Whispers of the Gods

Chapter 73 Nalanni IV (3)

"Let's get down to business," Nalanni placed the three stones in front of the Bloodsworn Fort, "Solman Salas's slave rebels will dig multiple ditches in front of the castle, and my army will stand in front of the Bloodsworn Fort." Position, camp in front of the first ravine.

Lord Alaron, your Order of the Scarlet is encamped on my left, and Lord Bretor, your Order of the Broken Soul is encamped on my right. "

"I see." Alaron looked at the map seriously and nodded.

"The army with the largest number should be placed in the center of the camp," Bretor snorted dissatisfiedly, "so the middle position belongs to me and my Broken Soul Knights."

"With all due respect, I am the commander in chief of this battle, not you, Lord Bretor." Nalanni stared at the star hunter and said seriously.

"I don't take orders from that damned woman!" Bretor glared back at her angrily, and slammed his fist on the table, almost growling.

"Master Knight Commander, please calm down." The knight on Star Hunter's left held his arm, "Please remember what Archbishop Netrian said to you, what he conveyed is the will of the Holy King. "

"Go away, Malan!" Bretor shook off the knight's hand, "They are all the captains of the Knights. In terms of seniority, you are not as good as Lord Alaron, and in terms of military strength, you are not as good as me. Why should I listen to you?" command?"

"You can challenge me to a duel, Lord Bretor." Nalanni provoked, "Then we can compete."

"Do you think I dare not?" Bretor snorted, "Your former chief Alduin was poked off the horse in one round by me in the jousting. Your little lover didn't fight with you before he died Did you say?"

Nalanni's face suddenly darkened, and a familiar handsome face flashed in front of her eyes.

"My lords, please stop this meaningless quarrel." Alaron urged, raising his hands.

"An army needs a leader, Lord Bretor." Alaron said patiently, "Among the three of us, Lord Nalanni is most familiar with the terrain of the Holy Land of Prophecy and the rebel army of Saulman Salas .”

"I have killed more slave rebels than anyone else. If you want evidence, there are plenty in Broken Soul City." Bretor said, "If I were the head of the knights in charge of the Holy Order of Prophecy, Saulman Sa Lars' head is already on the wooden point!"

"Most of the slave rebels wandering in Bowari Forest escaped from the city of Tragia," Weigel said sarcastically. Do you know how turbulent the important gold fields of his empire are, Lord Bretor?"

"It's not up to you, a commander, to intervene in matters on my territory!" Bretor was furious.

"Then you have no right to criticize the Knights of Prophecy, Lord Bretor." Weigel said in a low voice, "We use swords to kill enemies on the battlefield, not to execute slaves on the execution ground."

"I only need my own army to take Blood Oath Fort. You are all redundant."

The arrogant Bretor never bowed his head. After leaving these words, he strode out of Kalinta's living room.

While walking, he deliberately bumped Ragnou away with his shoulder, and his knight commander and the other two knights followed him.

"Let him go." Alaron wanted to persuade Brettor to stay, but was stopped by Nalanni, "Only the failure that I personally experienced can convince him."

No matter how powerful Bretor's Broken Soul Knights are, they will succumb before the high walls of Blood Oath Fort.

Nalanni doesn't care about the success or failure of other knight orders. It would be even better if the plight in the east alarmed the Holy Lord Imnacha and made him impatient to come to the holy collar of prophecy in person.

Archbishop Gironsh mentioned to her before that Imnacha has a new plan. If he is in a hurry to end the war with Solman Salas' rebels, maybe the Knights of Prophecy can also participate in this new plan. among.

"What should we do now?" Alaron asked helplessly.

Nalanni sighed, Blood Oath Fort has always been a serious concern for her and her Prophecy Knights.

The slaves who escaped from the Holy Empire to join Thorman Salas and hid behind the walls of Bloodsworn and Sunset Forts didn't matter to her, she had nothing but sympathy for the slaves, and among them was Isaac Most of them are Villios.

But the slaves who joined the Rebel Army became warriors under the training of Saulman Salas and other tribes under him. They roamed the fringes of the Prophet's Holy Land, plundered villages and cities without walls, and created more confusion.

As long as their war with Solman Salas continued, Narani would never be able to get out of this impasse and move any closer to Imnachar.

"Have you brought any siege equipment, Lord Alaron?" Nalanni asked.

"I brought all my engineers here," Alaron replied. "The components of the ballista and trebuchet were installed in more than 30 carriages."

"How big is the trebuchet?"

"A rock big enough to throw seven or eight stones," said Alaron, "has a range of about 120 yards, about the same as a ballista."

Nalanni shook her head, the effects of these devices are really limited.

A trebuchet with forty ropes probably required a hundred men to operate, and the range of bows and crossbow bolts on the city walls was far greater than their trebuchets and catapults.

"I will let my people prepare the materials for the siege tower. If there is only one way to go by force in the end, I hope we will be fully prepared." Nalanni said.

"We have other people coming." Alaron grabbed three stones and placed them on the map next to the Blood Oath Castle.

"Others?" Nalanni asked.

"Mercenaries, Kerim." Alaron nodded and beckoned to the elderly knight beside him.

"Lord Nalanni." The knight bowed.

Kerim had long gray hair, and although he was old, he had full cheeks and bright eyes.

Judging from his tall and straight figure, a pair of warrior hands, and a jaw as strong as steel, he is a man who has experienced many real wars.

The old knight approached the map on the oak table, and introduced: "The 'Steel Group', the 'Shrouded Man', and the 'White Tassel Group' add up to about 2000 people, most of them are infantry, and they are stationed with our Scarlet Knights. Together."

Nalanni rubbed her forehead, "Mercenaries? With all due respect, Lord Alaron, I don't think they can play any role."

"The bigger the army, the better, Lord Nalanni." Alaron fought hard, "The first wave of storming the city, we can let them go first."

"They are mercenaries. They use the most money to do the least thing, and they run the fastest when they feel danger." Nalanni said, "Letting them take the lead will only increase more deserters, and it will hurt us instead. The morale of the army."

(End of this chapter)