Chapter 98 Ludomir III(1)

The breeze on the city wall in the early morning was as gentle as a whisper, blowing through his strands of blond hair from the south. He took a deep breath of the fragrance of the sea breeze, forgetting all about the stuffy heat of the inner fireplace and the rotting smell of corpses.

The seagulls flew toward the dawn, and the sun peeked out from the sea level, covering the cast iron city with a light golden veil. The mountain peaks were kissed by the morning light, and the foot of the mountain extended to green fields, brown land, silver streams, and black moldy forests.

Smoke rises from the roofs made of thatch and tiles, blending into the morning mist. The town center is crowded with people, and the spire of the temple on the square reaches into the sky, looking like a temple of faith and hope in the gradually brightening light.

lighthouse.

Although it is not as good as the Hall of Ashes, it is still a prosperous city, Ludomir Korva thought.

But the heart of Iron Crown City is not in its center, but in the iron mines to the west of it against the iron-cast mountains.

The miners dug low tunnels on the hillside, and then dug several shafts protected by wooden sheds and wooden supports for ventilation. There were small carts next to the shafts, and not far away were the mules pulling them.

A lever hammer is attached to break the newly excavated ore.

Although he had no favorable opinion of the Hastezans, Ludomir had to acknowledge their skill as craftsmen. They used their ingenuity and skill to create efficient tools that used animals and water to replace manpower, even though they had been driven out of Vivali

Yeah, but this land is full of their marks.

Suddenly, a cold arrow struck from below and passed over his head, frightening away the birds around him and making him laugh suddenly.

This group of white iron hooves had been accompanying him to enjoy the beautiful scenery in the morning for five days. Their commander, Stipol Koch, asked them to erect a large tower shield made of wooden piles on the street to prevent the black army from entering the wall of Guya Castle.

The shooting on the wall also allows you to find opportunities to harass the defenders on the city wall.

"Give me the bow."

Ludomir ordered to the black soldier beside him.

The soldier in black armor took the longbow off his back and hid behind the city wall and handed it to him. "Sir, please be careful."

"Yew? It's a good bow." Ludomir raised his eyebrows and took the long bow.

The longbow was nearly five feet long, with a smooth surface and a tightly wound hemp string. He took out a steel-tipped goose feather arrow from the quiver leaning against the city wall and nailed it to the bowstring.

He turned sideways and pointed the arrow at the tower shield on the street under the city wall, slowly closed his left eye, and drew the bowstring.

Ludomir knew when to release the bow string, it had become an instinct for him, his mind did not need to tell him when to shoot the bow and arrow, because his hands would make the choice for him.

He was as still as a stone statue, breathing slowly and evenly, waiting for his prey to appear.

When he noticed the first movement with his right eye, Ludomir had already loosened the string and shot out the arrow. The sharp arrow made a graceful arc in the air with a whistling sound. With the south wind, it shot directly through the half-expanded arrow.

The body comes from the archer's neck.

"Artur, what's my record now?" He turned around and returned the yew bow to the soldier and asked him calmly.

"Including this time, it's eight out of nine, sir."

A satisfied smile appeared on Ludomir's face. He patted the soldier on the shoulder and quickly walked down the stone stairs and down the city wall.

Wounded Black Army soldiers were scattered on the grounds of the castle like autumn leaves, being cared for by the captured doctors. The laborious breathing of the soldiers occupied the air, and the pain and torture caused by the bruises all over their bodies was reflected in Ludomir's eyes.

Echoing in the ears.

These people all ended up like this because of his decision-making. He secretly swore to the war star god Atnos that he would definitely bring them victory in the end.

He walked straight into the armory. The huge room was dominated by a dark forge, its iron bellows now sleeping because there was no blacksmith. The weapons and armor on the wooden shelves reflected the red light of the torches on the stone wall.

The Black Army soldiers were wiping their black leather armor or sharpening their weapons. Some of them put on full-body chainmail and thick felt robes found in the armory or ripped off from the guards of Guya Fort.

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"Lord Ludomir."

Yaroste Sagan bowed his head respectfully and saluted him. He found himself a set of flexible blue plate armor with the white iron hoof emblem of the Wilk family on it. He and others were gathering around the center of the room to make a temporary arrangement.

Next to the round oak table, there are some drawings and chess pieces for the championship game.

"You'd better have someone put on steel plate armor for you, Yarosta." Ludomir shook his head and said, "The way you are dressed now will create confusion on the battlefield, and you may get shot in the butt by friendly troops."

"I will be wearing a black cloak when the time comes." Yarosta chuckled. His chin was so flat that it could be used as a tabletop. "But if you give me that fine plate armor, of course I will happily obey your orders."

"When the time comes, you can pick one for yourself." Ludomir waved his hand and walked towards the round table.

"grown ups."

The commanders and captains gathered around the oak table saluted him.

Ludomir nodded and asked them: "Do we have news about anyone else?"

"Not yet, sir." Infantry commander Emmanuel shook his head and said, "The white iron hooves of Iron Crown City are always guarding the outside of Guya Fort. No one can sneak out under their noses."

Emmanuel wore black leather armor and a black wool robe. On his chest was the mark of the Black Army - a dragon holding a sword, and their motto written in Vivarian - "Nothing."

Fear" (Wn Crirfydd).

Over forty years old, he has short blond hair and a pair of calm and sophisticated blue eyes. His jaw line is rough and chiseled, with a stubble that hasn't been trimmed in a few days.

"The pigeons are still with others." Ludomir touched his forehead, "We only released three before the attack. The Hall of Ashes still doesn't know what the situation is like here."
Chapter completed!