Whispers of the Gods

Chapter 129 Nalanni V (3)

"Lord Nalanni!" The head of the Scarlet Knights "Ya Swan" Alaron and his two knights chased after him.

"What's the matter, Lord Alaron?" Nalanni stopped and asked.

"I have a war to discuss with you," Alaron said kindly, putting his pale brown braids back behind his back. "But first, congratulations on your victory in the duel."

"It wasn't a duel, it was just a small dispute." She said flatly.

"It's very timely that you let Lord Bretor's majesty go to waste." Alaron raised his hand to signal them to continue walking to the camp of the Knights of Prophecy, "The last thing I want to see in a war is a leader who is blind and arrogant and fighters who don't obey orders."

Nalanni raised her eyebrows, she didn't expect Alaron to support her, but no one would find Bretor a likable person, he was like a beast driven only by the instinct to kill.

"Now that the first ditch has been filled, what do you plan to do next?" Seeing that Nalanni was silent, Alaron asked.

"We'll wait." She replied.

"Wait?"

"This is a protracted siege, and there is no other way but to wait." Nalanni is not trying to dampen their morale, but the fact is that the Blood Oath Fort was built here for a reason. It is difficult to be attacked.

"I understand, but no matter how long we wait we will not be able to exhaust their supplies and make them surrender," said Alaron. "We will camp on this side, and their baggage will be brought in from the other side of the mountain."

"It seems that you already understand what this battle is like," they said, walking to the front of the filled ravine, looking at the castle three hundred yards away, "but I have another strategy, although it means There will be a lot of casualties, but it does give us a chance to take the castle."

"All wars are accompanied by sacrifices, and this is the price. The Holy King's will is very clear, to end this time-consuming slave rebellion as soon as possible." Standing on her right, Alaron replied unemotionally , "What strategy?"

The walls and towers of Bloodsworn Hold stood tall, with no banners to fly, no holy days to be seen.The castle is sandwiched between two impassable hills. There is no moat or drawbridge outside the walls, but if you want to capture it, you can only attack it from the front.

Nalanni had seen the blueprint of the castle given to her by Archbishop Gironche. Behind the city wall was a winding maze-like structure, so even if they broke through the gate, they only entered the murderous aisle, but the knights had a slave army. The advantages.

"We first built the siege tower and battering ram, and then waited for a foggy morning, then approached the castle, first filled the second ravine in half, then built the trebuchet at about 150 yards, and finally in the trebuchet Let the knights attack the city wall under the cover of a machine gun." Nalanni said, "This is the only way, it is very dangerous, but it will work."

"We can let the mercenaries and the knights in full-body steel armor go first. No one cares about the life and death of the mercenaries, and the knights are not afraid of bows and crossbows." Alaron suggested.

"They don't have crossbows, only bows and arrows."

"So that's why you dared to camp so close." Alaron raised his head comprehendingly, "You know your enemy well, Lord Nalanni, it seems that the Holy King ordered you to be the leader of this battle. The Commander-in-Chief is correct."

"The emperor is always right, isn't he?" Nalanni replied with a hint of sarcasm.

"Of course, of course." Alaron nodded with a smile, and he patted the shoulder of the elderly knight Kerim beside him, "I will make my people ready, and we will launch the general offensive on the day of fog. "

"Very well, I will send someone to inform Bretor later, so that his Knights can also get ready."

"After today, he will obediently obey your orders." Alaron said with a chuckle.
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They were waiting for the fog, and the fog didn't make them wait long. On the fourth day after formulating the strategy, the entire camp was covered by thick fog.

The north and south sides of their camp are dense forests, the tall trees are almost covered by the mist in the air, and there are small fires that have just been extinguished in front of the tents, and some huddled around them to keep warm not long ago.

"It seems that the holy day has heard our prayers." Weigel said happily while adjusting his gauntlet while counting the knights gathered in front of the camp.

"What do you pray to the holy day, Vaigl?" Nalanni asked. "Fog or carnage?"

"Hey... both." He showed that smug smile again, "I'm a relatively greedy person, and I never make just one wish."

The wooden siege towers had been erected, and the engineers had used the materials brought in to build four movable siege towers, several stories high.

Nalanni turned to look at the knights in front of her. They were all dressed in silver steel plate armor and pointed helmets, and many of them were praying with their eyes closed.

She hated the sounds of these prayers, they were like wasps hanging around his shoulders and ears and stinging you every now and then.

Aralon brought his Scarlet Knights and mercenaries to Narani's camp, their chests painted red shields.Bretor and his Order of the Broken Souls arrived with them, all without horses, for horses were of no use in a siege.

Nalanni looked around, and her eyes fell on the mercenaries wearing miscellaneous armors. Most of these people were carrying shields, and their inferior armor was not enough to withstand bows and arrows.But among the three mercenary regiments, one regiment obviously had better equipment. Their captains wore steel breastplates and heavy white cherry-faced helmets. This should be what Alaron and Kerim mentioned earlier. of white tassels.

"Listen up!" Nalanni cleared her throat, calming down the hundreds of knights in front of her. "This fog is a gift from the holy day. He wants us to take down this castle and end this war!"

She pointed her finger to the east, and there was no sound from the castle in the distance, "They are hiding in the stone wall, what we have to do is to break through the city wall, and let these turtles see what a real warrior is! Pull out your weapons!"

The knights pulled out all kinds of weapons and long swords from their waists in unison, as crisp as thousands of blacksmiths beating pure iron.

"For the sake of the Holy King! Take off the masks of these weaklings!" Nalanni shouted.In order to boost the morale of the soldiers, she had to say things against her will as usual.

"For the Holy King! Long live the Holy King!" The shouts of the knights were thunderous and deafening.

(End of this chapter)