Chapter 437 Calibration

The night was dark, and the dim light from the high and narrow crystal glass windows of the banquet hall was not enough to completely dispel the darkness on the terrace. Ropeney Glen stood quietly on this empty terrace, bowing her head and looking down at Ka. The place where Viscount Lor fell.

Behind her, the lights from the banquet hall dimly shone into the night sky through the crystal glass windows, appearing blurry and faint, and even the sound of music coming from the banquet hall seemed ethereal and almost illusory.

"It's really silent..."

The baroness stood for a moment in the darkness, and suddenly said softly.

As her voice fell, a slightly magnetic voice came from the darkness, "You're taking a risk - it's not good if someone finds out."

Luo Penny Glenn was not surprised by this voice, because she already knew the existence of the other party. She turned her head and saw a figure coming out of the hiding place in the darkness - a tall figure, a handsome face, and a commanding face. Impressive blonde, this is a typical silver elf.

The blond Solderling, a high-level elf ranger from Cecil Land, led the team that he secretly entered into the city tonight.

Looking at the Elf Ranger in front of her, Lady Ropeni's gaze couldn't help but fall on the peculiarly shaped black armor made of alloy guards and sturdy leather. This armor is from the "Iron Ranger" Standard, just tonight, dozens of steel rangers have sneaked into the fortress under the cover and support of her and her family, and lurked everywhere within the city walls.

Thinking of what these Iron Rangers were going to do in the city made her feel particularly happy.

"Carroll is a rare wise man among those stupid nobles, and he is too cautious and sharp," Luo Peini retracted her eyes, turned her head and quietly looked at the direction in which Viscount Carroll fell, "at this critical moment , I don't want this variable to survive."

"In fact we don't care about this variable," said Soldrin, looking at the baroness in front of him, "the fortress will face its fate tomorrow, no matter what warning Mr. It doesn't matter what the commander of the fortress responds to - on the contrary, you can easily put yourself in danger."

"It went well in the end, didn't it?" Ropeney Grant smiled slightly, "and for me personally, pushing 'Mr. Carroll' down was quite a delight... no one would be It was discovered that even if someone saw the corpse under the castle tomorrow, everyone would only be lamenting that Mr. Viscount who was drunk and slipped away at an early age."

Soldering looked into the Countess's eyes quietly, and after a long time said slowly, "I just want to remind you,

Beware of getting carried away by hatred. "

"Don't worry, I've been waiting for eleven years, and I won't lose my mind at this time," Ropeney Grant actually knew why this high-level ranger appeared. She shook her head slightly and smiled softly. "And I also look forward to the wonderful world promised by Duke Gawain, and naturally I will not act recklessly."

"That's good," Solderin nodded slightly, his body backed away, and he disappeared little by little in the dark night, his voice drifting in the night, "Don't forget, a hymn of loyalty."

This is Cecil's peculiar internal code, or some kind of "common language" used in a certain state. Although I don't quite understand its deep meaning, Ropeney Glen still faces the empty people with a happy mood. The night sky whispered, "A hymn of loyalty..."

...

It seems that, as Sir Maryland had expected, the Cecilians gave up their plan to force the fort after discovering that their magical devices could not break through the fort quickly, and until the sun rose the next day, those Cecilians still did not reappear. "Fire", the magician on the mage's tower confirmed the situation of the enemy's camp with the mage's eye, and reported that the Cecilians only divided a part of the troops and advanced a short distance to the northwest, and then on a high ground there A new camp was established, and beyond that, there was no sign of an active attack.

In the Military Hall of the Castle District, Sir Maryland marked the Cecil's position on the plain on a rough map, pointed his saber at the enemy's new camp, and said to the others, "Here, with Cecil. Compared with the first camp of people, it is not much closer to the Rock Fortress, but it is only a little closer to the White Water River. What do you think?"

A southern aristocrat stood up and said, "I judge that this was built by the Cecil people for the convenience of fetching water. After all, they took the 'White Valley Mountain Road' when they entered the plain, and the exit was too far from the Baishui River."

"They don't seem to have much courage," Sir Maryland apparently agreed with the nobleman. "It seems that after realizing that their magic device was not working, they began to worry about the trebuchets in the rock fortress, and chose to fetch water. You have to turn around so cautiously when you order..."

The situation seems to be moving in the direction that Sir Maryland had hoped. The Cecilian "Skyfire Myth" failed in the face of the strong magical barrier of the fortress, and the army that was rumored to be extremely terrifying can now only honestly fight the fortress for a long time. , and they don't seem to dare to advance into the range of the catapult on the city wall, which further proves one of his previous conjectures

Those Cecil soldiers were all dipped in the light of magic tools, and they actually lacked courage.

This means that as long as the attack continues to be frustrated, the morale of the Cecils will definitely drop very quickly...

...

On the second high ground where the Cecil Corps is stationed, Knight Philip is supervising the deployment of the new artillery position, and on a transport vehicle behind him, the figure of Knight Byron is emerging over a magic web communicator. .

"So, the soft bastards in the rock fortress really don't come out?" The old fritters knight from a mercenary never cared about his demeanor when he spoke, he shouted loudly, "I thought they would at least Symbolically come out to fight you before you fire..."

"They're not stupid. They realized the power of guns as early as during the active attack a few days ago," Philip said casually, then raised his head and looked at the towering city walls of the rock fortress in the distance, full of magical brilliance, "But then again... the magical barrier of the rock fortress is indeed a little more powerful than I thought."

Knight Byron was stunned for a moment. "Hey, what you said is different from what you said before. What do you mean by being a little bit more powerful than you thought--cannons are really useless against that thing?"

"That's not enough, the power of the magic crystal rail gun is always effective, but the strength of the barrier is really high, it completely resisted the shelling of last night - although only twelve test shots were fired, But it's already unexpected," Knight Philip said honestly, "I estimate that if I want to use the magic crystal railgun to deal with this kind of barrier, I need to bomb it continuously for at least six hours."

"Hey, the barrier that can be broken is so powerful - the nobles in the fortress are probably still celebrating that their barrier is indestructible at this time," Byron said with a strong disdain in his tone, and followed closely, " Don't waste your ammo on that barrier - just leave it to the Rainbow Cannon."

Philip frowned, "You just said that, when are you coming?"

"It's coming soon, it's on the way, Miss Rebecca has already started to check the magic circuit of this ship, so as to prepare for the firing," Byron waved his hand in the holographic projection of the communicator, his voice and picture It's a little distorted, because he is on a warship in the White Water River, and the signal is completely transmitted by the magic net relay towers along the White Water River, and the coverage of these relay towers just set is far from enough, even in the In some sections, the signal will be interrupted and lost. "At Miss Till's speed, we will arrive in more than five hours..."

"I'll do another shelling at noon," Philip interrupted Byron, "I think the magical barrier of the rock fortress is... valuable, and so do the mages who are with the army. I want to test it with artillery as much as possible. Take a look at the strength of that barrier, see how it works, and if Master Carmel and Miss Jenny crack the secrets of this giant shield, it might come in handy in our hands."

Byron looked at the serious Philip Knight in surprise, "When did you become interested in magic?"

Knight Philip stood up straight, with a solemn expression on his face, "I'm just interested in the interests of the territory and the people."

"I'll tell you for a person like you - if you become a mercenary, I'm afraid you will not be sold to the arena on the first day, and you will feel full of glory when you are sold," Knight Byron showed a face "It's embarrassing to work with such a foolish young man", followed by a strange smile, "But seriously, it seems that some of you traditional knights really eat this kind of thing - Margaery Miss Ta is behind you."

After saying this, Byron quickly ended the communication, while Philip turned around after being stunned for a while, and saw the female knight Margarita from the Kant region standing behind him, still carrying He looked at himself with an expression of admiration.

"There are not many people like you who still adhere to the virtues of chivalry in this era." The female knight said sincerely.

"This is my duty, Miss Margarita," said Philip with a stern face. "Can the large speed guns be fired before noon?"

"You'll hear them roar on time."

...

At noon, when the smoke rose from the inner city of the rock fortress, Cecil's army finally began the second round of shelling.

Strange sounds, piercing screams, and thunderous explosions once again enveloped the guards of the rock fortress. The chaos was obviously much smaller. The noble soldiers in the fortress found that the powerful magic barrier still shrouded the whole city after the first instinctive nervousness, and then they calmed down.

Some people even dared to climb to the outer city wall, shouting and laughing in the direction of the Cecil.

The magic crystal shells burst on the magic barrier outside the city wall, the deadly power of the explosion was completely blocked, and even the deafening loud noise was weakened a lot by the barrier interference. The bravest soldiers and knights were only at first. From a safe distance, it was lively, but soon, I don't know who made the head, someone ran to the section of the city wall that was facing the shelling, and watched the explosions in mid-air from a close distance.

Surprisingly, most of the people who did this were not the knights and soldiers of the rock fortress, but the southern aristocrats and their private soldiers who had been frightened by the "fire explosion" all day long, like bereaved dogs.

They seem to be doing it to show off their courage—or rather, to vent their fears from a month ago.

Ropeney Glen stood on an observation deck far away from the city wall, looking at the appearance of the southern knights and soldiers who were full of ugliness on the city wall with an indifferent expression.

Compared with the coalition soldiers who were completely drained of all their will and captured by the Cecils like walking corpses, the psychological trauma left by these aristocratic remnants who fled to the rock fortress early seems to be not serious enough...

But it doesn't matter, their psychological trauma is coming.

The Countess raised her head and looked to the southwest of the fortress.

The White Water River meanders on the plain, and on the river reflecting the skylight, an abnormal wave is entering her line of sight.