Ashes and Kingdoms

Glaus, on the other hand, wasn't just playing around siege.

While sending messengers to persuade them to surrender, they did not fail to be alert to the attack so that they could respond immediately, and on top of that they were even more prepared for a fresh start.

"You can't make it any stronger with the equipment and materials here."

The blacksmith told him so and showed him, and Glaus tested him with a harsh eye.

Horizontally mounted bows on wooden platforms placed on the ground. It can be angled with a chisel, and a small winder is a trick to pull strings. In other words, it is a crossbow - but it is not a stone that flies.

"I wonder if it would be useful"

Glaus said, putting down the iron arrow offered by the blacksmith. It is shorter than a normal arrow but about three times thicker. Its tip, which glowed dull, gave a disastrous impression.

Set your aim on Marutai standing on the slopes of a far away hill, lowering your hand and pulling the strings.

After the noise stopped, I fine-tuned my aim.

"Whoa."

The roar rose and an arrow flew, and Glaus accidentally leaked his voice. The soldiers and captains watching also gaze at the hill on purpose. One ran on a horse and came back with an arrow.

"What happened to the target?"

As Glaus asked aloud, on the horse the soldier shook up an arrow and replied with excitement.

"It cracked and an arrow was stabbing me in the ground!

Oh, and the spectator rejoices. Glaus nodded satisfactorily as well. but seeing the thick arrow back at hand, he clouded his expression.

Even regular arrows, as long as they arrived, and as long as they were exposed to numbers that could not catch up with burning them down, found that they would work for dragons as well. Yet do we need to seek more destructive power than that?

(If something like this stabs you)

Even a dragon like that, this won't stop. Not to mention for the dragon marquis standing on its back......

Muddy imagination swung through his back of his brain, and Glaus shook his head for a long time.

This is a war. Haven't you ever dropped your enemy's neck, slit his belly, and bathed in its return blood?

(But it wasn't a woman)

He failed to persuade himself, and he sighed.

Yeah, I've never killed a woman. That, too, is such a beautiful, and strong and glorious woman.

"General? What's wrong?"

A squire by my side asks anxiously and softly. Glaus took care of his expression and looked at the walls of Roflía unconstructively, nothing. For once now to fly the emperor's flag in that city, to restore it to the old name of Combs, not Roflía.

(You have to, and you will)

I thought so in a similar mood to giving up, that was exactly when.

"General, give me that!

A soldier stood by the north, pointing to the sky at all costs. Glaus turns around gently, finding the glowing red light and frowning. Isn't it as if he showed up unexpectedly, within a dull resolve?

"Abominable"

Shit, and when he tongued, Glaus immediately raised his voice and ordered him to intercept.

A platform with a crossbow on it is pulled by a horse and moves out in the middle of nowhere, with nearby troops gathering their bows in their hands for cover, while the horseback riding squad disperses to prepare for the deployment of enemy troops. Undisturbed, neat movements are brilliant.

But the troops that were properly attacked by Genshas, they didn't.

The flaming dragon seemed quite tired of continuing to flee. Fly low enough to blur the tip of the spear, like before taking a painful blow in Deulm, and knock down the soldier horse so that even the grass mows. Standing on its back, Elesia left her expression unchanged, as she wore an ice mask, one after the other sacrificing the soldiers to the flames.

"Let the arrows bathe! Don't be frightened, get rid of it!

The cry of each troop leader was vain, and both the infantry and archers panicked and fled. It is a sudden assault on a place where there has been no dragon attack for some time and my mind has been relaxed. Besides, this is the first time a dragon has attacked a soldier who has joined us from Quanos.

Some of the infantrymen dared to throw spears, but Genchas bounced it back as easily as he mocked. All the arrows released flat and sporadic are burnt out and not even scratched.

Oh, my God. Glaus roared as he rushed the horse. It is unfortunate that many generals forgot that dragons are never easy opponents because they found out they couldn't even fathom them.

That said, it didn't mean my men couldn't be aligned enough to be completely disappointed. In part the formation was rebuilt and the sweep of the bow began. Flaming dragons swirl with big wings and quickly escape over the sky.

As Glaus rushed to the scene, the infantry was running around and collecting arrows and handing them over to the archers as the black-burned bodies rolled all over them.

A dragon approaches, one firepillar goes up or not, and the rain of arrows flies. And the dragon flees, and moves in haste, lest the infantry be the target of the arrows of his allies and the flames of the dragon. That repetition.

(Are you going to drain this one?

Glaus stared at the flames rising above as he rushed to prepare his new weapon.

Crisp...... ugh

Glaus looked back at the sound of the string being pulled, aiming well, and took a ha-ha breath, trying to speak. On the look of the commander, the soldier on the crossbow also looks back quickly.

The castle gate of Roflía was open and the horse riding squad was running out. The only thing that looks like is a black chunk. While I was unaware, the dragon kept moving north.

The horseback riding unit that was waiting in its original position was moving early to respond, but whether the assembly would be in time. Besides, the opponent will probably bet everything at this one time and make a breakthrough with craziness in his death.

A soldier on a crossbow looks slightly anxious. Glaus laughed invincibly and shook his head.

"Leave that to the Horse Riders. We aim for Elecia. Drop the dragon and everything will be fine. Don't take it off!

"Ha!"

A soldier turns the table, moves the harpoon and raises the bow angle for the sky. I chose a soldier who was far-sighted and clever and quick to understand these tricks, but he had already handled this crossbow as well as if it were his own work.

Glaus unknowingly stuffed his breath and watched it. There is no clutter in the eyes of soldiers who set their aim. Glaus looked up into the sky and narrowed his eyes when he found the dragon descending to strike again.

Kachin.

The sound of the hanging off.

A moment before the ensuing roar struck his ear, Glaus prayed. I didn't know whether to hit it or come off it.

And...

The roar rocked the heavens and the earth.

Many soldiers are knocked down and knelt down to scream during the tsunami. Everyone blued and looked up at the sky, as if they had frozen to their souls.

Red lotus flames swirl in the universe, spreading their wings, and then scattering a petal-like fire. A black wedge pierced its center burned instantly, and the ends melted loosely and dripped to the ground. But the pierced part doesn't fall out.

"Ahhh... ahh"

There was a voice of despair, and Glaus turned to you. A soldier unleashing a crossbow is looking like a dead man, staring up at the sky, desperately searching by hand for the next arrow. Mad haste leads the way, and the movement is irresistible. Gasping like a stranded beast and weeping, he grabbed the arrow and led it to the crossbow.

A second arrow was unleashed, almost without setting a goal.

The flames burn even harder and the bloody red glow drips off. The soldier crooked his face and asked for further arrows, but his hand could no longer grasp anything.

Finally, he held his head with both hands. Hit his head over and over again on the ground, leaking a tight whimper.

Are you crazy? Glaus turned his eyes back to the flames of war.

(I'm going crazy too)

- What have you done?

Endless deep despair and regret drag your soul into the naked. The flames sparkled so white that they could not be confronted, some of them squished darkly and dull, all too horrible. Everyone instinctively realized that they had caused a situation beyond their control.

Not only the humans, but even the horses and the birds, stared at the flames with solidity.

It no longer maintained the figure of a dragon. It turns into a lump of wild flames, swirling, rising high as it explodes. I can't see Dragon Hou at all.

The glow of the flames grew smaller and smaller, and flew away farther away...

"... disappeared"

Crunching with exhalation, Glaus lowered his neck in a sneer. Many still looked up at the sky, kneeling on their knees on the earth.

By the time the legion soldiers regained even part of their normal hearts, the Tius family flag had been lowered from the Lofrian Lords' Palace, and the emperor's flag flied instead.

No looting or destruction took place, the city was quietly dawned on as if it were a funeral, and Nornicom army officers, including Marius, tied themselves up.

Glaus took Marius, who had taken him prisoner, and led the legion soldiers into the Lordship Hall, but there was no fine dust, such as the joy of victory.

(On the contrary, it may have ended the war in the worst possible way)

On the road, Glaus thought gloomy in the midst of a dark smudge filled with resentment and hostility from the citizens.

Flaming Dragon Genshas fell.

But the fire and heat seem to have changed and stayed among the citizens.

Even after the Nornicom army was disarmed, Glaus had to order stricter vigilance than usual around the Lords' Palace and the Legion Soldier's camp. No matter how polite he treats the defeated general, his men's legions behave courteously to the citizens.

The sun leans and the hall is stained with a dark colour. The light shoots equally into the hall where the winner Glaus is, as well as into the room where the loser Marius is under house arrest. And they both had a look on their faces that seemed to sink into the land of death with the sun.

- But.

Eventually, Marius slowly stood up and approached the candlestick. Keep your usual routine, lighting the lights indoors that have been dark and cold.

As the flame lit loosely at the end of the candle, he stared at it with his vain eyes for a while. Stings and waxes melt and thrive, thickening and spilling off the edges. The drop fell into Marius' hands.

I couldn't help it. but that was all. Marius looked at his hand as he was tempted, and then when he put the candlestick on the table, he looked seriously at the flame again.

And - I held my right hand and brought my fingertips closer to the flame. Illuminated by the flames, the scratched hands stain warm and bright colors. Jizz, and the flames shook and blurred the tip of his nails. Still, Marius didn't pull his hand.

The flaming tongue licks the palms.

…………

He glanced at it. Would I have done so with plenty of breathing?

Even when I pulled my hand, the hiragana had not changed, except it was slightly red and warm.