When it comes to fighting, Calant is a wise man. If it were another lord, he might try his best to invade the city.

But Calante wouldn't do that.

Siege seemed to him a last resort strategy.

"Now let's talk about the battle plan. Please note that you can make suggestions for this battle plan, but most of it will not be adopted. Be mentally prepared."

Kalant stared at 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 fighting."

"It can be seen from the fact that he concentrated his troops in Dragon Fire City."

Calante slammed his sword on the ground with a clang, and did not hide his disgust and disdain for the Pope in his words.

"My spies have figured out the defensive strength in the royal capital. There are currently 30,000 crusaders, 50,000 ordinary royal defenders, and 10,000 knights under the Pope's command."

"In addition, there are more than 6,000 mage groups, 2,000 gryphon legions, and more than 1,000 Templar knights."

"I can say with certainty that if they all come out now, we will have no choice but to run away in despair."

"It's a pity that they know nothing about our military strength."

"Our army has just been assembled. The Pope's spies cannot penetrate. Even if they penetrate, the news cannot be sent out."

As Calant spoke, his big, bearded mouth grinned with a sly smile.

Under the puzzled gazes 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. All the lords with a little knowledge would recognize it.

This is a big and scary forbidden magic stone.

At this moment, it is emitting a faint red light, and it is obviously in a activated state. Its coverage is very wide, and no spy can transmit the information through magic under the blockade of the forbidden magic stone.

Suddenly there was a commotion from the rear of the army, and a few pigeons were seen grabbing the copper pipes and rising into the sky, but they were shot down by several archers who had been prepared behind the eldest prince.

"Stupid!" Kalant snorted, and then roared loudly: "Kill these spies."

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

Splattered blood spread all over the ground, and the dark army calmed down again after a brief commotion.

Calant knew that there must be spies in the army who were standing still.

But it didn't matter anymore, he was surrounded by carefully trained shooters, and no flying creature could fly out of the encirclement.

He sneered, ordered the mage behind him to set up a soundproof barrier, and covered all the lords in, and then continued expressionlessly:

"The siege forces we have now are only dwarf artillery carts and some ordinary trebuchets, but there are dozens of destruction-level magic cannons on one wall of the royal capital."

"We won't be able to attack the city wall at first, so we need to make some special plans to attack Dragon Fire City."

"What are your thoughts on this?"

Facing Kalant's question, the lords looked at each other in confusion. They thought for a long time, comparing the enemy's and their own military strength, and considering the terrain of the royal city. For a while, they had no clue.

After a while, a lord raised his hand. He bowed slightly and saluted, and said hesitantly:

"We can besiege the royal city and slowly wear out the Pope's army."

Kalant shook his head when he heard this and rejected it without hesitation:

"Your idea is good, but it cannot consume the enemy's strength. They come out of the city to fight to the death, and we still have nothing to do with them."

"Any other suggestions?" Kalant looked around at the crowd.

"We can dig tunnels and attack Dragon Fire City directly from the inside. The Pope will definitely not think of it, so we can catch them off guard."

A lord with a horse face raised his hand, with a stern look on his face, as if he was very satisfied with his plan.

However, he was despised and rebuked by Calante:

"The armor you are wearing is a bit too small. It seems to be blocking the blood supply to your brain. I suggest you change it to a larger size."

"..."

When the lord heard this, his horse face turned red, and he returned to his position angrily. No matter how ignorant he was, he could tell that Calant was mocking him like a fool.

"I hope you will stop making such stupid suggestions, digging tunnels? Can't you see such a wide moat? Are you digging tunnels with the intention of drowning yourself?"

"Then Sir Calante, can we poison the moat?"

"This is a good idea." Kalant glanced approvingly at the lord who proposed this opinion, but still shook his head and explained:

"Although the moat is the only water source in Dragon Fire City, it is too wide. How much venom do we need to prepare to make the river water poisonous to death?"

"But I am very happy that you have put forward a general idea. In fact, we can pollute water sources without poison. There is something more ferocious than poison, and it does not require a large amount of water to have an effect."

When Kalant said this, his brown eyes glowed with cold light. He said in a low voice, word by word:

"That's the plague."

"Some people may ask, where can we find a plague that can produce sufficient effects? In fact, there is no need to search, there is a master of creating plagues around us, and that is Mr. Poposa."

The lords started discussing in a noisy manner after hearing this. From time to time, they would cast their eyes on the black-robed mage, with expressions of disgust and fear.

Plague is a devastating disaster for every lord's territory. It is a problem that even priests cannot solve. Even the purification spell has limited effect.

The only things that can completely eradicate the plague are the corresponding medicines, holy water, and the elf's water of life.

Why is it that a mage who specializes in necromancy is like a rat crossing the street, everyone shouts and beats him?

Is it just because they deal with the undead every day?

of course not.

Spreading plague and playing with souls are the main reasons why they are abandoned.

"Quiet!" Kalant shouted seriously.

"If you raise any issues, don't discuss them privately."

"Your Excellency Calant," a lord with a goatee raised his hand. It was Earl Frostwolf. He politely performed a knight's salute and looked directly at Calant without being humble or condescending and asked:

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

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

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

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

"Sir Calant, let's think of another way, right?"

…

Facing the lords' questions, Kalant did not speak. Instead, the black-robed mage Poposa next to him laughed strangely.

The weird laughter made the lords shiver, and the voices of discussion subsided.

"Hehe...holy water? Hehehe, how much holy water can they have? The more serious the plague is, the more holy water is consumed. 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, hee hee hee..."

The more Poposa talked, the more excited she became. She was so excited that her whole body trembled.

He stretched out a pale and skinny hand and put it in his mouth to nibble. Dark red blood flowed down the small section of his chin exposed under his hood, and then clicked.

It dropped to the ground.

While chewing on his fingers, he made an indistinct sound:
Chapter completed!