It's a little early, a small town within the territory of the Great Sage's Tower.
The Frank Kingdom Restoration Army left in the early morning. The remaining residents in the town thought that the matter was over and had nothing to do with them anymore, but the secretly surrounding army did not think so.
There was no time for the alarm bell to ring, and the messenger didn't even have a chance to shout. The brick walls used to defend against monsters and savages cannot stop the human army. Before the residents could even think of resisting, they were suppressed. The only good thing is that Marquis Neumann, who showed up in person, did not hurt anyone. Just have the soldiers drive everyone into the town square.
"Townships, don't worry." Wearing bright and powerful armor, Marquis Neumann was like a gentle old man, smiling kindly and said to everyone: "I am not here to hurt you. Listen to my soldiers. Instructions, no one will be hurt and everyone can spend the day safely."
The morning fog dissipated, and the morning sun shone from behind the Marquis. His mighty armor shone brightly, reflecting his silver hair and beard. What should have been such a beautiful scene brought an ominous chill to the eyes of the townspeople.
At the same time, Meyer Kohler had just finished answering the questions from the eldest princess, Mira Salian. A cruel tactic suddenly emerged in the minds of veterans who had been on the battlefield for a long time.
As long as there are enough people and they are willing to sacrifice, the interior of most magic towers is easy to break. Fill all the traps with human lives, and then kill the tower owner in one fell swoop. In a limited space, no matter how powerful the magician is, he cannot resist the endless stream of enemies. But the premise of everything is to be able to break into the tower.
As a war fortress that protects the civilized world and resists the invasion of darkness, when the magic tower is attacked by the army, it will of course cast strategic magic that is regarded as a forbidden spell to kill a large number of enemies. How to block strategic magic has become the most important issue for the attacking side.
Learn from the barbarians and drive the hostages at the forefront of the battle line to attack the enemy formation or siege the city. The nobles of the Lost World launched a war against the magic tower. The most despicable tactic was to take a large number of ordinary people as hostages and spread them among the army, making it difficult for the tower owner to use the strategic magic of the magic tower.
The reason why strategic-level magic is considered a forbidden spell is because its ability to cause mass destruction can easily injure ordinary people, so it is not allowed to be used outside the battlefield. What about the large numbers of ordinary people on the battlefield?
'We didn't force ordinary people to attack the tower, we just took it with them. 'This is the excuse the attacking side will use. It seems like a legitimate excuse, but it doesn't diminish its despicable nature.
If the tower owner doesn't care, he will just ban the curse and cleanse the ground. Although the invading army was repelled, when faced with pressure from the Magicians Association, most of the time they would become losers. No matter how you explain it, there are ordinary people killed and injured by magic that should not be used against them. The punishment for abusing forbidden curses is unimaginably severe.
If you are afraid of the existence of ordinary people and dare not cast forbidden spells. For the attacking army with numerical superiority, the outcome is already decided.
Regardless of the outcome, it was the worst war, and it also touched Mira Salian's bottom line. Anger burned in his chest, along with feelings of uneasiness and disappointment. She didn't understand why. She only knew one thing, if she didn't vent the fire in her chest, she would regret it for the rest of her life.
With one step, Mira Salian got off the tall military horse neatly. He said to his two subordinates in the language of the mysterious Lord: "Zhe Xiang, Qing Yu, let's take action." 'At the same time, he took out his usual flail and put aside his cloak disguise. The heavy armor given by the gods was bathed in the sun, and there seemed to be cyan fireflies running across the body.
'Oh, it's finally our turn. ''Get ready to go on a killing spree, White Mist Warrior Commander. 'Two temple warriors dressed as maids quickly took out square hammers and maces, and also displayed their god-given heavy armor in front of everyone.
Mendelsohn Heyman was shocked when he saw this. He didn't understand why the loyalist dismounted and dressed up in this way. His thoughts were so chaotic for a while that he couldn't even pay attention to the question of how the eldest princess could afford to wear this heavy armor. He hurriedly stopped and said: "Your Highness, if you want to break out of the siege, please mount your horse. My subordinates will open the way for you, and you will definitely break out of the siege." The rest of the people were equally excited.
Mira Salian picked up the helmet behind her neck, looked at everyone with a murderous look and said: "No, old Heyman, you just need to follow me closely. I'm going to fight back." After that, he buckled the helmet and did it. It was at the tip, followed by two temple warriors, one in front and two behind in a triangular formation, heading north.
The pace seems slow but is fast, and every step is clearly visible in the eyes of others. But Mendelsohn, Heyman and others were chasing after them, but they couldn't catch up even though they ran as fast as they could. The soldiers on the north side of the siege net subconsciously raised their spears and did not wait for the commander's order. Because the eldest princess's demonic actions brought them inexplicable meanings. In order to break the unspeakable oppression, the only option is to thrust forward with a gun.
With a twist of her wrist and a low step, Mira Salian arrived at the far left of the battle formation in an instant. When the soldier had no time to retract his spear and turned to look at her in astonishment, she regained everything she was like as 'White Mist'. Under the command of the mysterious lord, the temple warrior chief is the strongest sharp blade, and cannot be stopped by ordinary soldiers.
The flail named 'Morning Star' roared with wind and thunder, hitting the soldier's left arm hard. The powerful force not only knocked away the soldier on the far left side of the team, but also knocked down the entire row. Limbs were broken, fractures were broken, internal organs were shattered, and an entire line of soldiers was crippled with just one blow. As soon as they took another step, the soldiers in the second queue immediately retreated in shock, and their formation had dispersed.
Zhexiang and Qingyu rushed forward and rushed into the formation. They only swept left and right to defeat the enemy. Immediately, a corner of the siege net was loosened, and the rest of the Renaissance Army followed Her Royal Highness the Princess out.
Meyer Kohler, who was standing in the southern encirclement, looked at the disintegrated northern encirclement and said angrily: "Damn it, the people guarding the north are all idiots. They actually let them break through. To fight back like this, they should be said to be too much." You have the guts, but you are still too stupid. Not pursuing, not pursuing! If Mira Salian escapes, no one will benefit."
The powerful blow of the temple warrior chief Bai Wu is difficult to understand unless you face it directly. In the eyes of those in other parts of the siege, all credit should go to the magic flail, which only aroused their greed for treasures and overwhelmed their remaining sanity. Before Maier Kohler could take command, the others were already chasing after them.
Mendelsohn and Heyman thought that the two sides were engaged in a retreat, and their morale was inevitably low. Marquis Neumann's army thought they were in pursuit, and the greatest treasure was right in front of them, a princess and a magic flail. While their morale was high, they continued to catch up with the rear of the Royal Revival Army and encroached on the enemy.
If it weren't for the two temple warriors who came to the rescue from time to time, showing strong mobility and superb skills, everyone in the Renaissance Army would collapse faster.
Although Mira Salian didn't care and ran as fast as she could, she just wanted to return to the magic tower as soon as possible to prevent everything that might happen. However, the team was still overtaken and blocked by greedy enemies from time to time. The eldest princess's heroic gesture could not scare anyone away for a while.
Going forward in time, all the townspeople were tied up and divided into all queues. Marquis Neumann personally led the legion and advanced towards the Tower of the Great Sage.
During the march, the arcane eye on the top of the magic tower appeared again. But other than that, the tower owner didn't make any other reaction. He just watched the soldiers arrange their queues.
Marquis Neumann was leisurely waiting for the deployment of the army. From the previous reports of the envoys and the current reaction of the tower owner, he believed that the rookie magician who had been stationed in the tower for less than three years might have been hiding in a corner and shivering.
Looking at the army in front of them, no one can help but tremble. He had almost gathered more than half of the Frank Kingdom's military strength. Except for the crown, he felt like an uncrowned king.
When everything was ready, Marquis Neumann sent an envoy according to Midland's practice. The messenger holding the white flag high represents non-force negotiation. Killing such a person would be despised, and using such a person to make any small offensive move would be equally despised. So the messenger entered the magic tower smoothly and said loudly:
"Your Excellency, Lord of the Tower, on the orders of Lord Neumann, the Marquis of the Frank Kingdom, I have come to declare my intention for war. However, Your Excellency does not like to sacrifice human lives, so he ordered me to persuade the Lord of the Tower to surrender. I hope that you will accept your goodwill and come out. The tower surrenders to my lord.”
Lin, who was standing in the hall on the first floor, calmly listened to the messenger's announcement and said: "War is the proper meaning of war. I have not offended the Marquis in any way. If you want to raise an unjust army, then I can only resist." .Please come back.”
After receiving the answer, the messenger no longer looked serious, but said in a relaxed and regretful tone: "It's a pity. I appreciate the knowledge and wisdom of the tower master, but I really don't want to see such an evolution."
"Then will you put down your weapons? I will consider sparing your life."
In response to the tower master's arrogant speech, the envoy smiled and said, "Let's see the truth on the battlefield." After saying that, he turned and left.
"What a graceful young man. What a pity." Lin looked at the departing figure and shook his head slightly. The figure gradually disappeared.
The messenger who returned to the main formation conveyed the meaning of the master of the magic tower. Knowing that this battle was inevitable, Marquis Neumann did not change his graceful posture, but simply raised his forearm and waved it forward slightly.
The long and long sound of the attack horn spread to every corner of the battlefield, echoing in everyone's chest.
For the nobles, this is a war of plunder, and the target is the wealth accumulated by the tower owner, and it is also the bribe that the Marquis promised to distribute to everyone. Therefore, they sent their sacrificial subordinates to the forefront to become the first line of attack on the magic tower, or they launched sacrificial minor nobles to lead the charge. They just have to wait and share the fruits of victory.
For the soldiers, the incident of annihilation of villages more than two years ago was brought up again. The despicable character of the tower owner who does all kinds of evil is the most frequently mentioned issue in the military recently.
They believe that living in this territory is a miserable thing. But they completely ignored the town residents who were captured and tied up and kneeling in front of the queue. If it was really so painful, why would there be a group of people who were used as shields to defend against strategic magic?
The attack begins.
