Chapter 438, The Siege of Monteverde (Part 2)

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In the next few days, Kemler and his ancient tomb army attacked fiercely to an undeniable degree. Kemler's black magic pierced through the city wall one after another, and many defenders were engulfed by the beams of undead magic in the blink of an eye. Like a mass of melting blood and corroded dry bones, one after another army of zombies and skeleton warriors are constantly testing the defense of the castle. The black and gray waves attack the castle every day like a rising tide Falling, never stopping, the undead creatures are tireless, regardless of casualties, their attacks have brought huge damage to the defenders.

But Montfort Castle has been stubbornly persisting under the attack of the undead. This castle has stood on the ax bite pass before the establishment of Brittany. Mark Luther, the first Duke of Montfort, rebuilt the entire castle. , after strengthening it to a towering level, Monteverl 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 strengthen the castle again afterwards. For thousands of years, the defense of this castle has already reached a certain extreme. The walls are full of turrets, square towers and Large-scale defense machines, a dozen giant trebuchets threw stones at the undead army, and dozens of cannons poured shells at the undead. The fortification of Monteverde Castle is world-renowned, and the Duke of Forcade has personally led it several times. The knights charged, driving the enemy from the city and annihilating them.

The moat was filled with corpses of the undead, and the original moat could not be seen at all. The great undead wizard Heinrich Kemmler, who was standing in the distance of the castle, looked at Monteverl Castle with no expression on his face.

The attack was ferocious one after another, and most 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 Monteverde Castle.

Matthew Bud stared at Kemler with a grim face. The necromancer led his ancient tomb army to besiege Monteverl Castle for two weeks, and there was no further progress.

Matthew Bard was not optimistic about Kemler's plan to attack Monteverde Castle, but he never said a word. He, his two undead knight legions and a team of blood knights, and several black Holy Grail knights always Stand still.

Kemler's siege did not go all out. At the very least, the most elite spirit-binding knight army and the stone tomb spirit-binding army under the command of the necromancer did not dispatch. On the contrary, this army was ambushing on the periphery.

Matthew Bard understood Kemmler's plan, and the great necromancer didn't care whether he could capture Monteverl.

He is waiting for the arrival of his mortal enemy, Francois!

Duke Mousillon remained silent. He thought that Kemler had always been brooding over the battle of La-Messenelle Abbey more than 20 years ago. He had been blinded by hatred. From the start, Kemmler's plan was not to capture the castle.

Instead, he attracted Francois and asked Duke Wenford to fight to the death with him.

Matthew Bard despised Kemmler's IQ at first, thinking that this great necromancer really had no pursuit.

However, Duke Musillon laughed at himself immediately. What right did he have to criticize and look down on Kemler? Isn't he himself a man who is crazy because of hatred?

In his teens he was one of the most skilled, honorable, and devout knight errants!

But everything was a lie. After the Lich King who raised him told him the truth about the fairy in the lake,

He was saddened by grief and maddened by anger. The lies of the fairy in the lake had deceived the country for thousands of years. After learning the truth, Matthew Bud made up his mind to become the king of Brittania! Save the land from the Fairy of the Lake and his lies!

The siege lasted for a long time, and then a message reached the Chinese army.

"A huge knight army is on its way to support here, and it is expected to arrive in three days." A corpse came to Kemler's side and whispered in his ear.

Reinforcements are coming sooner than expected! Matthew Bud frowned after hearing the news.

Kemmler was silent for a long time, he raised his head and looked at the Monteverl 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, for the first time, the figures of the Grave Guard Legion and the Stone Bound Spirit appeared. Those groups of the Grave Guard Legion were almost invulnerable. After leaving these barren grave guards, under the command of the necromancer, the tomb ghosts hung the ladder on the high city wall, and the powerful barren grave guards strode up the tower through the ladder.

The serf infantry of the Principality of Montfort looked at these barren grave guards with rusted armor all over their bodies in horror. They formed a tight spear formation to meet the powerful enemy, but these barren grave guards were too tough.

The first strong barren grave guard climbed onto the city wall, and with a huge sword in his hand, he cut down two serf pikemen, and the remaining serfs howled loudly and swarmed up. Only four serf infantry could fight against one barren 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 for me!" Standing tall on the watchtower, Falcade, the Duke of Montfort, shouted loudly: "Move more soldiers to the breach!"

"Kill!" More serf soldiers rushed to the top of the city under the order of the knight master, and fought to the death with the undead army.

But soon, dark bats and bloodthirsty ghosts joined the battlefield. These noisy monsters swooped down from the sky, their sharp claws tore the fragile leather and cloth armor of the serf infantry, tasting 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 undead waves. Their fate can be imagined .

The remaining serf archers shot arrows at the undead air force 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. The giant trebuchets were smashed or broken by the sky ghosts with impacts and claws, and the artillerymen responsible for loading the artillery also fell down to avoid it.

The artillery and trebuchets on the tower were forced to stop attacking, and the dark undead air force pointed directly at the Duke himself and his guard knights on the watchtower!

"Flashing scorching stare!" Montfort's court wizard made a move, and the light wizard chanted a magic loudly. The bright white light made the group of sky ghosts and bats unable to open their eyes, and the power of Hai Xi's magic dispelled These rabble, they retreated temporarily.

Withstood the threat of the Undead Air Force, Furkad rushed to the edge of the battlement wall anxiously.

In Fulkad's sight, the city wall was almost completely cleared, and then five or six solid ladders were erected on the crenels of the city wall. Under the leadership of the barren grave guards, more undead troops boarded city ​​head.

A group of knights wanted to go to support, but the undead magic of the great necromancer followed, and the wind of death whizzed 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 decayed, and they turned into one 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 serfs' weak spears and swords in their hands could not stop the attack of the barren grave guards. The knights were forced to join the battlefield , and the expatriates from the empire, even though they knew they had no chance of victory, the free militiamen were still willing to fight for the castle to the last moment. The body blocked the attack of the undead, they shouted the name of Charlemagne, and swore that they would never give in to the undead.

The undead will not shrink back because of the bravery of mortals. The tireless, emotionless barren grave guards use their knives and halberds to harvest the lives of the empire's expatriates. Whenever a mortal dies, he will immediately die in Kemmler's Under the magic power, they are resurrected into zombies or skeleton warriors, and the dead knights become grave guards and undead knights.

Under the overlooking of the Gray Mountains, the walls of the entire west section of Monteverl Castle were billowing with thick smoke, and the shadows of the battle between the human defenders and the undead army were everywhere on the top of the city.

Callard led a team of elite knights to rush to help, relying on the wide and strong walls of Monteverl Castle, and relying on the group charge of the knights, the crumbling front was maintained at a fragile balance point, ready to attack at any time. Offsets may occur.

The front is temporarily under control, but this is only temporary. The number of undead is like a snowball, and they will only kill more and more.

"They held it!" the Duke's steward called to the Duke: "We will win!"

"Yes, we will win!" Duke Furkad took over his cross helmet with a golden castle sculpture on the top from his personal guard knight, and he tightened the mithril plate armor on his body. The family crest glitters: "In the name of the lady, we shall triumph!"

"Duke? No, you can't go to the front line yourself!" The butler quickly discovered the Duke's plan.

"My people need me, and I will answer their cries!" The Duke of Forcade drew his own sword, and the Montfort sword inherited from the first Duke of Montfort, Mark Luther, was burning with white gold. Flame: "Knights! Listen to me!"

Hundreds of knights drew out their sharp 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 country, Arthur was like a thousand years ago, and we will be like this a thousand years later, although we will never be able to reconcile with our ancestors. But my knights! We must muster courage and stand against the enemy!" The Duke of Volcade shouted loudly, and his voice was like a bell: "Fight, knights of Montfort, the lady is always with us exist!"

"For the lady! For Montfort!"

"For the lady! For Montfort!"

There was a roar full of hope from the city wall. The Duke of Furcade led his personal guard knights to join the battlefield. The hymn of the fairy of the lake resounded on the city wall, and the knights of the Principality of Montfort were on the way to charge. They sang old ballads together, which are ancient songs sung in the ancient Breton language. In this low Gothic language, only a few people can understand what is sung in the song today.

But it doesn't matter, on the smoky city tower, under the gray sky, the chant of the knights drove away the power of the undead. They rushed into the enemy's line and started a bloodthirsty fight with the undead. The sky that was covered by Kemmler's spell cast, the divine power of the fairy of the lake flowed in the hearts of the knights, they were the last line of defense standing upright against the civilians and the evil.

"Kill! Kill! Go forward!" The great necromancer Kemler raised his noisy skull staff, and the terrible wind of death swirled back and forth on the city wall. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of soldiers and knights were transformed into Dry bones.

Under the city wall, the giant battering ram was hitting the gate of Montfort, and the huge gate made a frightening sound. At this time, the defenders could only firmly believe that the gate of this fortified city was strong enough.

Furkad and his knights gained an advantage in the war at the beginning. A large group of undead were rushed down the city wall on the spot under the group charge of the knights, but the number of undead was endless, and the knights and their horses fought repeatedly. The charge wears off, and worse, every time a venerable mortal soldier falls, Kemmler's Tombs get a new recruit.

The charge of the knights was gradually blocked by the crowd of undead. The knights who had lost their impact were immediately slaughtered after being forced to stop. In a few seconds, an undead knight would recover from their bodies. Gradually, the number of undead exceeded the number of mortals. When the Duke of Furkad came back to his senses under the stimulation of flesh and blood, he found that only 20 of the more than 50 knights who followed him at the beginning were left. .

"Duke! We can't stand it anymore! If this continues, the castle will fall!" The expeditionary knight Calard held the sword of Durandal and cut off the head of a barren grave guard from his neck. Fight your way through the siege of warriors and graveyard guards.

"Duke Montfort, Your Excellency Furkad, surrender to me, Heinrich Kemmler immediately! Otherwise, I and my legion will completely slaughter your castle and your people!" As if in response Karard's words, the undead wizard Heinrich Kemmler shouted loudly with magic from the city.

The atmosphere on the castle suddenly froze, and the undead army stopped attacking as if they had received an order, and gave way to the area between Duke Furkad and Kemmler. Withdrawing the sharp sword in his hand, he took a step forward, trying to tell the necromancer that this was wishful thinking.

"Nagash's gaze!" The great necromancer Kemler did not give the Duke time to answer. On the contrary, the moment the Duke revealed his figure, Kemler couldn't wait to chant a powerful spell, two purple-red beams Condensed in the eyes of the great necromancer, pointing directly at the Duke himself, before the knights even reacted.

Nobility is the epitaph of the noble, and despicableness is the passport of the despicable. Kemler showed a ferocious smile.

However, there was a fatal miscalculation in the plan of the great necromancer. He wanted too much to sneak attack on Duke Fulkade himself through despicable means. That special shout not only made Duke Fulkade appear, but also exposed himself s position.

A walking lightning rolled over the sky.

The golden griffin spread its wings and swept across the sky. The knight riding on the griffin held a huge two-handed warhammer with one hand. The hammer was full of thunder, and his palm was burning with silver flames. The griffin under his crotch The shrill screams echoed on the battlefield, and the griffin suddenly opened its mouth towards Kemler, and the blue lightning gradually converged into a crackling ball of electricity.

The great necromancer felt bad when he saw the lightning ball condensed in the mouth of the griffin, and Kemmler almost scrambled away immediately.

A bolt of lightning spewed out of the Griffon's mouth directly attacked Kemler himself, and the ghost knight, the guard of the necromancer, was split in half by the lightning on the spot.

he came!

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