Chapter four hundred and thirty-eight under the siege of Montferre
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In the next few days, Kemmler and his Tomb Legion's attack became extremely fierce. Kemmler's black magic passed through the city wall one after another. Many defenders were swallowed up by the beam of undead magic in the blink of an eye and turned into ashes.
Become a mass of melting blood and corroded bones.
, one after another zombie legions and skeleton warrior legions constantly test the castle's defense. The black and gray waves attack the castle every day like the ebb and flow of the tide, never stopping. The undead creatures are tireless and do not count casualties.
The attack caused huge damage to the defenders.
But the Castle of Montfort has always persisted tenaciously under the attack of the undead. This castle has stood on the ax bite pass since before the establishment of Britannia. The entire castle was rebuilt by Mark Luther, the first Duke of Montfort.
, after strengthening it to a towering level, Montfort Castle has stood quietly here for thousands of years.
Whenever an enemy breaks through the gate, the contemporary Duke of Montfort will organize craftsmen to reinforce the castle afterwards. For thousands of years, the defense of this castle has reached a certain extreme. The walls are full of turrets, square towers and
Large city defense machine
, more than a dozen giant trebuchets threw stones at the undead army, and dozens of cannons poured cannonballs at the undead. The strength of the Montfort Castle was world-famous, and Duke Fourcade personally led the knights to charge several times to defeat the enemy.
Drive them out of the city and annihilate them.
The moat was filled with the corpses of the undead, and the original moat could no longer be seen at all. The undead wizard Heinrich Kemmler, who was standing far away from the castle, looked at Montfort Castle with no expression at all on his face.
The attacks were fierce one after another, and the vast majority of the undead army suffered heavy casualties on the way to attack and ascend the city. The sound of arrows and artillery was like a bloody symphony, playing the movement of war under the Montfort Castle.
Mathubad looked at Kemmler with a cold face. This undead archmancer had led his Tomb Army to besiege Montfort Castle for two weeks, but there had been no further progress.
Mathubad was not optimistic about Kemmler's plan to attack Montfort Castle, but he never said a word. He, his two legions of undead knights, a team of blood knights, and several Black Holy Grail knights kept silent.
Stand still.
Kemmler did not go all out in his siege. At the very least, the most elite spirit-binding knights and cairn spirit-binding legions under the undead archmancer were not dispatched. On the contrary, this army was ambushing on the outside.
Mathubad understood Kemmler's plan, and the great wizard of the undead didn't care whether he could capture Montfort at all.
He is waiting for the arrival of his mortal enemy, Francois!
The Duke of Mousilon remained silent. He thought that Kemmler had always been brooding over the battle of La Messner Abbey more than 20 years ago. He had been blinded by hatred. Perhaps from the second attack on the Montfort Castle
From the beginning, Kemmler's plan was not to capture the castle.
Instead, he attracted Francois and asked the Duke of Winford to fight him to the death.
Mahhubard despised Kemmler's IQ at first, thinking that this undead wizard really had no pursuit.
However, Duke Mousilon immediately let out a self-deprecating laugh. What qualifications did he have to accuse and look down on Kemmler? Isn't he himself a person who is crazy because of hatred?
When he was a teenager, he was one of the most skilled, honorable, and devout knights errant!
But everything was a lie. After the Lich King who raised him told him the truth about the Lake Fairy, he was so sad and angry that he became crazy. The lies of the Lake Fairy had deceived this country for thousands of years. Mashuba
After learning the truth, De made up his mind to become the King of Britannia! Save this land from the Lake Fairy and her lies!
The siege lasted for a long time, and then a message reached the Chinese army.
"A huge army of knights is on its way to support this place and is expected to arrive in three days." A corpse demon came to Kemmler's side and whispered in his ear.
Reinforcements arrived faster than expected! Mahhubard frowned after hearing the news.
Kemmler was silent for a long time. He raised his head and looked at the Montfort Castle in the distance.
"Tomorrow, launch a general attack!"
"yes!"
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The next day, in the tide of undead attacking the city, the Tomb Guard Corps and the Cairn Soul Binding appeared for the first time. Those groups of Grave Guard Corps were almost invulnerable, and the ladders reinforced by undead magic were covered with hangings.
In order to defeat these barren tomb guards, the tomb evil spirits, under the command of the necromancer, hung the ladder on the high city wall, and the powerful barren tomb guards strode up the tower through the ladder.
The serf infantry of the Principality of Montfort looked at these grave guards in rusty armor with fear. They formed a tight gun formation to meet the powerful enemy, but these grave guards were too powerful.
The first strong tomb guard climbed onto the city wall, and with one blow he cut down two serf spearmen with the giant sword in his hand. The remaining serfs howled loudly and swarmed up. The city wall turned into a bloody purgatory.
It took four serf infantry to fight against one grave guard, but even so, the serf soldiers of the Principality of Montfort still suffered heavy losses, and hundreds of serfs died here.
"Hold it! Hold it!" Duke Fourcade of Montfort stood high on the watchtower and shouted loudly: "Deploy more soldiers to the breach!"
"Kill ah ah ah!" More serf soldiers rushed to the top of the city under the order of the knight, and fought to the death with the undead army.
But soon, swarms of black bats and bloodthirsty ghosts joined the battlefield. These noisy monsters swooped down from the sky, and their sharp claws tore through the fragile leather and cloth armor of the serf infantry, tasting the
With the flesh and blood of the serf soldiers, the remaining serf soldiers could not escape the terrible fate. Groups of archers screamed and fell off the city wall, falling into countless piles of bones and waves of the undead. Their fate can be imagined.
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The remaining serf archers fired arrows at these undead airmen in vain. Only a handful of arrows killed the sky ghosts and bats, and they immediately scattered to avoid them.
The undead air force flew directly towards the high wall. Those giant trebuchets were smashed or key parts were broken by the ghosts using their impact and claws. The artillerymen responsible for loading the artillery also lay down to avoid it.
The artillery and trebuchets on the tower were forced to stop attacking, and the black undead air force was directed at the Duke himself and his bodyguard knights on the watchtower!
"Flash's scorching gaze!" Montfort's court wizard took action, and the light wizard chanted a magic loudly. The bright white light pierced the eyes of these ghosts and bats, and the power of Hexi's magic dissipated
These rabble, they temporarily retreated.
Withstanding the threat of the undead air force, Fourcade anxiously rushed to the wall.
In Folkard's sight, this area of the city wall was almost cleared. Then, five or six sturdy ladders were set up on the crenellations of the city wall. Under the leadership of the barren tomb guards, more undead troops boarded the
City head.
A group of knights wanted to go to support, but the undead wizard's undead magic followed. The wind of death roared past the city wall. More than thirty knights were hit by the wind of death on the spot. Their bones and flesh were separated, their armor rotted, and they turned into ashes.
Wisps of dust.
The serf soldiers screamed and began to rout. Under the power of the undead, the struggle of mortals was so ridiculous. The weak spear array and the sword blades in the hands of the serfs were unable to stop the attack of the barren guards. The knights were forced to join the battlefield.
, and the expatriates from the empire, even if they know that they don’t have
With the possibility of victory, the free militiamen were still willing to fight for the castle to the last moment. A motley army of three groups of imperial expatriates rushed into the gap in the city wall. They blocked the attack of the undead with their flesh and blood. They shouted Charlemagne.
In the name of the great emperor, he swore that he would never surrender to the undead.
The undead will not back down because of the bravery of mortals. The tireless and emotionless Tomb Guards use the swords and halberds in their hands to harvest the lives of the imperial citizens. Whenever a mortal dies, he will immediately be killed by Kemmler.
Under the magic, they are resurrected into zombies or skeleton warriors, and the dead knights become grave guards and undead knights.
Overlooking the mountains of the Gray Mountains, the entire western section of Montfort Castle was billowing with thick smoke, and the top of the city was full of shadows of human defenders and undead armies fighting.
Kalad led an elite group of knights to rush for reinforcements. Relying on the wide and strong walls of Montfort Castle and the group charge of the knights, the shaky battle line was maintained at a fragile balance point, and something could happen at any time.
Offset may occur.
The battle line is temporarily under control, but this is only temporary. The number of undead is like a snowball, and it will only kill more and more.
"They withstood it!" the Duke's butler shouted to the Duke: "We will win!"
"Yes, we will win!" Duke Fourcade took over his cross helmet with a golden castle sculpture on the top from his bodyguard knights. He tightened the mithril plate armor on his body, which was black and white.
The family crest gleams: "In the name of our Lady, we will prevail!"
"Duke? No, you can't go to the front line in person!" The butler quickly discovered the Duke's plan.
"My people need me, and I will answer their calls!" Duke Fourcade pulled out his own sword. The sword of Montfort, inherited from Mark Luther, the first Duke of Montfort, was burning with white gold.
Flame: "Knights! Listen to me!"
Hundreds of knights drew their swords together: "At your service! My Duke!"
"In the face of evil, we will never give in! In the face of threats, we will never slack off! My knights, defend the territory, defend the homeland, Arthur was like this a thousand years ago, and we will be like this thousands of years later, although we will never be able to compete with our ancestors
We are on par with each other, but my knights! We must muster up our courage to fight against the enemy!" Duke Fourcade shouted, his voice like a bell: "Fight, knights of Montfort, the lady is always with us.
exist!"
"For the lady! For Montfort!"
"For the lady! For Montfort!"
Roars full of hope came from the city wall. Duke Fourcade personally led his knights to join the battlefield. The hymn of the Lake Fairy resounded from the city wall. The knights of the Principality of Montfort were on the way to charge.
Together they sang ancient songs, which were sung in the ancient Breton language. Today, when Low Gothic is so popular, only a few people can understand what the songs are about.
But it doesn't matter. On the tower with smoke billowing and under the gray sky, the knights' chants drove away the power of the undead. They rushed into the enemy camp and started a bloodthirsty fight with the undead. The bright sunlight pierced
The sky was covered by Kemmler's spell, and the power of the Lake Fairy flowed in the hearts of the knights. They were the last line of defense standing between the common people and evil.
"Kill! Kill! Move forward!" The great undead wizard Kemmler raised his noisy skull staff, and the terrifying wind of death rotated back and forth on the city wall. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of soldiers and knights turned into
Dry bones.
Under the city wall, a giant battering ram was hitting Montfort's city gate. The huge city gate made a frightening sound. At this time, the defenders could only believe that the gate of this fortified city was strong enough.
Forcade and his knights initially gained an advantage in the war. A large group of undead were rushed off the city wall under the charge of the knights' group. However, the number of undead was endless, and the knights and their horses were repeatedly fighting.
Weary from the charge, what's worse is that every time a respectable mortal soldier falls, it means that Kemmler's Tomb Legion has gained a new recruit.
The charge of the knights was gradually blocked by the crowd of undead. The knights who lost their impact were immediately slaughtered after being forced to stop. Within a few seconds, an undead knight would revive from their bodies.
Gradually, the number of undead exceeded the number of mortals. When Duke Fourcade came back to his senses under the stimulation of flesh and blood, he found that only about 20 of the more than 50 knights who followed him at the beginning were left.
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"Duke! We can't hold it anymore! If this continues, the castle will be lost!" The expedition knight Kalad held the sword of Durandal and cut off the head of a barren guard from his neck. He cut off a group of skeletons.
Surrounded by warriors and tomb guards, they fight their way through a path of bones.
"Duke Montfort, Lord Fourcade, surrender to me, Heinrich Kemmler, immediately! Otherwise, my army and I will completely slaughter your castle and your people!" as if in response.
Kalad's words, the undead great wizard Heinrich Kemmler shouted loudly using magic from outside the city.
The atmosphere on the castle suddenly froze, and the undead army stopped attacking as if it had been ordered, leaving the area between Duke Fourcade and Kemmler. Duke Fourcade gritted his teeth and tightened his grip.
He took the sharp sword out of his hand and took a step forward, just about to tell the necromancer that this was just wishful thinking.
"The Gaze of Nagash!" Kemmler, the great wizard of the undead, did not give the Duke any time to answer. On the contrary, the moment the Duke revealed his figure, Kemmler couldn't wait to chant a powerful spell, two purple-red beams.
It condensed in the eyes of the undead wizard and pointed directly at the Duke himself, and the knights had not even reacted.
Nobility is the epitaph of the noble, and despicability is the passport of the despicable. Kemmler showed a ferocious smile.
However, there was a fatal miscalculation in the plan of the Undead Archmancer. He was too eager to sneak attack Duke Fourcade himself through despicable means. That special shout not only made Duke Fourcade appear, but also exposed himself.
location.
A walking lightning rolled across the sky.
The golden griffon spreads its wings and flies high in the sky. The knight riding on the griffin holds a huge two-handed war hammer with one hand. The war hammer is filled with lightning, and his palms are burning with silver flames. The griffon under his crotch
The shrill screams echoed on the battlefield, and the gryphon suddenly opened its mouth towards Kemmler's position, and the blue lightning gradually converged into a crackling electric ball.
The undead wizard felt something bad when he saw the lightning ball condensed in the griffin's mouth. Kemmler almost rolled and crawled out of the way immediately.
A bolt of lightning erupted from the griffon's mouth and directly attacked Kemmler himself. The Soulbinding Knight, the bodyguard of the Undead Archmancer, was split in half by the bolt of lightning.