Chapter 562, The Final Siege

ps: I finally caught up, it's not easy for me.

"I need your descendant of the blood dragon to swear here never to return to the Kingdom of Knights." Blinded by money, Ryan swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said with some difficulty: "Otherwise this agreement is meaningless."

"Yes." Abbott Wallace's face is full of arrogance and confidence. Ryan has rarely seen a person with such extreme confidence and arrogance. Abbott Wallace is one, and his brother Angron is one. , Landuin counts as one.

The blood dragon ancestor in front of him has absolute confidence in his own strength, and the confidence in his eyes is enough to support him to make any decision and complete any idea. In short, Aibo Wallace and Angron Like Landuin, they firmly believe that their force can break through all difficulties and destroy all enemies.

Such self-confidence can only come from a man who has been tested and tested by all imaginable tests.

Ryan suddenly felt a little regretful, and he couldn't help but recall the unfinished duel between him and Landuin.

That's right, the unfinished showdown.

In fact, the duel between Ryan and Landuin was not fair. This unfairness was reflected in the fact that Landuin was at the peak of the sanctuary, close to the strength of a demigod, and Ryan, a holy grail knight at the beginning of the sanctuary, was duel, and the unfairness was reflected in the fact that As a living person, Ryan's physical strength and injuries can be recovered infinitely, which is determined by his strong resilience as the Primarch.

No matter whether it is physical strength or injury, Kolanduin will not be recovered, because he is already a dead person, and the divine power of the fairy in the lake can only revive him temporarily, and cannot really make him return to a living person. He will become weaker and weaker, his injuries will only become more and more serious, and his physical strength will only become more and more exhausted.

So to put it bluntly, Ryan barely defeated the opponent by exhausting Landuin's physical strength by relying on his ability to carry and fight. If Landuin was alive, he really didn't know how long it would take to decide the winner. .

"In that case, let's make a deal." Ryan breathed a sigh of relief after seeing Aibo Wallace nodding, and said in a muffled voice, "How are you going to take your blood away? I know that there are more than one in Musilon City." Only the vampires of the blood dragon family, I only promised to let the blood dragon descendant vampires go, but I didn't promise to let go of all the undead."

"When you defeat Mu Xilong, I will naturally enter the city and take away all my blood." The ancestor of the blood dragon has absolute confidence in this, and his voice is full of indifference: "You just attack the city .”

"I see." Ryan nodded. He looked at the Blood Dragon Patriarch warily, as if hesitating whether to leave now or ask someone to move the wealth away.

"Leave it to me." The ethereal voice of the Green Knight came: "I will work with the lost children to transport these treasures to your castle in Jin."

"Thank you very much! Your Highness the Green Knight." Ryan quickly expressed his gratitude to the Green Knight.

"Go, go and conquer Musilon, and fulfill Landuin's last wish. This land has been lost for too long, and it should be redeemed." The green knight nodded slowly, and he signaled Ryan to prepare for the siege.

"Young knight." Just as Ryan turned to leave, the ancestor of the blood dragon said: "I am looking forward to a duel with you, and there will be a duel between us."

"But it won't be now." Ryan turned his head, he knew that Aibo Wallace was happy to see Hunting Heart.

This is the blood dragon. Abbot Wallace's life creed is the perfect control of the art of fighting. For other vampires, they like to enjoy themselves, desire to rule, and learn magic, but these are secondary to the blood dragon family. Most importantly, the only thing the blood dragonborn really care about is fighting. They believe that the purity they pursue will bring them everything. They will become the ultimate warriors and surpass the shackles of vampires, touching the realm of gods.

Just like Abbott Wallace standing on the top of a mountain, raising the red dragon with mortal arms and throwing it down the cliff.

"Those who do not taste blood are not sharpened."

Blood Dragon Patriarch Abbot Wallace

"Yes,

Not now. "Aibo Wallace's voice was full of excitement: "I have already fought with those few golden corncobs in your territory, which makes me very happy. I like such an opponent worthy of a fight. "

"???!!!"

"Go, go and attack Mu Xilong, and I will naturally appear at that time." The ancestor of the blood dragon said no more, he signaled Ryan to go: "Except for my son, Mu Xilong's other undead are at your disposal .”

"I see." Ryan couldn't help but glanced at the astonishing wealth in the box again. He smiled self-deprecatingly, and a little enlightenment flashed in his eyes. He understood why even the emperor would compromise on some issues. .

Because the situation is stronger than people, even the lord of mankind will encounter painful choices on many issues. In many cases, ideals are just a slogan. If you can't be grounded, everything is empty talk.

This is what the father-in-law has always taught Ryan. In diplomacy and internal affairs, there are some things you have to insist on, and some things you have to learn to compromise.

At this juncture, Ryan needed the money so much, he had to compromise in the face of so much money.

Allowing the blood dragon patriarch to take away his blood descendants is a compromise.

Asking them to swear never to return to the Knight Kingdom is insistence.

"Etiquette has scriptures and rights." Ryan muttered, and his figure disappeared into the depths of the forest.

"Maybe you're right." Abbott Wallace's expression was a little reminiscent: "He changed this kingdom."

"...This kingdom needs new power." The Green Knight's voice was somewhat sad: "Landuin has entrusted everything to Ryan, and time will tell everything."

………I am him who changed the dividing line of the kingdom………

Three days later, Mu Xilong was inside the camp of the besieged army.

Several large iron balls with thorns were placed in front of the dwarf engineer. The dwarf engineer Dugan-Tiehan had a gray face, and his body exuded a strong smell of black powder. Many onlookers suspected that as long as there was a little spark, the dwarf engineer It will immediately explode on the spot.

Opening the cork of the glass bottle, the last bit of black powder was poured into the big iron ball, Dugan Tiehan nodded: "Then, that's almost it."

"Hahahaha~ This is all we have in stock, enough for the damned undead to taste the wrath of the dwarves." Halhaver, the chief engineer of the Angrund clan, also said beside him: "This is the magic of the dwarves. "

"Ah? I heard that dwarves' magic is not rune magic?" Ryan watched the result from the side.

"No." Belega caressed his long beard, and the King of Bafeng Mountain shook his head: "In history, there was a dwarf magician, and that is a very old story. When, you know, Brother Lane, Eight Peaks was the first stronghold of the Dwarves, and its history is older than the present Karaz-a-Kalak."

"Hmm~ Then why did you lose your magic in the end?" Alaros, the wood elf lord, hated this kind of temporary workshop full of steel and gunpowder, but Alaire's God's Chosen champion really felt these history. curious.

The history of the wood elves is basically passed on by word of mouth. Whenever they are full of food and drink, the Eslai will gather together to light a bonfire and start telling stories. Their history is passed down in this way, but in the long evolution Among them, the history of the wood elves has been deliberately distorted and modified seriously, and all the wood elves know this in their hearts.

Because even the most ascetic wood elves still have a stand. Those disgraceful and disgraceful pasts will be gradually erased and omitted by the "Spring and Autumn Brushwork", while those glorious, interesting, and full of The history of commemorative significance will be constantly exaggerated and enlarged, and then many details will be artificially added.

And Alaros is the victim of this kind of thing. When he and Lilith met, he was too agitated and told all the wood elves about the matter in one breath. Therefore, this story has evolved into countless versions. Some said that the goddess was so moved that she gave her clothes to Alaros to bandage his wounds, and some said that the goddess was so moved that she had sex with him in the wild on the spot.

Alaros is proud and aggrieved about this kind of thing. On the one hand, he has a sense of pride that the goddess really favors me, and I am locked with the goddess. On the other hand, he is actually with Lilith under the moon. After wandering for a while, the goddess of the moon, the high elf, told him about her plan for the "new world", and hoped that Alaros would become the Asuryan of the new world.

It's a pity that Alaros was still too young, too innocent and naive at that time, and didn't understand what Lilith was saying.

On the contrary, dwarves are much more reliable in the seriousness of historical records. Dwarves often use their own language to record all the events encountered by their clan on slates and books, although they are not particularly reasonable. However, most of the history recorded by the dwarves is sincere and credible, especially in the book of hatred.

"Because the wind of magic is not close to dwarves." Bellegar said in a muffled voice: "Even if he barely uses magic, it won't take long for a dwarf magician to turn into a stone."

"This is the same as many spellsingers in Athel Loren." Araros complained: "Some spellsingers even summon Chaos Demons when they fail to cast spells."

"But the ancestors discovered that magic does not have to be mediated by the body, nor does it have to be used to attack the enemy." Bellegar nodded, thinking that although the wood elves are very annoying, Alaros is not that difficult to get in touch with. Well: "So, some people began to try to fix the wind of magic on stones and anvils, and that's how..."

"The birth of the rune blacksmith." Ryan understood: "It turns out that this is how the rune blacksmith came."

"That's it." Bellega said a piece of history that attracted everyone's attention. He was very proud of himself, thinking that the background of the dwarves was much stronger than these sharp ears and "inferior product makers", so I said a little A little ancient knowledge, these people can only listen to it obediently.

After sealing the big iron ball, Dugan Tiehan said roughly: "Very good, ready, let's start!"

"OK! Let's get started!"

Thirty minutes later, the besieging army finally sounded the horn of the general attack.

This time, Ryan didn't hold back. He ordered the whole army to press on. Both serf soldiers and knights must participate in this attack. All the troops must take Mu Xilong in one go!

The darkness was overwhelming, and the colorful besieging army began the general attack. Several heavy siege vehicles reinforced by dwarves advanced under the protection of the knights. Dozens of artillery fired continuously, including the Empire Heavy Cannon, Hellstorm Rapid Fire Cannon, and Hellstorm Rocket Launcher. The dwarf cannon and the organ gun fired at the same time, and the howling shells crossed dozens of smoking trails and hit the city wall, blasting the defenders on the city wall into pieces.

"Fire! Fire!" The wood elves and dwarves also joined the battlefield. The dwarves thundering gunners desperately poured ammunition. shooting.

At this time, the weak link of Mu Xilong's undead defenders was finally exposed to the besieging army.

That is a vampire, there is no remote control, and the undead can only be beaten passively.

At this time, the Talas War Eagle Guard led by the Lord of the Woodlands Alaros and the Brotherhood of Champion Knights of Quinalis led by François also joined the battlefield! The air force riding a giant eagle and a pegasus charged down from the sky, spinning and knocking the undead off the city wall piece by piece!

"For Orion and Ariel! For Athel Loren!" Alaros rode on the eagle, pulled the bowstring, and the arrow with the power of sparks accurately hit the shoulder armor of a barren grave guard. The grave guard wailed and fell.

"For the lady! For Musillon!" Ryan also personally joined the battle, waving Thor's Hammer in his hand, and the figure of the fairy champion in the lake hovered under the sky like a walking lightning, and a bolt of lightning struck The city wall burned dozens of zombies into a pile of residues. The Griffon Impris neighed loudly. It breathed out lightning and rushed around, carefully avoiding the magic released by the necromancers. It just had a good meal. Now is the time for post-dinner exercise!

"Roar! Roar~~~" Even the Twilight sisters of the wood elves joined the fray, and a forest dragon flew into the sky, breathing out its deadly breath.

Belgar also personally led the siege engine to attack the city gate, and Angrond swore that the guards huddled together to form a tight shield wall.

The siege engine gradually approached Musilon's city gate, and the siege pillar engraved with Grimnir's head slammed on the city gate vigorously, and Musilon's city gate made muffled sounds.

But the city gates are still indestructible. Mousilon Castle has been under the management of the undead for two or three hundred years. Even the battering rams made by the dwarves could not shake the gate.

The vampire baron of the blood dragon family standing on the city wall roared again and again: "Keep going! Keep attacking! Mortals! You only have this strength? It's not enough! It's not enough!"

"If you have any skills, take them all out!"

Mu Xilong's undead do have proud capital, because even after withstood this level of onslaught, the castle still shows no sign of falling. As for the air force of the besieging army, it is only a flash in the pan, because the Pegasus Knight and the Eagle Guard cannot stay in the sky for a long time Flying above them, they tire quickly with their heavily armed knights or wood elf guards.

However, due to a series of previous wars, the number of Musilon's undead defenders has dropped to the lowest point in more than two hundred years, and many places cannot arrange enough guards for protection. Ignored by the undead.

Mu Xilong's underground, under the city wall, and in the dark canal.

The ditch, which was once filled with fierce water, has now been completely frozen by the power of the sorceress, revealing a damp, hollow walkway.

Several dwarven engineers carried the big iron ball filled with gunpowder into the dark ditch. They carefully measured the distance, position, and detonation angle.

"It's done!" After careful confirmation many times, the dwarf engineer finally gave a thumbs up: "No problem!"

"let's start!"