the platoon jarls and a few strong third-rate soldiers could follow closely behind Locke. No wonder the servants and third-rate soldiers were the ones who suffered the most casualties after every battle.

Locke didn't look back, but he could roughly estimate the casualties from the muffled sounds of heavy objects falling to the ground and the screams of the soldiers. Before, he was a platoon jarl and just had to manage his own team on the battlefield. Now that he was a platoon jarl, many of the soldiers behind him were his subordinates. He didn't want to be a commander without an army.

Locke took a deep breath and channeled his impetus to his right foot. He stomped hard and jumped into the air. This move shocked the enemy on the wall, the soldiers behind him, and even himself.

This move had actually consumed a quarter of his impetus, and the battle hadn't even started yet.

"It's another knight! Brothers, don't let him come up!" shouted the Shalorian soldiers on the wall.

Locke didn't have time to be surprised. After leaping into the air, he used the wall and ladder to move left and right horizontally and finally reached the wall. Of course, this was also because Yoshk and the others were working together on the wall.

After Locke came up, the battle on the wall wasn't looking good. The three platoon jarls, including Yoshk, were forced into a small area of twenty square metres. The ground was littered with corpses of both Faustian and Shalorian soldiers.

Locke looked around and found that there were only two enemies who had impetus like them. However, they were surrounded by soldiers, so Yoshk and the others couldn't move.

Fortunately, the ladder was still there, and the Faustian soldiers kept coming up. As long as they held the ladder, they would definitely be able to take down the wall. The Shalorian side obviously knew that there were four Knechts with impetus on the Faustian side. Why hadn't their reinforcements arrived yet? However, their task was to defend the wall, so they had no choice but to continue to order their soldiers to rush up and suppress the Faustian soldiers.

Unlike the battle on the wall, which was still in full swing, Cashel's attack on the two gates was less intense. Cashel was also very anxious. Unlike Cardoj, who could send low-rank Knechts into the fray, the strongest Knecht he had was only a low-rank Knecht bodyguard. Of course, he couldn't send his own bodyguard into the fray.

According to the agreement, whoever broke through the gate first would have the priority to choose the spoils of war. In the past, he wouldn't mind giving in, but this was the city of the son of a margrave. The rewards were self-evident, so he couldn't just let it go like that.

"Grandmaster Jackson," called Cashel in a low voice.

"Lord Baron." An old man in a black robe suddenly appeared from the shadows.

"We must break through this gate first, please," said Cashel.

Not long after, everyone on the battlefield heard a loud bang. Some sharp-eyed people noticed that there were three fireballs hovering above the gate that Cashel was attacking.

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