The three of them stood by the window on the third floor, chatting and waiting for the citizen soldiers to arrive at the manor.
"So you went to deal with other people in the manor?"
"Of course, this wastes a lot of my efforts. Those who are alone have to be knocked unconscious one by one, and they have to be hidden so that no one can find them. Those who are in a crowd can only be dealt with quickly with potions and magic scrolls." Violet even put this together.
All the potions and scrolls I brought back have been used up.
"But I didn't expect that there was a werewolf in the castle. At that time, I had no available props, so I had to prepare the magic ritual first and wait for you to solve it."
Brutus shrugged: "Then you really think highly of me."
"At least I got it right this time." Violet took out a petal and gently popped it out of the window. The petals floated high in the wind.
"It's almost time. I think Baron Rupp has completely transformed into a werewolf."
"Won't it be affected by the absence of the moon? And why is Baron Rupp's daughter still invisible?"
Violet explained without meaning: "Whether you see it or not, it is there. The same goes for being invisible."
Brutus glanced at Violet, thinking that she might know about the movement of stars, but he also pretended not to understand: "What do you mean?"
"My teacher told me this, and I was just about to ask him."
Just as they were still thinking about chatting, there was a sudden huge vibration on the ground. A claw stretched out from the lawn in front of the castle, and then the ground near the claw completely collapsed, and a huge body was buried in the dust and turf.
appear.
"You can't find the way out, so you just destroy the map in anger, right?" Brutus complained in his heart.
"We came just in time." Violet saw the citizen soldiers in the distance.
The commander of the citizen soldiers was naturally Viscount St. Raphael. The long sword in his hand pointed at the wall of the manor in front: "The ballistae is ready to blast open the wall in front."
"Prepare the ballista, target the city wall in front." The orderer loudly conveyed the viscount's order.
Naturally, the city wall of Baron Rupp's manor cannot be as strong as the town. However, the one meter wide and four meter high wall has no resistance to the stone bullets thrown by the two ballistas, and several gaps were easily made.
Viscount Raphael saw an upright man with a wolf's head behind the gap, and he believed that this was the main target of the battle.
From time to time, someone in the formation of citizen soldiers whispered: "This guy is really tall, and he looks very strong."
"It looks like it's almost three meters long. It can even catch up with the city wall in front of us."
"Do you think we can beat him?"
Of course, Baron Rupp also heard the huge noise of the city wall collapsing. He turned around and saw only a lot of food in his blood-red eyes.
It started to run faster and rushed towards the military formation.
"Light javelin ready."
Viscount Raphael brought 400 heavy infantry and 100 levied javelin soldiers this time. Naturally, he would not be able to form a formation if he entered the manor, but since the other party took the initiative to rush out, of course he was happy to see it.
When Baron Rupp rushed to a position about sixty steps away from the military formation, the Viscount estimated its speed and then ordered: "Throw out the light javelin and prepare the heavy javelin."
"Recruit soldiers and throw them freely until the formation is taken over." He added the order.
Four hundred heavy infantry were divided into two squadrons, each under the specific command of a centurion. In addition, there was a reserve centurion who was responsible for temporarily taking over the command when the centurion died in battle-if morale was not yet complete.
If it collapses.
The centurion in the middle of the first row estimated the distance, and then ordered the soldiers behind him: "Let go!"
Brutus stood on the castle and looked at the javelins thrown intensively by the soldiers outside the manor. He felt that if he faced such a scene alone, he would definitely be pierced like a hedgehog - and he would be covered in javelins, leaving no trace behind.
The kind with a little meat.
The javelins thrown by the heavy infantry are not required to be accurate, nor are they required to be thrown at the same time. They only need to throw them according to a general range of forty steps in front, and then take off the heavy javelins on their backs and hold them in their hands.
Waiting for the next round of throwing orders.
Baron Rupp, who transformed into a werewolf, not only gained a huge size, but also gained strength and speed to match it. It nimbly dodged in the rain of javelins, and if it couldn't avoid it, it would be knocked away with one blow.
But even so, in front of five hundred javelins, he still had to fight against a few, and his speed inevitably slowed down.
The centurions who saw Baron Rupp slowing down knew it was time for another round: "Heavy javelin, release!"
The injured Baron Rupp covered the wound on his arm, looked at the heavy javelin flying overhead, and roared angrily.
Brutus saw a scene that was not scientific at all: there seemed to be a sound wave that knocked away all the javelins that were about to be inserted into the Baron's body. Then Baron Rupp pulled out all the javelins inserted into his body and rushed towards him again as if he was not injured.
Military formation.
"Is this a fantasy creature?" Viscount Raphael looked at the panicked soldiers and stared coldly at the werewolf rushing over.
He ordered: "The first squadron prepares to attack in a disciplined formation, the second squadron moves to the side, the levies stop throwing, and connect to the back end of the formation."
"Come closer to me! Form a formation and set up your guns!" The centurion exchanged positions with the soldiers behind him and urged the soldiers in the queue. "The soldiers in the back row put their right hands on the shoulders of their comrades in front, as usual.
Training like that.”
"Stand up your shield, lower your center of gravity, and prepare for collision!" Looking at the monster getting closer and closer, the centurion no longer said anything, but blew a whistle with a whistle in his mouth.
The soldiers in the front row wanted to close their eyes and not look at the behemoth in front of them, but their rationality and long-term training told them that they must keep their eyesight in order to make reasonable judgments.
Baron Rupp collided with the soldiers in the front row, and the spear pierced deeply into its belly, but it also knocked the soldiers in the first three rows of the two columns it hit into the crowd, and then they
He knocked down several comrades around him.
"Second Squadron, surround them and recruit soldiers to pull out the injured soldiers." Viscount Raphael assessed the impact in order to accumulate experience for such situations in the future.
"Surround it! Stab it!" the reserve centurion took over the command.
The spears in the hands of the soldiers poked several holes in the monster before it could fully regain its center of gravity. Baron Rump roared in pain, and then slapped the soldiers who were approaching him away.
The levies pulled the injured soldier out from the gap in the queue. Fortunately, under the protection of the large shield, he only suffered some internal injuries after concussion, and his life was not in danger.
The Second Squadron moved up from the left, and then took over the position of the First Squadron. After Baron Rupp broke through the formation with a fierce attack, the First Squadron, which had soldiers injured one after another, gradually withdrew to rest.
Although Baron Rupp was able to knock several soldiers away at once, he was eventually at a disadvantage in the wheel battle. Being surrounded by a group of soldiers, he suffered more and more wounds.
The reserve centurion of the last squadron jumped up and stabbed the dagger into its neck from behind, ending the battle with a splatter of blood.