I suppressed the weirdness in the shelter

Chapter 56 The Aspirations of the People

With the withdrawal of the front-line soldiers, Winterhold's advantage disappeared.

Duke Raymond came to the city gate anxiously to welcome the remaining soldiers from the front line back, and among them he found Ryan.

"Ryan, what happened on the front line?"

"I don't know what means the pagans used, but the polluted mother tree grew in an instant and released a large amount of pollution, catching us off guard."

"Where's Director Wyatt? Why didn't he come back with us? Where is he!"

Duke Raymond leaned over and grabbed Ryan's shoulders, loudly questioning him about Wyatt's whereabouts.

Ryan hesitated as if he had something to hide. Duke Raymond could guess at this moment that something must have happened to Wyatt.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency the Duke. I...I failed to protect Director Wyatt."

After hearing Ryan's reply, Duke Raymond's heart was almost dead.

He lowered his head deeply, and for a moment his mind felt a little dazed.

My thoughts stopped. I was facing a powerful enemy but I couldn't think of any solution.

Wyatt's accident does not just mean that Winterhold Fortress has lost an expert in fighting pollution. More importantly, the pollution that caused Wyatt to fail is probably not something Winterhold Fortress can handle.

Just like the disaster seventy years ago, the situation is far beyond the capabilities of the Wasteland Territory.

Duke Raymond vaguely recalled the last appearance of his grandfather on his sickbed.

He was the Duke of the Wasteland who had witnessed the disaster firsthand. At that time, the Winterhold Fortress was far less powerful than it is now, and its military strength was perhaps not even half of what it is today.

It is undeniable that my grandfather was a mediocre man who lacked the abilities that a Duke of the Wasteland should have.

He was not good at commanding ability or personal fighting power, but his courage far surpassed all the Dukes of the Wasteland in history.

Faced with a deadly place full of pollution and rampant evil creatures, he resolutely led his troops to pacify it himself.

As expected, he failed, and only a few of the soldiers he led out returned. He himself was also seriously infected and had to abdicate.

This was also the first time that Duke Raymond knew what it was like to die with regrets.

After this, Duke Raymond's father came to power. Disasters caused the situation in the Wasteland Territory to plummet. The Duke of Wasteland, who was appointed in an emergency, completed the initial preparations for revival well and also accumulated a solid fortune for Duke Raymond.

But his methods made the people in his territory miserable.

The grandfather died with regrets, the father died with sins, the only thing in common was that they both believed that in the future there would be a Duke of the Wasteland who would turn this wasteland into a rich paradise.

He will possess wealth comparable to that of the sea lords in the southern border, wisdom comparable to that of the mountain lords in the western border, and heritage comparable to that of the long river lords in the eastern border.

Regardless of whether he is the great Duke of the Wasteland or not, Duke Raymond will not let Winterhold Fortress be destroyed in his hands.

Let all pagans know that the fortress of Winterhold is impassable!

Duke Raymond stood up firmly. He looked at the polluted mother tree in the distance that was distorting reality, and his fighting spirit was high.

"According to Captain Wyatt's backup plan, take out the holy water bullets that were prepared in advance, and then pull the griffin out."

"Understood. I will gather the griffin troops right away."

Wyatt's backup plan is to rely on the holy water bombs made in advance to deal with the contaminated mother tree.

Holy water bullets are a kind of divine weapon, using pure water as a carrier and a metal shell as a protection, so that the holy water full of "holiness" covers the surface of the polluted mother tree. For polluted mother trees that have not yet grown, holy water bullets can effectively restrict their growth. If they are just in the germination stage, they can directly destroy the seeds and make them scrapped.

When facing a fully contaminated mother tree, the holy water bomb can still have a significant impact, at least weakening its activity and making it impossible to reproduce.

However, in order for the holy water bullet to have an effect, it must hit the target accurately. It was impossible to do so when the pagans cast the barrier before, and it is even more so now.

The complete contaminated mother tree already has a certain self-defense and counterattack capability. The way to deploy it from the Winterhold Fortress is limited to the Griffin troops, and the probability of sacrificing if you approach rashly is very high.

Now that the advantage is gone, the Winterhold fortress is about to be breached, and the morale of the soldiers must have been greatly affected.

So Duke Raymond planned to drop the holy water bomb himself.

"Bring another griffin here alone, and I will lead the team myself."

"You're going to lead the team yourself? That won't work, Your Excellency the Duke." Ryan immediately stepped forward to stop Duke Raymond, "Winterburg Fortress cannot do without you, let me go! Or I'll go and take the children..."

"Ryan! What kind of skill is it to push a child onto the battlefield!"

"But they are the trump card of Winterhold Fortress."

"That was after I died in battle! We still have holy water bullets, we still have a chance!" Duke Raymond grabbed Ryan's shoulders and pulled him closer, "Listen Ryan, my wife and children are south of Winterhold, and so are your family. We can't let the pagans cross Winterhold."

The soldiers brought the griffin that Duke Raymond needed, and then Duke Raymond pushed Ryan away and turned over to ride on the griffin.

He looked around and saw that the soldiers around him had mixed expressions, some were frustrated, some were ready to die.

This was a battle of life and death for Winterhold Fortress. He understood them very well, after all, he himself was also so conflicted and hesitant.

Duke Raymond knew that he was not the Duke of the Wasteland who could realize his family's long-cherished wish, but in order to achieve this goal, he honed his martial arts, learned military knowledge, and did not dare to relax for a moment.

But he never felt that he was a perfect Duke of the Wasteland. He even felt that he was worse than his father and grandfather.

But now he understood that his grandfather resolutely accepted death and his father voluntarily took on the sin, so they were both perfect Dukes of the Wasteland.

But now, I want to let the pagans know that Winterhold's edge is not something they can challenge.

As long as he charged towards the enemy camp, he would be the perfect Duke of the Wasteland like his grandfather and father.

"Everyone, Winterhold is about to be destroyed!"

"The polluted mother tree has grown, and evil creatures are about to be born. Even the mother tree itself is undergoing changes. We may see new evil creatures similar to the Son of God, and the disaster of seventy years ago will reappear."

"But I want you to look to the south. Are there any important people there? Do you want to protect them? And look to the north. Are there any important people there? Do you want to save them from suffering?"

"If you want, you can throw away your weapons and run to their side, defend them with your martial arts, and may the pagans never find you."

"Or, come with me and let the pagans know that Winterhold is not something they can provoke, and the Wasteland Territory is not something they can destroy!"

"I want to push the Winterhold defense line step by step to the Dragonbone Mountains, so that the entire Wasteland Territory will never be invaded by heretics. This is my long-cherished wish, the long-cherished wish of the Conrad family, and the long-cherished wish of every Wasteland warrior!"

"For Winterhold! For the Wasteland!"

Weapons rose and fell with the loud slogans, and morale was high again.

This is not a miracle. After all, every soldier in Winterhold has such a ambition in his heart.

(End of this chapter)