The villain lord: Both the player and the protagonist want to kill me

In terms of fighting, Calante is a wise man. If he were replaced by other lords, he might try his best to break into the city.

But Calante won't do that.

Siege seemed to him a strategy of last resort.

"Let's talk about the battle plan. Note that you can comment on this battle plan, but most of them won't be adopted. Be mentally prepared."

Calant looked down on the lords, regardless of their different expressions, and his tone was unquestionable.

"The pope may be powerful and wise, but unfortunately he has no talent for war."

"It can be seen from his concentration of the army in Dragon Fire City."

Calante slammed the long sword on the ground with a "clank", and made no secret of his dislike and disdain for the Pope in his words.

"My spies have already figured out the defensive forces in the capital. The Pope currently has [-] crusaders, [-] ordinary royal defenders, and [-] knights."

"In addition, there are more than 6000 mages, 2000 Griffin Legion, and more than 1000 Templars."

"I can say with certainty that if they all come out now, we can only run away in despair."

"It's a pity they don't know anything about our strength."

"Our army has just been assembled, and the Pope's spies cannot infiltrate, and even if they infiltrate, the news cannot be sent out."

Calante spoke with a sly smile on his big bearded mouth.

Under the puzzled eyes of the lords, he turned around and came to a carriage, raised his hand and pulled off the black cloth covering the carriage.

What I saw on the carriage was a purple-red crystal, which was as big as a person, and all the lords with a little knowledge knew it.

This is a large and scary magic stone.

At this moment, it was emitting a slight red light, and it was obviously in a state of activation. Its coverage area was very wide, and no spies could transmit information through magic under the blockade of the magic stone.

Suddenly, there was a commotion from the rear of the army. A few pigeons were soaring up into the sky grabbing the brass pipes, but they were shot down by the archers behind the prince who had been prepared.

"Stupid!" Calant snorted coldly, then roared loudly: "Kill these spies."

Without Calant's urging, the surrounding soldiers had already drawn their swords, and with a few "screams", heads with horrified eyes rolled to the ground.

The splattered blood spilled all over the ground, and the black army calmed down again after a brief turmoil.

Calante knew that there must still be spies in the army who did not move.

But it doesn't matter anymore, the surroundings are surrounded by well-trained shooters, and no flying creature can fly out of the encirclement.

He sneered, and ordered the mage behind him to set up a sound-proof barrier to cover all the lords in, and then continued with a blank expression:

"The siege forces we have now are only dwarf cannons and some ordinary trebuchets, but there are dozens of destructive magic cannons on one wall of the capital."

"We couldn't attack the city wall in any case at the beginning, so we need to make some special plans to attack Dragon Fire City."

"Do you have any thoughts on this?"

Faced with Calant's question, the lords looked at each other in blank dismay. They thought for a long time, comparing the military strength of the enemy and their own, and considering the terrain of the royal city, they were at a loss for a while.

After a while, a lord raised his hand. He bowed slightly and said with some hesitation:

"We can besiege the royal city and slowly consume the pope's army."

Calant shook his head when he heard the words, and vetoed without hesitation:

"You have a good idea, but you can't consume the enemy's strength. They go out of the city to fight to the death, and we still have nothing to do with them."

"Any other suggestions?" Calant looked around the crowd.

"We can dig tunnels and attack Dragon Fire City directly from the inside. The Pope would never have thought of it, so we can catch them by surprise."

A lord with a horse's face raised his hand, and he looked embarrassed, as if he was very satisfied with his plan.

But he was despised and reprimanded by Calant:

"The armor on your body is a bit small. It seems to be blocking the blood supply to your brain. I suggest you change to a larger one."

"..."

Hearing the words, the lord's face flushed red, and he returned to his position resentfully. No matter how ignorant he was, he could tell that Calant was mocking him like an idiot.

"I hope everyone will stop making such stupid suggestions, dig a tunnel? Can't you see such a wide moat? Dig a tunnel to drown yourself?"

"So, Lord Calant, can we poison the moat?"

"This idea is very good." Calante glanced at the lord who made the suggestion approvingly, but shook his head and explained:

"Although the moat is the only source of water in Dragonfire City, it is too wide. How much poison do we need to prepare to make this river poisonous enough to kill people?"

"However, I'm very glad that you have proposed a general direction. In fact, we don't need poison to pollute water sources. There is a more ferocious existence than poison, and it doesn't need a lot of injection to produce effects."

When Calante said this, his brown eyes glowed coldly, and he said in a low voice, word by word:

"That's the plague."

"Someone may ask, where can we find a plague that can produce sufficient effects, but in fact, there is no need to look for it. There is a master of the plague around us, and that is His Excellency Poposa."

The lords started discussing in a buzzing manner after hearing the words, and they looked at the black-robed mage from time to time, with expressions of disgust and fear.

Plague, this is a devastating disaster for every lord's territory, it is a problem that even priests cannot solve, even the purification technique has limited effect.

The only thing that can completely eradicate the plague is the corresponding medicine, holy water, and the water of life of the elves.

Why are mages who specialize in necromancy shouting like rats crossing the street?

Is it just because they deal with undead every day?

of course not.

Spreading the plague and playing with the soul is the main reason why they are rejected.

"Quiet!" Calant sternly snorted.

"If you have any questions, don't discuss them in private."

"Your Excellency Calante," a lord with a goatee raised his hand. It was the Earl of Frostwolf. He politely performed a knight's salute, looked directly at Calante and questioned:

"I want to know, if the plague breaks out on a large scale and even our soldiers are affected, what should we do at that time?"

Earl Frostwolf's concerns also resonated with the other lords, and they all echoed.

"Yes, the Pope has holy water, but we have nothing..."

"This method is not very good. Although it is effective, it is too dangerous."

"Your Excellency Calant, let's think of another way?"

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Facing the questions from the lords, Calante didn't speak, but the black-robed mage Poposa beside him laughed strangely.

The strange laughter made the lords shudder, and the voice of discussion also subsided.

"Hee hee...holy water? Hee hee hee, how much holy water can they have? The more severe the plague, the more holy water they consume. They can only use the holy water for their core strength."

"As for the other ordinary soldiers, I guarantee that none of them will die, hehehe..."

The more Poposa spoke, the more excited he became, and he was so excited that his whole body trembled.

He stretched out a pale and skinny hand and put it in his mouth to gnaw, and the dark red blood flowed down the small part of his chin that was exposed under the hood, and then "clicked" "click" to the ground.

While nibbling on his fingers, he made an indistinct sound:

"You... Ka Ka Ka Ka, don't be afraid, hee hee hee... kecha kecha... I have it here, I have the antidote to the plague ~ hehehe, don't be afraid..."