When the light of the setting sun gradually shrank in the sky into a red light burning only clouds, the castle of Borabel was already brightly lit.
In order to prevent the enemy from attacking in the dark, the oval-shaped city wall surrounding the castle and the four towering guard towers have been lit with oil lamps suspended by iron chains on the outside of the city wall. These oil lamps, which are like large iron pots, can
Used for lighting, it can also be transformed into a weapon for defending the city when the enemy attacks the city.
As long as the oil lamp is poured down, the burning kerosene will cause any enemy who tries to climb up to fall into the fiery hell, screaming until the last moment when their body is burned to charcoal.
Rows of torches were also lit and inserted into the metal buckles of the city wall. The firelight swayed, making a beeping and peeling sound, and reflected on the people passing by, flickering brightly and dimly.
After negotiation at a temporary military meeting, the owner of the castle, Baron Brian, became the temporary commander-in-chief. His seven armed knights and more than 100 retinue soldiers, together with more than 30 people from Lord Matthew's escort, were divided into
Two squadrons were formed, stationed on the east and north sides of the castle respectively.
Hugo, the captain of the Royal Knights squad, became the deputy commander-in-chief. In addition to Hugo himself and two Royal Knights, who led more than 30 Royal Cavalry sergeants to form a reserve team, more than 200 other people were recruited.
Send all the city walls to defend the south gate where the main entrance of the castle is and the relatively low west side.
In addition to soldiers, the able-bodied civilians were also selected.
Among these people, hunters, merchant guards, sailors and others with certain combat effectiveness were organized into reserve militia, and were assigned to the soldiers in a one-to-one ratio to assist the soldiers in their defense.
The remaining people form the rescue team, emergency repair team and transportation team, responsible for providing logistics work.
The originally chaotic castle gradually became orderly as the decision-makers issued instructions one after another. The elderly and children were arranged to rest in the main building and auxiliary building. The men practiced assassination under the guidance of the sergeants, while the women organized
Learn rescue knowledge together, make bandages, cook and feed horses.
A total of two to three thousand refugees crowded the originally small Borabel Castle. At a glance, there were busy people walking back and forth everywhere.
At this time, the weapons warehouse of the lord's castle had already been opened. Large bundles of arrows, large jars of kerosene, and wood wrapped with iron sheets and sharp iron nails. Spears and guns were gradually transported up the city wall. Originally, he was holding a wooden fork and a hoe.
The civilians were also armed. Although they did not have armor and protection, they at least had real spears and guns.
However, the closer this time comes, the more nervous people become.
No one thought that the peaceful days when they got up in the morning would turn into the current situation in just one day. The home they had worked so hard to build was destroyed, their relatives were killed, and they had to use their usual skills of holding a hoe.
The hand holds the spear tightly, ready to kill the enemy or be killed by the enemy at any time.
Standing on the city wall, looking at the flaming city of Borabel, listening to the sound of horse hooves and the distant wailing of Fiery cavalry outside the castle, everyone's heart felt like it was being held tightly by a big hand.
Just grab it.
The war came so suddenly at this dusk.
In the blacksmith's shed in the backyard, Roy concentrated on swinging the hammer and striking a one-handed sword that had been burned red on the iron felt.
The long swords placed in the iron furnace, the sparks emitted when the hammer struck, and the rhythmic knocking sound gave the boy who devoted himself to his work a special charm.
Several knights and sergeants gathered around Roy. A little further outside, some blacksmiths and civilians also stopped their work and stared at the long sword under Roy's hammer.
This is a broken one-handed sword. It belongs to a royal knight named Punk.
Punk is the strongest knight in Hugo's team besides Hugo. Although he is only twenty-two years old, he already possesses the strength of a one-star [Brave Knight]. He has a high prestige in the team and a bright future. One-handed
[Gust]'s swordsmanship is unpredictable and sharp. Three ordinary [Armed Knights] are no match for him.
Punk has been using this one-handed sword for almost three years. It is very handy.
Unexpectedly, when escorting the princess back to the castle, he encountered a powerful knight of the Philip Empire on the way. Although Punk finally killed the opponent, the long sword in his hand continued to fight with the opponent more than twenty times.
Cracks appeared under the hard shock. After returning to the castle, it broke as soon as I poured fighting energy into it.
In terms of the difficulty of repairing, this sword is more difficult to repair than the sword of the Holy See guard just now. The reason is not only that it is more damaged, but also because it is a higher-level three-star weapon!
In the continent of Avalon, weapons and equipment are divided into four levels and twelve stars.
One to three stars is the [Ordinary] level, four to six stars is the [Rare] level, seven to nine stars is the [Legend] level, and ten to twelve stars is the [God-given] level.
More than twelve stars, it is a power that even God cannot control or destroy. Of course, no one has ever seen such a thing, and the Holy Religion has never recognized the existence of a being more powerful than God.
Punk's one-handed sword is made of three-star stainless steel ingots and incorporates a small amount of four-star magic iron. Therefore, its quality has reached the peak of a three-star weapon.
This sword alone is worth dozens of gold coins.
For Punk, whose monthly salary is only twenty gold coins, it is considered a very expensive piece of equipment.
Originally, before this, Punk had casually selected an ordinary one-handed sword from the baron's arsenal to replace it. The broken sword was carefully put away, and he was going to find a senior blacksmith to repair it when he returned to the imperial capital. Unexpectedly, he just met
His little brother Roy has a skill as a blacksmith. Even an old blacksmith like Ken is full of praise.
After the conflict broke out over repairing the two-star sword of the Holy See guard, Punk took out his broken sword without saying a word.
Not to mention whether he can repair it well or not, the important thing is that Punk needs to use this to show the trust of the royal soldiers in Roy. Moreover, if Roy really repairs the sword, for him, all his skills are on the sword.
It was a great help. If he were to meet the same opponent as Knight Felie who broke the sword before, it might be the difference between life and death.
As soon as Punk's three-star sword was taken out, it immediately became the focus of attention of everyone around him.
Seeing Roy taking the long sword and putting it into the iron furnace without saying a word, not to mention the three blacksmiths on the side who looked surprised, even Ken was a little uneasy. You must know that this is not a blacksmith shop. There are no steel ingots and no professional iron.
Stove, trying to repair this broken three-star sword is as difficult as asking a cook who has no ingredients to conjure a Hanshan banquet out of thin air.
But what everyone didn't expect was that as soon as the long sword was put into the iron furnace, the fire, which was originally lukewarm and couldn't muster any energy, licked the broken edge of the long sword like crazy.
And when Roy placed the two long swords on the iron felt and began to forge them, the blacksmiths beside him couldn't believe their eyes.
"The fractures overlap, one hammer and three forges!"
A blacksmith looked at the overlapping fractures and heard the forging sound of three dull sounds in succession, even though it was just a hammer blow, he couldn't help but exclaimed.
The black-haired boy in front of him was using the secret of the dwarf blacksmith - the Fish Scale Thousand Forging Technique!