Come to another world and become a lord

At the top of the tower of Greyburg's main building is a square wooden room. The room is not big and is usually used to store unused sundries. But now it has been vacated. It is used to accommodate wounded and exhausted soldiers. When Carl came up the ladder, he saw Selena bandaging the wound of a sister of the Fire Rose. Another injured Fire Rose Guard was shot in the leg. Although it was not serious, he had lost his ability to fight. This is the 8th day of the battle. In the 8 days, the outer wall of Greyburg has been completely lost. The local defenders have been exhausted in the repeated attacks, perhaps killed or captured. Among the 10 local knights, 3 were injured and 1 died in battle. Although the Fire Rose Guards did not die in battle, 5 were injured and temporarily lost their combat capability, and their combat power was directly reduced by half.

As a last resort, they even organized all the servants in the castle to defend themselves, but these people had never held a weapon and had no fighting skills. In less than half a day, they were all defeated. Most of them chose to surrender, but even so they could not escape the fate of death. Not long after that, Aeron executed all the prisoners of war in the parade ground outside the main building.

Now Carl and his men had to rely on Alia, the knights who could still fight, and the Fire Rose sisters to retreat to the main building of the castle. It was the last moment. There were only 13 people who could still fight, including Carl himself. Selena took on the responsibility of taking care of all the wounded, and everyone was exhausted. Alia became the main force of resistance. She relied on the narrow porch and corridor, and the advantage of the length of her halberd to stab the invaders to the ground one by one, leaving piles of corpses. However, everyone understood that no matter how brave she was, she could not beat four hands with two fists.

Carl knew that failure was only a matter of time, but he had no time to think about it. He came up just to catch his breath. The long battle was a bit exhausting for him. He sat down, took out his water bag and took a few gulps of beer. He didn't dare to close his eyes, because he would fall asleep if he did. He just sat for 10 minutes, and when he felt his strength had recovered, he stood up and was about to leave.

But I saw Alia also walked in, the latter was covered in blood, and it was obvious that she had just experienced a fierce battle. She was holding a long sword, and there were even pieces of meat hanging on the sword.

The girl opened her mouth and said:

"The first floor has been lost."

Carl nodded. This was expected. Such a small number of people was not enough to defend the entire main building. The first floor was too spacious, so it was inevitable that it would be lost. It was a miracle that they could hold on for so long. However, this meant that they were in a desperate situation. The loss of the first floor meant that they would lose the underground storage room, all the food, drinks, and weapons. Now they had nothing left, but they had no choice. The structure of the castle determined that they had to go upstairs. If they went to defend the basement, they would only die.

Then he saw Arya put the sword on the ground, panting, and then sat down and said:

"We have burned a section of the ladder between the second and third floors. They should not be able to attack for the time being."

"Yeah." Carl nodded again. He knew very well that this kind of ancient castle was designed for defense, especially the third floor, which was often the last stronghold after the castle was basically conquered. It was easy to defend but difficult to attack. But the question was, did they need to attack again? Reaching the third floor meant that they had almost lost all their supplies. Even if Morton did not launch an attack, they would starve to death.

Thinking of this, Carl laughed:

"It's already the 8th day. It looks like everything is over. I lost the bet after all, but I didn't expect to implicate you."

He looked at Alia, but the girl just shook her head:

"I am a mercenary. The fate of a mercenary is to die on the battlefield. What difference does it make if I die early or late?"

In the lobby on the first floor of Grey Castle, Aeron stood there, watching Morton slowly walk in. The latter was wearing exquisite armor and a robe made of animal skin. He first looked at the rooftop, then turned back to look at Aeron:

"I heard you called a halt to the attack?"

"Your Excellency, we have taken control of the storage room. Now that they have lost all their supplies, failure is only a matter of time." Aeron replied respectfully.

"Hmm~" Morton nodded, "You want to starve them to death~"

"That's right." Aeron nodded.

Morton suddenly said:

"But this is too cheap for Carl~"

"My lord, what do you mean?"

Morton added:

"I want to capture him alive and torture him with my own hands, making him wish he could neither live nor die. Only then can I relieve the hatred in my heart!"

"But sir, the third floor is easy to defend but difficult to attack. It's not that easy to take it down..." Yilen said again.

"This is a question you need to think about." Morton said again, "I'll say it again, I want to capture Carl alive, do you understand?"

"Yes~" Ailen lowered his head. He obeyed Morton's order, or rather, he had no choice but to obey him.

The attack started again. When Carl heard that Morton's soldiers began to forcefully attack the third floor, he was surprised. He couldn't understand why. Even if the other party didn't attack, as long as they surrounded him a little more, he would be finished. But why did they still...

"It seems that Morton wants to capture you alive." Alia revealed the other party's intention in one sentence.

"So, this is the last battle?" Carl laughed after hearing this, "At least we can die in battle!"

And Alia also smiled:

"It's much better than starving to death!"

The two men stood up and headed for the stairwell.

Inside Greyburg, the stairwell in the main building became the site of the decisive battle. The staircase connecting the second and third floors was winding and narrow, and the stone walls on both sides were slightly mottled due to age. Dim torches were inserted into the walls, and the flickering flames illuminated the tense faces of the soldiers. The enemy had already ignored the casualties and forced wooden boards on the burned staircase under the arrows.

Carl and Alia stood side by side at the corner of the stairs, their eyes were firm, and the weapons in their hands were dripping with the blood of the enemy. Below, Morton's soldiers, under the command of Aeron, rushed towards the stairs like a flood and beast. They ignored the casualties and only wanted to capture Carl.

Looking at the aggressive enemy below, Carl felt the imminent death, but strangely, he was extremely calm and did not feel any fear at all.

"It looks like everything is coming to an end."

Alia nodded, with an unyielding light in her eyes, and responded:

"We came here together, so let's fight together to the end."

The battle broke out, and the stairwell became a hell of chaos. The two stood back to back, wielding their weapons, and resisting the enemies who tried to rush up the stairs one after another. The people around them fell one by one, accompanied by the sound of metal collision and painful shouts. The number of people on their side was getting smaller and smaller, while the Morton soldiers who came up were endless.

Aeron looked on coldly from below, watching the two people fighting desperately. This was the final moment for both of them. He would personally witness the end of Baron Rickburg. Everything was over. After so many failures, he finally won.

The battle was gradually coming to an end. He had seen the two men looking tired. Suddenly, he heard the sound of a charge horn coming from outside. What was going on? He was a little confused. Why did Lord Morton blow the horn at this time? And the horn didn't seem to be coming from downstairs, but from outside the city.

Just as he was wondering, he saw a soldier stumbling up and shouting at him:

"No, it's bad, Lord Aeron! The enemy's reinforcements have arrived!"

"What reinforcements?" He was incredulous and shouted, "How could there be reinforcements?"

"I, I don't know either~" the soldier stammered, looking confused, "It's just that several armies suddenly appeared outside the city, and they attacked us without any reason! Lord Morton's troops were caught off guard and are in urgent need of reinforcements!"

"What did you say?" After hearing his words, Yilen widened his eyes in disbelief. Surprise, confusion, and fear all surged up at once.