Be A Lord Starting Today

"Block them! Block them!"

On the north city wall of St. Quirret, bursts of shouts sounded, but they were soon drowned out by the soaring shouts of killing.

"go!"

Under a tower on the north city wall, a magic priest waved his hands, and several fireballs condensed in the air, flying towards the not far away like cannonballs.

"ah!!"

The three werewolf servants were instantly enveloped in flames, which burned their bodies and melted their helmet boxes.

But before the magic priest continued to prepare for the next round of magic, a crossbow arrow shot out of thin air penetrated his head in an instant.

The crossbow bolt seemed to be wedged directly into the wall of the tower by a heavy hammer.

By the way, "903" also had his head wedged into the wall, and the whole person was firmly nailed to the tower.

"ah!"

After the magic priest was sniped by a crossbow arrow in the distance, dozens of werewolves from the guards flocked to occupy the tower again.

The Templars behind the tower who were preparing to support saw the magic priest being killed, so they took the initiative to retreat.

This small-scale attack ended with the temporary victory of the guards.

But this victory is also a miserable victory.

"How many people have we lost this time?"

Francis was wearing armor, sitting on a stone pier, with his long sword standing on the ground, his hands crossed on the hilt of the long sword, he asked.

"Forty-seven."

A dark ghost werewolf next to him said.

"Another forty-seven people were lost, but it was worth it. They also lost a Mage. There were no casualties among the Dark Ghost Knights of the Supervising Team."

"No, there are still ninety-seven dark ghost knights, and there are no casualties this time."

"Very well, count the time, it's almost here, we've already taken it.

Francis grinned, revealing a mouth full of fangs under the long wolf kiss.

During these 20 days, the guards relied on the supervising team and long-range crossbow arrows for defense.

And the templars and magic priests of the church continued to attack them on the narrow city walls.

But because of the terrain and the tactic of the guards sniping and killing the magic priests first, they successfully repelled the attacks of the templars one after another.

Wearing fully enchanted armor and holding fully enchanted weapons, although they only have two hundred people, they can exert great advantages and combat experience on the battlefield with narrow walls.

It is also with them as the core, combined with Mage's winch-type crossbow, that they can defend for such a long time.

But up to now, only ninety-seven of the two hundred dark ghost knights remained.

The original 20,000 guards now only have more than 12,000 people.

In the past 20 days, the northern city wall, western city wall, and part of the eastern city wall that were originally controlled by the guards are now only the northern city wall itself.

All other sections of the wall were taken back by the Templars.

The offensive and defensive battle on the city wall was extremely difficult and tragic.

This is true whether it is offensive or defensive.

Francis is relaxed, but everyone in the church is full of emotions.

They launched an attack on the city wall occupied by a group of orcs for more than 20 days, but they still haven't completely knocked it down.

This made Bishop Pound, who was in command of the battle, extremely embarrassed.

During the routine prayers of the morning meeting these days, he could no longer hold his head up in front of many cardinals.

"damn it."

Bishop Pound in the city gritted his teeth and looked at the tall city wall in the distance.

"Twenty days, why are these orcs so tenacious?"

Because of the magic defense array of the city wall, Pound couldn't organize the magic priests to carry out large-scale magic attacks in groups.

Their large-scale magic cluster attacks will all be blocked by the magic defense array of the city wall they have always trusted.

It's ironic that the magic defense array used to protect them in the past has now become an obstacle to their attack, firmly protecting their enemies... 0

At this moment, looking at the magic defense array glowing slightly red on the city wall in the distance, Bishop Pound couldn't help but hate the magician who built this magic defense array thousands of years ago.

Damn, it's so solid, what's the point of being so solid, and the magic lasts so long.

So now they want to fight, but they can't fight at all.

Just when Pound was a little helpless and furious, Cardinal Eldridge came here in the Templar barracks where he was.

"Pound."

Eldridge narrowed his eyes slightly and stood behind Pound.

"Eldridge, what are you doing here?"

Pound felt that his body was a little stiff, he turned around and looked at him a little unkindly.

As soon as he turned around, he saw the two judge knights in black armor standing behind Eldridge.

"Her Majesty the Pope will punish you."

Eldridge looked at him.

"No, I, what am I guilty of?"

Pound stuttered a little, with drops of cold sweat oozing from his forehead.

"Battle is unfavorable, fight passively."

As Eldridge spoke, he walked up behind Pound, put a hand on his shoulder, and said, "It's been twenty days, and it hasn't been completely captured yet. The Pope 0.0 wants to rule Yes, it’s your ineffective combat.”

Speaking of this, Eldridge leaned forward slightly, close to Pound's ear, and said softly: "And I proposed this crime to His Majesty the Pope.

"you!"

Pound's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at him in disbelief.

"No! Let me go!"

The two trial knights stepped forward and pulled Pound, regardless of his struggle, and forcibly took him away.

"Eldridge! You're not going to end well!"

Edelrich turned his back and stopped listening to Pound's last cry.

He rubbed his chin and looked at the distant part of the city wall thoughtfully, thinking in his heart: "It seems that it's time to use that."