Imperial Crown

"What are they going to do?" On the tower, Link frowned as he looked at the serfs who were driven to the front line.

Hyde guessed: "Are you going to use them as human shields?"

"This is not a field battle, it is meaningless." Link shook his head:

"We don't even need to worry about them. Even if we give them a ladder, they can't climb up the city."

This made sense, but Hyde couldn't think of any other possibility for a while.

We can only wait and see for the time being.

The serfs were driven forward, and as the distance shortened, Hyde noticed that they all seemed to be carrying backpacks.

The serfs in front stopped about 120 meters away from the city wall, began to dump the contents of their backpacks on the ground, and then turned and left.

It's dirt, and rocks.

Baskets of soil were piled together, gradually forming a slope.

Hyde was not good at commanding operations, but when he saw the formed earth slope, he was still shocked: "How many trebuchets are there in the city!?"

"We just started repairing and reorganizing yesterday." Link immediately said: "There are only 4 units at the moment."

As the answer came out, Link's face flashed with a hint of realization, and he immediately ordered loudly:

"Give me my order, and the trebuchets will be immediately arrayed and put into use, aiming at the serfs."

"The crossbows are on the wall and ready."

"Once within the range of the crossbow, try to shoot as many of their personnel as possible regardless of the cost!"

Link understood what the other party was going to do——

The Eivor people want to build a mountain of earth!

In the short term, this is good news.

It would take at least ten days and a half to build a stable mountain of earth that could be level with the High Wall of Sighs and transport troops.

This is enough to delay Lord Raven's return.

But the bad news is that Tushan's progress can only be delayed, not stopped.

Jon may have the ability to cause a huge obstacle to the enemy, but he needs to preside over the magic circle within the high walls of Sigh and cannot be separated at all.

This is not a common tactic, but it has the final say when the defenders are extremely weak and unable to initiate a counterattack.

In other words, it is a completely unsolvable tactic under the current circumstances.

The trebuchets in the city were erected, and after calibration, they began to bombard the mountains.

At first, the serfs were panicked by the noise, and some tried to escape. However, under the butcher's knife of Eivor's soldiers, they still had to go back and continue filling in the soil.

Even if the boulder occasionally ran over the serfs, leaving pieces of limbs and flesh on the ground, the serfs who were not hit by the bombardment would just continue working numbly.

As time went by, more and more trebuchets were erected in the city, constantly bombarding the mountains.

In the past two days, some of the earth hills that had just been built would be smashed by stones, but the serfs worked day and night and the scale would soon be restored, especially after long and huge wooden beams were built into it, the role of the trebuchet It starts to become limited.

It was the 3rd day after starting to pile up the mounds of earth, which was also the 8th day after the siege.

Raven's army was supposed to be arriving soon, but Link just received a letter from Raven telling him to hold on.

On the same day, as the earth mountain grew, the serfs responsible for filling it finally entered the effective range of the crossbow on the city.

The crossbowmen each selected their prey, pulled the trigger, and sent the crossbow arrows into the bodies of the unarmed serfs.

Although there are Eivor's troops holding shields on the outside for protection, the people on the wall are condescending, and the protective effect can only be said to be better than nothing.

Few serfs survived the rain of arrows.

The luckiest ones are those who are scratched, and those who die directly are the next best.

Those who were penetrated through the thighs, arms or torso and lost the ability to work were the most miserable. No one was in the mood to rescue them, so they could only lie there and wait to bleed to death. The bodies were buried in the earth, or pushed up to block the follow-up. Crossbow shelter.

Blood stained almost every inch of soil on the mountain.

Even a nobleman like Hyde felt a little numb when he saw such a battle.

The life and death of a serf was nothing in his eyes, let alone a foreign serf.

But seeing those people with similar facial features, body shapes, and even languages ​​die worthlessly in front of him still deeply shocked him.

"Are the Eivors inhumane?" Hyde even asked this question that seemed to him to be extremely weak.

"This is how war is, Viscount Hyde." Link looked livid: "They want to take down the Wall of Sighs, and of course this is the only way."

Hyde swallowed: "You mean, if the war situation is urgent, you will not reject similar methods? Neither will Raven?"

"Lord Raven would not do such a thing." Link said firmly.

"Why?"

"Because Lord Raven is very strong and smart." Link said calmly: "In front of a strong person, there are a hundred ways to solve a problem."

"Even if you don't evaluate morality, this method of piling up human lives is really stupid."

Hyde opened his mouth, but found that he could not refute.

Because Raven has indeed taken down the Wall of Sighs once with almost no damage.

"Then what is Raven delaying this time?" Hyde was a little annoyed: "Is he waiting for follow-up reinforcements? Is that old guy Anthony so reliable?"

"I'm not Lord Raven, I don't know." Link shook his head: "But, Sir, he never puts his hopes on others."

Questions similar to Hyde also appeared in the Eivor military camp.

According to the time calculation, Raven should have been close to the Sighing Wall, but the scouts still failed to report his exact whereabouts.

A team of 40,000 people seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

"This is not the first time he has played this trick." Earl Palmer had taken off his armor, and his slender body was like a ghost:

"Don't worry, just ensure aerial reconnaissance."

"Nothing else." Marquis Faraday secretly complained: "It's just that the loss of serfs in the past few days is a bit large, an average of 2,000 to 3,000 die every day. No matter how many people we have, we can't waste them this way, right?"

"It doesn't matter, Wanda is dead." Palmer said: "The people of the Iron Birch District should also atone for not being loyal to their feudal lords."

Faraday's eyes lit up.

Palmer was tacitly approving and hinting that Faraday should send troops to forcibly recruit able-bodied men in the Iron Birch District and levy heavy taxes.

A good opportunity to make money.

But Faraday was still a little worried, and his fat fingers crossed his lips:

"Will there be any problems? Gatugen hates others to abuse people the most; my cousin has always been very close to me."

Marquis Faraday's cousin is Grand Duke Eivor VIII. They both have Eivor royal blood, but Faraday's blood is closer.

"Of course, Raven, the monster, the name of the cannibal demon king has long been spread throughout Eivor." Faraday said lightly: "All these sins will disappear with Raven's death."

"As long as we have merits, who can blame us when the time comes?"

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Time continued to pass, and it came to August.

It was the busy farming season.

Marquis Faraday's army poured out in small groups, infiltrated various parts of the Iron Birch District, and took all the food and serfs who harvested the food back to the camp.

From the nobles to the serfs in the Iron Birch District, everyone dared to be angry but did not dare to speak.

The earthen hills were extended to the Sighing Walls by successive batches of serfs.

Especially since the 9th day of the earthen wall construction, there were few crossbows left in the city, so the crossbows were no longer fired, and only dozens of catapults bombarded day and night.

The speed of earthen wall construction gradually increased.

The defenders were not without countermeasures, and built towers several meters higher than the wall inside the Sighing Walls.

On August 17, the 16th day after the earthen wall was built, there was still no trace of the Eagle Army outside the Sighing Walls.

The earthen wall was finally piled up in front of the wall of the Sighing Walls.

With the last batch of serfs raising and pushing the earthen wall, the earthen wall was finally level with the Sighing Walls.

The Sighing Walls were 8 meters high, and the earthen wall was piled up to 8 meters.

From the sky, it seemed as if an ancient giant worm had drilled out of the ground and rushed to the wall before stopping.

The loose soil that collapsed outwards naturally turned into horizontal lines of varying thickness under the strong wind, and the whole thing looked like a huge fish bone.

Aiwoer's army stepped onto the earth wall to the sound of war drums and charged towards the Sighing Wall.

The leader was none other than "Ghost of the Foggy Night" Joz.

He was covered with thick fighting armor, and the light gray light marks shone brightly under the armor.

The crossbowmen gathered behind the wall, pulled the trigger, and shot hundreds of enchanted crossbow arrows at him.

Joz did not dodge this time.

"Let me show you the true power of a fourth-level strong man!"

He raised his sharp blood sword and strode forward, with a shadow weaving into wing-like patterns behind him.

One step, two steps, three steps...

The footsteps stopped abruptly, but the shadow broke away from the body and continued to rush forward.

This is the most skilled combat skill Joz has mastered, and it is also the origin of his title.

"Fog Night Phantom Slash!"

The human-shaped shadow that emerged from the body melted in the air like ink, creating a circle of ripple-like haze.

If it were in the dark, almost no one would be able to notice it.

The enchanted crossbow arrow fell into this layer of haze, and was still flying, but as the breeze blew, it broke apart bit by bit.

It was like being cut by hundreds of sharp blades without any dead angle.

The magic runes on it just lit up and declared collapse.

Hundreds of enchanted crossbow arrows turned into dust all over the sky at this moment!

Joz swung his sword, and the wind pressure he brought blew away the dust, and then rushed up the city wall like a ghost.

"Sigh Wall, I'm back!"

"Link!! Come and die!!!!"

Unfortunately, the battlefield is not a street fight.

A qualified general should never be too far away from his soldiers.

A can of kerosene flew towards him.

Joz dodged quickly, and the kerosene barrel hit the ground, splashing a pungent black liquid, and then a rocket shot out!

The fire was blazing!

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Then more pottery jars were thrown out from the tower, and the entire section of the wall under the earth wall was immersed in the fire!

This level of fire could not hurt Joz, but it was enough to prevent the subsequent Eivor army from climbing the wall. The fire was blazing and even had a tendency to spread to the earth wall!

The serfs were driven to bring mud and sand, but no one dared to touch the blazing fire.

Compared to dying in the fire, it is better to die under the knife - at least the latter is more painful!

So Joz was isolated on the wall.

What followed was the enchanted crossbow arrows shot from all directions in the tower!

The battlefield does not belong to the strong alone.

Unless you reach level 7, no matter how powerful you are, you will only be drowned by the endless army!

Jozi swung around in the fire, resisting the crossbow arrows with his superb swordsmanship and strong fighting spirit. This feeling of being beaten and unable to fight back was simply crazy!

He came to this battlefield to earn fame, but now that he has entered the city twice and lost twice, he feels like a clown.

Waving his long sword, Jozi roared loudly:

"Come out! Fight me!!"

"Face me, bastard!!!!"

But no one paid attention to him, only the fire that accompanied him and the endless stream of enchanted crossbow arrows.

Feeling someone approaching from behind, Jozi roared, turned around and brandished his sword.

锔——

Half of the slightly shriveled body flew high, bringing with it a few traces of black blood.

Then with a pop, the body half wearing a wolf mask fell to the ground.

The lower body was still standing on the ground, but the upper body, which had fallen down, was struggling to fumble for the weapon in the flames, even though the flesh inside the armor had been roasted by the scorching city wall.

Even though they were in the same camp, Jozi felt a little numb.

But the situation has finally changed.

The serfs did not dare to step forward, so wolf-faced warriors killed them and threw them and the mud, sand, gravel and soil in their baskets onto the city wall.

The flames began to be extinguished, and wisps of choking smoke filled the city walls.

The sound of heavy footsteps sounded, and Link and Hyde led a group of soldiers to pour out of the troop transport corridor and blocked both sides of the city wall.

The moment he saw Link, Jozi's anger surged, and he suddenly raised his blood-sharp sword:

"Today, I want your life!"

After saying that, he strode towards Link!

Behind him, the wolf-faced warriors swarmed to the top of the city.

The battle is about to begin!

This is Hyde's first real war, a war against living people.

He took a deep breath of the pungent scorched air after burning kerosene, and thick bright fighting energy spurted out from his body, covering the azure mist and heavy iron armor.

Waving the two enchanted swords in his hands, he sprinted forward steadily!

The first wolf-faced warrior came forward.

Hyde used his left hand to slash horizontally with the sword, missing the opponent's weapon. Then he extended the long sword with his right hand and pierced the opponent's throat.

A sizzling sound erupted from the entrance of the sword, and a ray of gray-white breath overflowed under the burning light.

"Necrotic breath?"

Hyde was shocked. Could it be that the Eivors were still involved with the Order of the Hand of Death?

Holy light erupted on the blade. Hyde drew back his sword and saw another wolf-faced warrior rushing towards him.

The opponent's armor was stronger than that of ordinary wolf-faced warriors, and he held a wolf-tooth hammer that looked to be at least 60 pounds in both hands.

call--

The heavy hammer hit his head, but Hyde didn't dare to touch it head-on, so he ducked sideways.

The hammer head slammed down, smashing pieces of mud that had been baked into a hard shell.

Hyde took half a step forward in time, stepped on the head of the wolf tooth hammer with one foot, and slashed downwards with both swords in his hands!

The opponent knight's visor suddenly opened a gap, and a ball of dead white fighting spirit suddenly spurted out from the withered mouth. The power it brought collided with the bright fighting spirit intertwined on the two swords.

Exploded like fireworks!

Hyde was knocked back several steps by the impact, and his face turned livid under his mask.

That's right, that is the purest breath of death, a death fighting spirit that will never appear on a living person!

"Dark Warrior!?"

Black Samurai, a fighting spirit user who was transformed into an undead creature.

The heavy hammer warrior said nothing, and the gray-white undead aura spread and burned on the wolf-toothed heavy hammer. He rushed forward, swung the heavy hammer, and hit it on the head again!

At this moment, the undead fighting energy spurted out from under his sides, and turned into two identical phantoms of wolf-toothed hammers, surrounding Hyde from three directions: up, left, and right!

A hoarse voice roared: "Flash the heavy hammer!"

Hyde's heart tightened.

He suddenly thought of this person's identity.

40 years ago, Viscount Morgan's younger brother, Tingen, died in the border battle.

This combat skill is obviously the secret skill passed down from the Tingen Knight family!

But there was no time to think about it in the battlefield. Hyde took two steps back. His left hand suddenly stretched straight, his right hand was raised across his chest, and the two long swords were crossed like bows and arrows.

Fighting energy spurted out and intertwined into the bow string. Hyde's right hand slowly pulled back, and the light from the bow string poured into the long sword as an "arrow".

When the light shines to its limit, the bowstring disappears instantly.

Whoosh

The long sword in Hyde's right hand turned into a light arrow and flew away, instantly evaporating the undead aura on the wolf's tooth hammer, tearing the hammer apart, and then nailed it into the throat of the body.

The huge black warrior fell on his back, and was firmly nailed to the city wall before exhausting his remaining strength.

Catalyzed by the bright fighting spirit, billowing gray-white undead fighting spirit spewed out from the wound like steam.

After using this combat skill, Hyde's face turned a little pale.

He walked up to the Black Warrior, drew out his throat sword, and wanted to lift his faceplate to test his guess.

Although he had never met Tingen, Hyde had seen his portrait.

But at this time, the black warrior raised his arm, tightly grasped the edge of the sword, and slowly shook his head.

From that empty gaze, Hyde read a bit of pleading.

A complex feeling surged in his heart, and a sigh flowed out of Hyde's throat:

"...rest in peace."

The black warrior let go of the sword, and Hyde drew back the sword and stabbed it into his forehead. Then, his fighting spirit burst out, and with a bang, his entire head was wrapped in it, and no one could distinguish his face.

A breeze blew by.

In the sound of the wind, Hyde seemed to hear a "thank you".

At this moment, another sharp sword attacked, and Hyde drew his sword to parry, and with the burst of fighting spirit, he chopped off the opponent's head with his backhand.

Looking up, the entire section of the wall was filled with Eivor's army wearing blue robes, and more wolf-faced warriors were pouring out of the wall.

"Come on-"

"Let me send you back to hell with my own hands!"

Hyde cheered up and started fighting.

The battle lasted from early morning to noon.

Hyde's pair of enchanted swords were too blunt to use, and now he was holding a long sword picked up from the battlefield.

How many people has he killed?

Not sure, not knowing, and not important.

Hyde almost gave up thinking.

During this half day, he barely made a single step forward, as the endless stream of enemies kept him pinned down.

There were more and more corpses on the ground, both Nords and Eivorians.

Blood flowed on the walls, making the soles of the feet sticky and muddy.

The elites behind him were getting fewer and fewer.

Facing those tireless wolf-faced legions, even the elite private soldiers of the Slater family could hardly get the upper hand in a one-on-one fight, and only the Fang of Typhon could cause quick and effective killing.

But, there were too many, and it was impossible to kill them all!

Facing the absolute difference in numbers, even Hyde felt a hint of despair.

"Damn Raven, where are you!?"

"This is your Wall of Sighs!"

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