Chapter 389 The Lord in Despair (Part 2)

Cyril was distraught. He stood in the dark castle hall, repenting and praying. Two months ago, when this greenskin army first came into people's sight, Rhodes summoned all the northern lords.

, hoping that everyone would take this matter seriously and that the Northern Territory should unite. However, at that time, many people laughed at him and laughed at Rhodes for making a fuss and talking alarmism. Now it seems that it is not alarmism. The outer city occupied by the greenskins has been reduced to ruins.

.For several days, the orcs destroyed everything that could be destroyed to vent their inner anger.

Cyril has never been so helpless as he is now, and he has never been so eager and looking forward to the arrival of reinforcements. He knows that Rhodes will definitely come. He just doesn’t know the time. Perhaps the King of White Bears

Preparations are being made, perhaps gathering more troops. In short, the Watch Fort has been completely sealed off, and there is no way to obtain intelligence from the outside world.

He thought of the Snow Queen again. The funny thing was that when Fort Watch was in greatest danger, he couldn't count on the country's regular army to support him. Not only would the Snow Queen not come, she would also cut off the greenskins' path south. She would continue to cast

The blizzard made it difficult for Ironhide to move forward. The Northern Territory should save itself! Cyrille thought of Rhodes' words again. However, it was too late. Even if Rhodes tried his best, he could only gather half of the troops in the Northern Territory.

"You shouldn't have driven those civilians out of the city."

The door of the hall was opened, and a tall man walked out of the dark shadows. His face was full of wrinkles, and there were scars everywhere on his hands and shoulders. That was Jigur, the lord of Dusk Winter Castle. Before the war,

He once strongly opposed going south to support the Snow Queen, but now it seems that he is right.

Baron Giger had a gloomy face. His calloused hands had held countless swords and killed countless enemies. Now, he and Cyril stood together in this dim hall, waiting for death to come.

At this moment, although he is an earl, Cyril has no arrogance than Jigur. In front of the green-skinned army that destroys civilization, the title is just an empty shell, just a title. But Cyril is not like this.

think……

"I didn't drive them out of town!"

Cyril turned around and refuted Jigel's advice.

"If you close the castle gate so that the civilians cannot enter the city, it is equivalent to driving them out of the city and sending them to the butcher's knife of the greenskins."

Jiger said unceremoniously. He was like a night wolf questioning the superior watch lord under the moonlight.

"They can't do anything. They are as cowardly as rats. Even if they are allowed to enter the city, it will be useless for the defense of the city, and it will also consume our precious food reserves. Who knows when reinforcements will come?"

"Being timid like a mouse is relative. The reason why they are timid is because they feel that they still have a way to escape. They want to live, so they are afraid of death. But when they have no way to escape, in order to survive, they will

They will fight to the death. Give them a weapon and they will fight like the bravest warriors."

Jiger almost growled.

"Are you questioning my decision-making, Baron Giger?"

Cyril deliberately accentuated the word baron to remind Giger not to forget his identity. However, Giger no longer cared about his identity. He was almost dead, so why did he care about count, baron...

...Let this country be buried by a blizzard! Jigur even cursed in his heart. There has never been an era as bad as now. Let a vampire rule this kingdom. If the founder of Kislev had known better, I don’t know what he would have done.

What do you think?

"Yes, I not only question your decision, but also your courage and ability. Tell me, what did you do after the whole battle? When the first wave of greenskin offensive came, you hid in your room and asked

The gods prayed, like a coward, not even daring to show their face. It was me and my soldiers who fought on the front line and blocked the waves of attacks for you. Then, you finally walked out of that broken room.

. What happened after that? What did you do again? You asked the soldiers to close the city gates, preventing hundreds of civilians from entering the city, and allowing the unarmed civilians to be massacred by the orcs. Damn it, what did you do from the beginning to the end?

The high lord of Watchfort? Huh... you are the most cowardly person in the entire North!"

Jiger yelled mercilessly.

"Damn! I'm going to throw you out of here! Throw you out to feed the wolves!"

Xirel roared loudly. He grabbed Jiger by the collar and was about to fight when the guard's hurried shouts rang out from outside the door——

"The greenskins...the greenskins are coming!"

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They could only temporarily put aside their hatred and hostility and climb up the city wall. At this moment, under the bloody sky, tall siege towers were approaching the city wall. Outside the city, countless greenskins roared and shouted, seeking slaughter, one by one.

With beast-like heads and strong bodies, countless green-skinned orcs and goblins were connected together, like a green ocean. Cyril recalled that dream. In the dream, green seawater poured into the Watch Castle, and there were countless casualties.

It was exactly what I saw before me.

"Ballista! Destroy those towers!"

Cyril gave an urgent order. However, without his order, the soldiers guarding the city had already started operating these remote devices in advance. Their sweat was mixed with blood, covering their skin with layers of oily sheen under the bloody sunlight.

Everyone has forgotten fatigue, or in other words, in the face of the threat of death, fatigue is something that can be overcome infinitely until they are exhausted.

Soon, the first wave of defensive counterattacks began. Stone bullets shot out from the city tower like meteors, with a whistling sound that broke through the air, and hit the simple and ugly green-skinned siege towers. However, among the three cannonballs,

Only one shot hit the siege tower outside the city. The other two stone bullets missed the edge of the siege tower but did not hit it.

The green-skinned siege tower that was hit didn't look so easy to destroy. The stone bullets hit the siege tower quickly. After a loud noise, a big hole was penetrated in the upper part of the simple siege tower, and two people were taken with it.

Three unlucky greenskins flew down from the sky together. Through this bullet hole, the soldiers defending the city could see the densely packed greenskin orcs in the tower. They were wearing simple leather armor, or no armor, and went into battle with bare arms. Even though

After the tower was penetrated, they still roared with excitement because the entire siege tower could still move forward.

Hoo…ho…ho…

More than a dozen large siege towers advanced simultaneously. Below, there were densely packed and excited green-skinned infantry.

Cyril's lips were trembling. He was angry about the impending destruction. At the same time, the fear and uneasiness in his heart kept rising. Almost drowning all his self-confidence.

Where is Thor, the God of Thunder? Where is Hada, the God of Fire? It only takes a fire or a few bolts of lightning to solve the problem, but the gods do not take action...

How can we rely on mortals to fight against the massive greenskins?

Around you, the city defenders began to fire arrows, row after row, wave after wave, as dense as a curtain of rain, raining down on the greenskin army outside the city. The greenskins hit by the arrows continued to fall, but they could not stop the giant

The siege tower was approaching. A black orc captain stood on top of the siege tower, roaring angrily at the human shrimps defending the city, as if to say, your doom is not far away.

The defenders aimed their crossbow at the arrogant orc. When the arrow flew away, the black orc captain skillfully raised his shield and blocked the arrow. The arrow was inserted into the wooden shield, and the feathers at the tail of the arrow were still there.

Trembling slightly.

The black orc used a machete to cut off the arrows and continued to roar loudly.

"Hot oil! Burn these beasts!"

Cyril on the tower shouted at the top of his lungs.
Chapter completed!