Magic Industrial Age

The Main Camp,

Inside a tent.

Loyi sat at the head in the middle, with Oliveira on his left and Alfonso Zech on his right.

Below stood a group of knights, all clad in full knight armor, their expressions serious.

Footsteps approached, and a messenger, almost collapsing, was dragged in by two men.

He should have been wearing leather armor, but it was obscured by dirt, and he exuded a foul stench.

Furthermore, he had exhausted his strength, so much so that he resembled a fish out of water, gasping for breath.

Upon seeing this, Loyi took out a dimensional bag, retrieved a bottle of magic potion, and tossed it to Alfonso.

Alfonso caught it, strode forward in a few steps, and poured it down the man's throat.

The potion's effect was undeniable; in a short while, his breathing became much more even.

Loyi eagerly asked, "Tell me, what's the situation at Frostmoon Canyon?"

"The Wick family has dispatched their most elite warriors to forcefully attack the canyon. The fierce battle has been ongoing for over ten days, resulting in heavy losses for our personnel within the canyon.

If it weren't, if it weren't for High Knight Vincent Ackerman fighting to the death, I'm afraid, I'm afraid we would have lost it long ago."

"Over ten days?"

Loyi narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Since the battle has been going on for so long, why are you only sending for reinforcements now?"

"That's not it. As soon as the battle started, Lord Vincent had already sent people. However, they all went and never returned, and he realized something was wrong!

When it came to my group, he sent knights to break through in three directions, which forced those who were intercepting to reveal their tracks.

I don't know about the others, but I was able to escape because I hid in a paddy field and barely survived.

Then, I rushed here non-stop, without any delay!"

"In other words, the Wick family also arranged for people to intercept messengers in Flowery Fields.

This must have been prepared before the war; they truly have the hearts of wolves!"

Loyi leaned forward, looked at the man below, and asked, "Tell me, what's your name?"

"Greym, Greym from Sunset Town, a permanent soldier in Frostmoon Canyon, greetings to the great King of the Lion."

"Greym, I'll remember your name! You've made a contribution this time, and I'll make sure to note it down.

Now, go down and rest, take care of your body, and I will arrange a better future for you!"

"Yes!"

Staggering to his feet, everyone realized that this man was actually very young, with bright eyes.

Two more people came up to help him and left the tent.

Loyi had already turned to look at Oliveira and said, "Teacher, take the swordsmen and go ahead, clear out all the hidden spies for me.

Since they dare to kill people in Flowery Fields, then leave none alive, eliminate them all."

"Yes!"

"High Knight Commander Alfonso?"

"Here!"

"Help me gather a hundred knights, equip each with two warhorses, bring their own dry rations, and I will personally lead them to support.

As for you, command the advancing main force from the rear and accelerate the speed!"

"Yes!"

"Everyone, go out and prepare. We'll depart in a quarter of an hour!"

"Understood!"

A quarter of an hour later, as dusk was approaching, the tent doors swung open.

Loyi took the lead, rushing out with a hundred knights.

...

Frostmoon Canyon.

War Fortress.

This was a small war fortress built between two mountains. Although there were thoroughfares in the front and back, suitable for riding horses.

Both sides were sheer cliffs!

Even Tier-2 combat professionals, unless they were special professions adept at climbing walls, could not cross them.

Therefore, this place was almost always a battleground for strategists. Whoever controlled it controlled the initiative of the war.

During the years when Earl Karl Raymond was strong, the Wick family naturally didn't need to be said; they retracted their claws.

This place had always been controlled by the Raymond family and had been peaceful for many years!

However, at this moment, this place had long been covered by shouts of killing.

Huge shields were erected, made of pure iron, not particularly sophisticated, but thick and large.

Each one was taller than a person, held by a Tier-2 shield-sword warrior who had discarded his short sword and held the shield with both hands as he advanced.

With five such shields side by side, they could block the mountain path.

Then, they advanced steadily, stepping in unison, and once they reached the slope, they could reach the war fortress.

Behind them, there were piles of militiamen, some wielding spears and round shields, and the unlucky ones carrying siege ladders.

Of course, they were not the main force. The real main force was actually the knights and combat professionals mixed in among them.

In such a place, knights could not fight on horseback, so they could only fight on foot, concealing their presence as much as possible until they closed the distance and then attacked.

However, this road was not easy to walk.

The people on the fortress were not just watching; their greatest advantage was being high above, which they naturally had to make good use of.

From a distance, they would hurl stones of various sizes, which would roll down the slope with unparalleled inertia.

As long as those Tier-2 shield-sword warriors couldn't withstand it, they could crush a whole group.

Closer still, there was boiling oil and molten gold, which, after being boiled, would be poured down...

Those who had been doused knew the scene and the taste!

If they managed to get under the city wall, they would erect siege ladders and engage in close combat.

That was the moment of bloodletting!

Only the flashes of swords, the sounds of fighting, and occasionally, screams, clashes of metal, and roars served as embellishments.

Even more, siege ladders would overturn, blood would splatter, limbs would fly, and severed arms would fall!

Cold weapon combat was the most brutal. In a short while, the battlefield was covered with a thick layer of blood.

Overall, although the number of people on the fortress side was smaller, the canyon was only so big, and the number of people they needed to deal with at the same time was limited.

The militiamen were not much of a threat; even if they made it to the city wall, they would only die faster!

The real threat was the combat professionals mixed in among them.

They were either shield-sword warriors, defending with one hand and wielding a short sword with the other, engaging in close combat, defending first and then counterattacking, able to pierce through internal organs.

Or they were knights, wielding great swords, hacking and slashing everywhere, fierce and vicious.

Only when the combat professionals on the fortress side rushed up could they stop them.

Close combat, aura collisions, combat skill competitions, the commotion was much greater.

The ancient castle was dilapidated, mostly caused by their fighting.

However, the real threat was the transcendent powerhouses.

In order to take it down in one fell swoop, the Wick family sent a full three transcendent powerhouses to fight in this battle.

Two high knights, one wielding a dragon spear, accumulating aura, using a charge combat skill, directly stabbed the ancient castle wall.

His intention was obviously to poke a hole in the ancient castle.

Even if the ancient castle wall was thick enough, it couldn't withstand the sustained attacks of a Tier-3 transcendent.

The other high knight mastered the transcendent combat skill [Aura Wings]. A pair of aura wings spread out like rippling water waves, able to support him to fly into the sky.

He even cleaved out aura blades in mid-air, as if he didn't care about aura consumption at all.

As for the last transcendent, he was a rare shadow assassin.

Although he didn't master flying skills, he was light and agile, with a grappling hook in one hand, clinging to the cliffs, and a short sword in the other, slashing out sword energy.

Their only enemy was High Knight Vincent Ackerman.

This one's condition was not good. Continuous fighting for many days had made his face pale, his aura depleted, and his breath unstable.

But he also had his own advantages, that was his mount!

Back then, he also entered the Dome Mountains, wanting to tame a griffin.

Unfortunately, he failed, but not completely!

Because he found a rare mountain cliff rock sheep beast.

This kind of magic beast's level was not high, at most intermediate, but it often walked on the edge of cliffs, eating the food that grew in the cracks of the rock walls.

This allowed them to walk on the ground like flat land in the mountains and forests, and they could also cross steep cliffs without hindrance.

It could be said that for the mountain cliff rock sheep, even 89 degrees could only be considered a slope, and they could go up and down at will.

The biggest advantage of such a mount was that even the city wall could be climbed directly by stepping on the cracks.

It was also thanks to the agility of this mountain cliff rock sheep that Vincent Ackerman was able to traverse between the two mountains, taking advantage of the terrain to strike them unexpectedly.

Like that night assassin, he was also a good master, but he had no room to play on the cliffs.

And that dragon spear knight, from time to time, Vincent Ackerman would directly land on the gentle slope and launch a charge.

A knight without a mount lost half of his combat power.

At this time, he was still being attacked from behind, so he couldn't help but panic.

Even if he was destroying the city wall, he took back 50% of his strength, for fear of being dragged down as a back cushion.

Only the knight who had cultivated [Aura Wings] was the most difficult to deal with, but compared to Vincent, he cherished his life even more.

After another entanglement, this knight finally couldn't help it.

He roared, "Vincent, Vincent, you've done enough. Is it worth it to work so hard for that bastard earl?"

"Our conditions remain the same. As long as you surrender, not only will you have noble treatment, but our Earl Wick can even be willing to ennoble you!"

"That's a title, a real title. Being able to do this is already very good, don't be obsessed anymore."

It was also when he was persuading him to surrender that the mountain cliff rock sheep actually jumped off the cliff.

Facing this knight who talked a lot of nonsense, Vincent gathered his aura and slashed hard with his sword.

The aura blade was like a crescent moon in the sky, directly shattering the aura wings and slashing this person directly to the ground.

Vincent then drove his mount, jumping three or five times, and returned to the city wall.

At this time, he was breathing unsteadily, and his aura loss was even more serious, but he still strongly lifted a breath,

He roared, "Before I came, I promised the earl that if this fortress is here, I am here, if this fortress is broken, I will die!"

"So, don't say any nonsense, if you want to take this place, kill me! Use all means to kill me!"

"Only by stepping on my corpse can you pass through Frostmoon Canyon, this is what Vincent Ackerman said!"

"Brothers, follow me to kill, kill, kill!"

Accompanied by the final roar, the cruelty of the war reached a new level.

Sent at 3 am, going to sleep!