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At this moment, the garrison commander of Lihe City was patrolling the city wall with his personal guards, and there was a torch at almost every distance, lighting up every dark place. In contrast, Izkaga, who had led the attack earlier, was not at all vigilant.

"Cheer up, you are guarding the glorious city of our country."

"We must be vigilant at all times. The remnants of Camelot are likely to attack us when we are weak."

"But there's no need to be too nervous. Even if there were three of those Menechelle from Camelot, they wouldn't be able to break through this undefeated fortress!"

His words made the surrounding guards burst into laughter. Actually, they didn't think the commander's joke was so funny. It was just that in such a heavy atmosphere, everyone just needed an outlet to vent their emotions.

Menechel, the Ghost Rider of Camelot.

This is the horrifying rumor that has been circulating among every resident of the Seven Cities of Stark in recent days. It is said to be what a knight who survived Menechel saw and heard:

The knight with a mask as hideous as a murderous demon climbed out of the water. No one could hurt him. He exercised the power of killing like the legendary apocalyptic disaster war - no matter whether they were ordinary soldiers or brave knights, no one could survive a second round in his hands.

It was not a battle at all, but a natural disaster that ravaged humanity. There was even a rumor that the heavy rain was summoned by Menechel.

Although the facts may differ from the rumors, it is undeniable that the morale of the Stark clan has dropped to its lowest point in history due to this rumor. In the Seven Cities of Stark, Menechel is almost synonymous with the Scourge.

……

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Chapter 49 Executing the Natural Disasters of the War (Monthly Pass Plus Changes)

2023-07-29

Menechel came with the third wave of troops.

The soldiers under his command were divided into three waves, and the other two waves were led by Kai and Gao Wen respectively. The three waves of soldiers arrived in Lihe City one by one, giving the guards of Lihe City the illusion that there were reinforcements when they arrived.

As soon as he arrived at Lihe City, Menasheel saw Kai's figure approaching from afar.

"How's the battle going?"

"Gao Wenqing and I have feinted several times in the past few days, and the battle situation is not very good." Kai's face was a little ugly. They followed Menechel's strategic requirements of "only lose, not win". If the soldiers go out of the city to fight, the soldiers of Camelot will be defeated at the moment of hand-to-hand combat.

After several consecutive defeats, not only the defenders of Lihe City believed it, but even Camelot began to believe it.

"Even with Lord Gawain and Lancelot Kai at the rear, the loss of soldiers in the several battles has almost exceeded 300." Kai said with some worry. As one of the few people who knew about Camelot's current bad situation, Kai knew very well the importance of this expeditionary force to Camelot.

"The net can be closed."

Although Menechel should have tried a few more rounds for safety reasons, if he continued to feign defeat, the loss of his soldiers would be unacceptable.

"Give the order, the whole army is ready to attack the city."

Kai opened his mouth to say something, but Menechel had already cast his gaze towards the looming Li River City on the horizon. There was the Li River City, which was said to be the strongest city in Britain. Now he was going to break the legend of this city's "invincibility".

This was already the fourth siege in the past five days, and it was inevitable that there were some complaints among the soldiers, but as Camelot's elite defenders, they also displayed due courage after stepping onto the battlefield - at least they could not run away before hand-to-hand combat.

Before the army could start preparations for the siege, arrows rained down like raindrops and hit the attacking troops first.

Drums sounded everywhere, and the wide city gates fell down with a bang amid the shouts of killing. A temporary bridge was built across the wide Tangren River. The cavalry, who had been ready in Lihe City, passed through the flying dust. The roars of the horses and the clanging of the iron hooves instantly ignited the beginning of the war.

The commander of Lihe City personally put on armor and went into battle. He handed over the city defense affairs to his deputy, and led all 800 cavalry in the city straight towards the enemy camp.

The previous consecutive victories made him more motivated, especially when he heard from the captured soldiers that the enemy general coming this time was the war knight Menechel who was feared by the entire Stark region, his desire to become famous became even stronger.

The previous times, due to his own excessive caution, he missed the opportunity to wipe out the enemy in one go - even crossing the water took a long time. It seems that this Menechel is just a facade.

"Follow me and kill!"

His roar was drowned in the sound of the charge, without causing any ripples. The lance in his hand glowed coldly, and his legs clamped tightly around the horse's belly. The brown high-backed warhorse felt the pain and increased its speed again, carrying the guard alone to distance itself from the follow-up troops.

His eyes roamed freely over a group of moving targets without war horses, the spear in his hand searching for prey like a poisonous snake. The distance was shortened in a few breaths, and the guard was blocked by a figure in front of him.

Red and white heavy armor, a huge sword as tall as a person, and a mask that looks like a devil.

Ghost Rider? If he had met this kind of person before, he would have been on guard, but now...

"Die! Ghost Face!"

The spear thrust out, straight into the enemy's heart.

Who wouldn’t want the opportunity to become famous by stepping on other people’s dead bodies?

At this time, Menechel, who was also galloping towards him, raised his hands at the same time. He grabbed the galloping horse's head with his right hand and pressed the horse's head straight into the mud. At the same time, he straightened his chest and allowed the opponent's spear tip to scrape against his armor, making a series of teeth-grinding sounds.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Menechel grabbed the enemy's wrist with his free left hand, and used both hands to pull him off the horse. The enemy seemed to be still immersed in this huge force, with a look of surprise on his face and no movement on his body.

With a powerful swing of his left hand, he threw the enemy up, and at the same time, he drew his sword, turned the blade and smashed it with the broad back of the sword. The enemy general immediately smashed into the cavalry behind him like a stone.

Menechel put away his sword, and his vertical pupils slowly turned back into human round pupils. He did not choose to attack the enemy while they were hastily dodging. He just leaned on his sword and waited quietly for the enemy to approach.

From Menicher's perspective, the soldier at the front had prevented Menicher's plan to some extent - he had intended to release the aura of fantasy on his body to harvest when all the cavalry left the city, but this man who rushed forward extremely bravely distanced himself from the cavalry behind, so that he had rushed in front of Menicher, and some cavalry had not yet entered the attack range.

The commander's death did not reduce the subsequent cavalry's charge. The heat waves and billowing smoke stimulated every cell in Menechel's body. His blood was boiling and rushing to his heart. He could even feel the cold light of the lance.

The time has come!

Between closing and opening his eyes, his pupils had stretched into vertical pupils as deep as a dragon's. Menechel suddenly pulled out the greatsword stuck in the ground and slashed with all his strength at the empty space in front of him without reservation.

The blade that broke through the ground rolled up dust, but the scattered dust was split into two by the wind blown by the blade, and the red and black magic power exploded on Menechel like a thunder.

"die!"

Amid countless astonished and surprised gazes, the horse in front of Yu Menasheel suddenly fell forward as if hit by an invisible blade. But this was only the beginning of the disaster. Like a plague sent down from heaven, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, louder than the sound of a charge, rang out one after another.

Every warhorse was foaming at the mouth and twitching on the ground. A series of events happened in a flash. Menechel slowly recovered from his stiff state after the chopping. His eyes were filled with the excitement of hunting. He raised his heavy sword, which was as tall as a man, and pointed it forward. There was a violent smile in Menechel's voice: "Charge!"

Behind Menechel, more than a thousand soldiers of Camelot looked at the cavalry who was able to get up from the ground at the end of the day. The soldiers who had already started to waver jumped with red eyes like wounded dragons when they saw this scene. go up.

Menichel raised his head from the crowd, as if sensing something. His eyes, which had turned bloodshot due to pain, stared at a person on Lihe City from afar. Menichel tore off the demon mask covering his face and smiled maliciously at the guard on Lihe City.

"Quick! Close the gate!"

On Lihe City, the expression of the deputy who was glanced at by Menechel changed greatly. He ignored the one-sided massacre below - except for the cavalry, there were only soldiers left in the city, and even rescue would not help.

This is definitely not a monster that humans can deal with.

"Write a letter, ask for help! Ask for reinforcements from other cities!"

The deputy spoke incoherently. He was extremely sure that if he dared to leave the city, he would die outside the "Invincible City". His face was terrified - he could only hope for rescue from other cities.

But before his order could be issued, a muffled sound came from the city gate, which immediately made his deputy look pale.

The city gate made of magic materials was suddenly dented, and a crack was faintly visible.The deputy immediately looked down the city, and what caught his eyes was a pair of red eyes that seemed to reflect a sea of ​​blood.

Wasn't he just on the other side of the river? Did he fly over here?

A chill of horror rushed into the deputy's heart. Under his desperate gaze, Menechel swung his sword again, and the red and white giant sword wrapped with lightning snakes collided with the city gate for the second time. As if there was no aftereffect, the second and third blows followed, and the city gate was hit again and again. As if losing patience, Menechel held the sword with both hands and stabbed the completely deformed city gate with all his strength.

"Stop him!"

The deputy's command finally came, awakening the stunned crowd.

But it was too late, the city gate made a clanging sound as if it could not bear the weight.

A crack appeared in the city gate. Menechel looked up and smiled brightly at the soldiers who were drawing their bows and arrows. He placed his hands on the crack and exerted force with his arms, slowly opening a crack in the city gate.

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Chapter 50: In Lihe City

2023-07-29

Lihe City, known as the "Invincible City", was easily conquered, and the weather was clear with no sign of rain.

The defender of Lihe City had surrendered with the 200 surviving knights when Menechel entered the city. He looked up and down at the defender who was kneeling on the ground with a flattering face, and his disdain was not concealed at all.

"Go ahead."

Inserting the great sword into the ground, with his hands folded on the hilt, Menachel, sitting on the stone chair, looked down at the guard with a tone full of mockery: "What do you want to explain?"

Even though Arturia repeatedly told Menechel not to kill the captives, it was clear that he was not so free as to interrogate the captives himself. At most, he would confiscate the weapons and place them in a remote warehouse for centralized detention—so that if the captives made any small moves, A fire can also be solved quickly.

But the deputy general in front of him claimed that he had important information.

"Not long ago, Lord Bart, my former superior, wrote a letter requesting Lincheng's assistance, intending to attack from both sides and wipe out the remaining... troops of Camelot in one fell swoop."

At this point, the deputy general stole a glance at Menechel's facial expression. Seeing that the other party was not angry because of his slip of the tongue, he breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "Lincheng sent a reply letter to express its agreement and agreed to siege the day after tomorrow, so you only need to ambush a knight group and show your miracle to wipe out the supporting troops."

"Write another letter, saying that Lihe City can no longer hold on, and ask them to send more people."

The deputy general was stunned for a moment, then nodded quickly.

Seeing the other party's decisive look, Menichel couldn't help but narrow his eyes. He looked at the man kneeling on the ground with a little interest.

"Are there any of your family members in the city?"

Menicher suddenly spoke, and the deputy general bowed his head and said nothing. Seeing this, Menicher's voice was slightly cold, and a violent aura spread from his body, pressing people to the point of suffocation.

"If you dare to lie, I will cut off your legs first and use them as your meal tonight. Anyway, as for writing letters, you only need hands."

The cold murderous intent flowed around the man's neck like a poisonous snake's tongue, and he could faintly smell the faint smell of blood coming from his armor.

"Yes, my family is all in Lihe City - but I beg you not to kill my son, I am willing to do anything!"

The deputy general collapsed and slammed his head to the ground, with blood gushing from his forehead.

"Don't worry." Menechel chuckled, and the dull and depressing atmosphere just now disappeared like an illusion. Menechel stood up and walked to the kneeling man, leaned over and patted his shoulder as if to comfort him: "As long as you don't play tricks, I will not only ensure that your family will be safe, but I can also let you continue to be a knight."

Turning his head to look at the guards beside him, in front of the deputy general, Menichel called a solemn knight and raised his chin to point at the Lihe City commander: "Go, find someone to protect his family, and don't let anyone get close."

The Knight of Respect who was called by Menachere walked straight out the door without hesitation. Menachere's eyes fell on Gawain again, and he spoke again: "Sir Gawain, I have to trouble you to protect this messenger recently."

"I will do my best." Gawain still had a smile on his face. He was one of the few people who could remain calm in Menechel's aura just now - should we say that he is worthy of being a knight selected by Altria?

Although still young, it has shown signs of potential.

Watching Gao Wen take him away, Menechel sat on the stone chair again.

"You guys go out."

The room suddenly became much quieter, with Kai being the only one left.

"Hey, Minachell, do you trust him so much?" Kai said in a hurried tone, and he expressed his opinion impatiently: "What if he just deliberately showed that he cares about his son in order to lower your vigilance?"

Menechel was still in the aftermath of the fight on the battlefield. He glanced at Kai, but soon closed his eyes and said,

"It doesn't matter. Whether they are using their own tricks to defeat the enemy or surrendering sincerely, as long as Lincheng sends troops out of the city, I can take it down. The worst case scenario is that Lincheng completely gives up on rescue, which will not be a big loss for me."

Menechel could be so calm because he was sure that even if Lincheng came to rescue, they would only send a small group of cavalry. As a famous horse-producing city in the Stark region, although Lincheng had no natural barriers to rely on, its cavalry was recognized as the strongest.

As long as it was cavalry, Menechel would not find it difficult.

Even so, for the sake of safety, Menechelle still said, "Let Gawain wait until that guy finishes writing the letter and shows it to me before sealing it."

……

The two letters arrived in Menechel's hands almost at the same time.

Menechel threw the lieutenant's letter aside and opened the secret letter sent from Camelot. Then he raised his eyebrows, and Kai came up curiously to see Menechel's sudden change of expression.

The letter contained a lot of information, so Menichel did not do much and just threw the letter to Kai. He counted silently in his mind, and when he estimated that Kai had read almost all of it, Menichel spoke directly to the other knights to make a summary: "The king has decided to hand over Lihe City to the Duke of Cornwall. We don't need to leave any soldiers behind. When the Duke of Cornwall comes to take over in a few days, we will continue our expedition to the north."

The Duke of Cornwall, just by hearing the title, we know that he is a great nobleman. Strictly speaking, he is also a nobleman in Camelot, and there is a reason why the Duke of Cornwall was able to survive the noble extermination campaign, because he is a royal relative.

The previous king, King Uther, married Cornwall's sister, so Cornwall was able to squeeze into the dukedom.

Ignoring the resentful look from Kai who had just wasted time reading the letter, Minachel carefully read the letter for help written by his deputy.

There is only one line of words on the entire page.

[Lihe City is in danger, send reinforcements quickly]

He looked at the letter again and again, but could not make out anything more from the words. After pondering for a moment, Minachell threw the letter to Kai.

He looked at Gawain and asked, "He didn't play any tricks?"

Seeing Gawain shaking his head, Menechel did not ask any more questions. He continued, "Tell him to go back and write another letter, switching the order of the first and second sentences. He is not allowed to add a single extra word."

After all, he was the commander who controlled the survival of Camelot. This sense of mission forced Menechel to treat it with caution. If he was not afraid of suspicion due to handwriting discrepancies, Menechel would never have trusted to hand this matter over to an enemy who had just surrendered.