Chapter 446, Unexpected Reinforcements
"Tighten up the camp and let the serfs, old people, and children hide in the caves behind the monastery. Behind, before the army of undead arrives at the monastery, we will repair the city walls here." Francois and Ryan shouldered Walk side by side over the ramparts of the Abbey of La-Messenelle.
This is a magnificent defensive building embedded in the gray mountain valley. The city wall is nearly ten meters high. A circular blockhouse is built in the middle of the valley. Only a long and thin path can lead directly to the gate.
This is where François once fought Kemler, the worst defeat Kemler experienced in his hundreds of years of life.
Even so, this fortress is not as strong as imagined. It only has one wall, because it exists more as a monastery for the god of nature Tal. There are only 500 defenders in the monastery, but they are all elite holy grails An elite army of pilgrims.
Due to the difficulty of food transportation and the barren alpine land, this is already the maximum army that this monastery can theoretically station.
After several hard fights, they won the honorary title of "Holy Watcher of La-Messenelle". They used to fight against the undead army in the cemetery, and they fought side by side with Francois more than 20 years ago. These Holy Grail pilgrims practice penance here, hoping that they can attract the attention and rewards of the fairies of the lake through war.
If the serfs wanted to win the favor of the ladies, they could only hope for some special means.
Looking at the spectacular mountains and the endless alpine fields in the distance, Ryan noticed two giant rock sculptures of high elves arching on both sides of the mountain road. He smiled at Francois and said, "Furka should really be Your Excellency De, take a look, this monastery is also the ruins of the high elves."
The Duke of Fourcade and his army did not follow the combined forces of Lane and François to the monastery. Along the way, many affected villages and towns needed Fourcade and his army. The Duke of Montfort must devote his energy Staying behind, so he voluntarily withdrew.
This is the disadvantage of fighting on their own land. Kemler and his undead can attack any place in the Gray Mountains at will, while the Knight Kingdom can only actively defend more often.
Many places needed troops to stay behind, and the just-occupied Blackstone stronghold also needed to be garrisoned. When the human-dwarf allied forces came to the monastery, there were about 20,000 of them left.
"Brittania is the former colony of the high elves. Today, we are still receiving the favor of the high elves. The high elves have established a solid magic circle here to help us seal the staff of Nagash." Fran Sowa stared at the damaged city walls, and he continued: "Pierre, the holy grail knight in the monastery, and the two holy knights are willing to help us, and the holy woman of the lake, Esmer, who is stationed here- Beaumont will help us, too, with all our troops, about twenty-one thousand men."
"We will compete with Kemler and his ancient tomb army here." Ryan whispered.
"Well, where everything begins will also end." The cape of François's blue-and-white horse fluttered in the mountain wind, and the Duke himself had a serious face: "It's time for revenge."
The majestic mountain wind blew across the city wall, and Ryan and Francois were a little silent. The victory was short-lived. They just defeated Kemler near the Blackstone stronghold, but they didn't finish their work. Now the opportunity came.
A scout came from outside, and the expeditionary knight Calad hurriedly dismounted. He trotted along the city wall and came to Ryan and Francois: "My Duke, and Ryan, Kemmler and his Tomb Legion They are already on their way here, and it is estimated that they will arrive at nightfall."
"Very good." Francois's sea-blue eyes were dignified, and he looked at the sky in the afternoon: "Let's get ready, how many enemies are there?"
"About 30,000... Also, my Duke, the scouts found the former Duke of Artois, Chilfroy, and the Brotherhood of the Hog Rider in the formation of the Tomb Legion." Callard hugged his cross helmet.
Thirty thousand more! The knights in the lobby felt pressured by this number. In the Battle of the Blackstone Stronghold, there were 50,000 Tomb Legion plus Musilon Legion, and only about 5,000 undead troops retreated. As a result, Kemler quickly added It's thirty thousand!
"Kemler must have dug up the corpse pit of the Duke of Artois's family. He has put all his eggs in one basket." Francois frowned: "Compared to the 50,000 in the Battle of Blackstone Stronghold, the number of Tomb Legion has decreased A lot, but our force is still not superior."
"It's the same with vampires." Ryan didn't care much about it.
The Primarch of the Gray Knights was deeply ashamed of not being able to take Gul, and he swore that he would smash Gul's dead head in this battle.
"Let everyone come to the lobby for a meeting." Francois ordered.
Thirty minutes later, everyone had a meeting in the monastery, and a huge topographic map was placed on the table.
"We must guard La-Messonnell Monastery, otherwise, once Kemler captures the staff of Nagash, no one can stop him and his undead army. He can easily use the magic power in the staff." Anthelm, Earl of Kuilau, said loudly: "The tide of the undead will flood the entire south of Brittany."
"The bad news is that the scout told us that Kemmler revived the Brotherhood of the Hog Riders of the former Duke of Artois's family, which allowed him to replenish a large number of soldiers, and he used a lot of money to hire a group of robbers from the Gray Mountains, about six A hundred people." Gerald continued: "The bandits are mainly composed of crossbowmen and archers, which made up for the lack of long-range firepower in Kemmler's army... at least made up for a little~"
"Hahaha~ let them come!" The name of the Holy Grail Knight stationed at La-Messonnell Monastery is Pierre-Holy One. Every undead offal, I swear."
"The garrison of the monastery will be handed over to the holy watchman La-Messonnell, and the dwarven artillery in the Ryan army." Francois began to arrange the army formation: "They will deploy all the artillery, muskets and trebuchets in the monastery It will be our last line of defense."
"The left wing is handed over to you, Ryan. You and your people must withstand the onslaught of the undead army. I will send 5,000 people to you." Francois said to Ryan: "If possible, defeat them."
"Understood." Ryan nodded.
"Okay! Hand it over to the dwarves!" Bellegar poked his head out from under the long table, and he raised the hammer of Angrond in his hand to indicate acceptance.
"The right wing is handed over to most of the knights of the Duchy of Antelm and Winford and the Pegasus Knights of the Swift Spear. You give priority to solving the robbers hired by Kemmler. Also, be careful not to get out of touch." Francois Then it was arranged: "Kalad, Jerrod, you follow Anthelm."
"Yes!" Anthelm and Jerrod both nodded.
"I led most of the infantry regiments and archers on standby in the central army to attract the main force of the enemy. Kemmler will definitely attack the central army at any cost. If he does this, Ryan and Anthelm, you should immediately attack Kai Muller and his army." Francois then ordered: "The artillery on the wall will provide us with cover and artillery support. From what I know about Kemmler, he will definitely come to me, just like I also want to crush him to ashes!"
"yes!"
The military meeting ended, it was already afternoon, and the sky was getting dark. The army of knights began to distribute food, check equipment, equip weapons, and make intense preparations.
This will be a battle that will determine whether Ryan and Francois can get the Knight Kingdom out of the shadow of Kemmler, and it will also be a battle that will determine the fate of southern Britannia. The Duchy of Ford and the South will be caught in a tide of undead until they are completely submerged.
Most of the knights have serious faces, and everyone is too aware of the importance of winning or losing.
Prayers were heard throughout the camp.
Morgiana, the sorceress of the lake, unleashed a powerful spell, a great spell, and her casting channeled the divine power from the nymph of the lake, and now, a statue of the nymph in the monastery holds a cup in both hands, and the golden cup is filled with With the clear and shining potion of holy water, the champion knights of the Brotherhood of Champion Knights of Quinalis will break the protection of the undead Chaos Chosen warriors by smearing holy water on the surface of their weapons.
After releasing the big spell, Morgiana sat on the side with a pale face. Her strength has not yet fully recovered, and the release of a big spell almost emptied all her mana.
Ryan was fully dressed. He originally wanted to have a word with Morgiana, but the knights of the Quinalis Champion Knight Brotherhood were all present. This environment was not very convenient, so he had to give up.
Putting on his psychic power armor, Ryan lowered his head and thought about what method he would use to defeat Gul and Kemmler, as well as the Duke of Musilon, Matthew Bard.
After thinking for a while, his Thor's Hammer appeared in front of him, raised his head, and saw the face of Karard in front of his eyes. This expeditionary knight had a thin goatee and a smile on his face: "Your Warhammer, it's heavy."
"No, it's your warhammer." Ryan laughed. He reached out and took his Thor's Hammer. With the other hand, he picked up the Excalibur Durandal and handed it to Karard: "Your sword is my sword, Karla Germany, in this war, we will fight together to defend our country regardless of each other."
"For the land that the lady gave us, for Britannia!" Callard took the sword in Ryan's hand. The expedition knight hesitated for a moment, but still started: "Ryan, can I have a few serious words with you?"
"Please tell me." Ryan and Callard have met many times, but they really don't communicate much.
"I used to have some opinions on you. I thought it was absurd for a lady to choose you as the champion. Britannia doesn't need such an outsider to be the champion of the lady. We have more powerful young knights." Karard said to Ryan He stretched out his hand: "But what you have done makes me admire. Without you, this kingdom would not know how many catastrophes it would have experienced. Brother Lane, I won't say those hypocritical praises, and I don't like to say them. I will let you You saw what I did."
"Thank you..." Ryan also reached out to shake hands with Karad: "Let us guard the land that the lady gave us."
"Yeah!" Ryan was waiting to say something, when a horn suddenly sounded outside.
"Drip~woo, drip~woo~"
"That's not the horn of the undead!" Ryan and Karard looked at each other, and the eyes of the fairy in the lake, the God's Chosen Champion, shone brightly: "It's more like..."
After speaking, Ryan immediately ran out.
"Drip~woo~drip~woo~"
The eagle's screaming body flew across the sky, and a vigorous figure fell from the eagle's body. He was wearing a helmet with antlers and a scale armor made of the power of sparks. Behind him, a number of An army of about 2,000 wood elves appeared in front of the Britannian knights.
It was an elite army composed of Woodland Guards, Eternal Guards, and Deep Forest Scouts. They wore robes, and everyone carried a recurve bow. The phalanx gradually approached the Abbey of La-Messenelle.
Francois trotted down the steps with a look of surprise on his face: "This...how is this possible?"
Araros, the proud lord of the woodland, walked up to the steps. Facing the many knights, he raised his chin and stood proudly: "Britanians, I bring greetings from Orion, the king of the forest, and Alaier, the queen. "
"Thousands of years ago, when your knight king Arthur founded the country, we formed an alliance to fight against evil together."
"Thousands of years from now, Eslai will not sit back and watch the undead wreak havoc outside the forest. You once helped us when Kemler and his undead army attacked the forest. Now, we will also lend a helping hand in this war."
"Eisley will fight with you!"