Twenty Sided Dice

? Siegel stepped up to the city wall and finally could see the situation outside. The lords of the south built camps three miles from the walls, and dug trenches and bunkers in the open space between them to transport the siege soldiers under the walls. They fell trees and were installing mobile towers and trebuchets in the camp. Siegel understands that now they are constantly on the offensive, just to hold back his forces and wait for the completion of the siege machine.

In addition to avoiding arrows and transporting troops, trenches can also limit the dispatch of cavalry. Due to the good relationship with the Jackdaw tribe, Heimland had the highest proportion of cavalry in the entire South. It seems that the enemy also knew this information, so he took precautions.

"The enemy is very cautious and rarely shows any flaws," Mana said. "There have been cavalry fighters a few times, but after thinking about it, it seems that they are all traps."

Siegel nodded, raised his wand, and began chanting a spell. The energy of magic keeps gathering in the air as he wishes, and surrenders to his control. The flame soul crystal emits a reddish light, guiding the fire element into the wand. Siegel felt only mild heat in his hands, grabbed the tamed fire elemental, and waved it lightly.

After a loud bang, the fireball exploded in the siege army, the red fire devoured the steel and flesh and blood, and the air of the explosion caused the soldiers to lie on the ground. "It's a magician!" someone shouted.

"It's just an exploding oil tank, nothing to be afraid of." A knight waved his sword, pushed away the hesitant soldier, and started to climb the ladder. At this moment, another "oil can" flew towards him and burst on the ladder. After a flash of light, the knight fell heavily into the soil, covered with charred wood shards, blood poured out of his mouth, and he was dying.

"It's the lord, the lord is back!" The soldiers on the city wall discovered this and cheered in unison.

Siegel waved his wand and threw the fireball again. The siege foes wailed in flames. Roll over and put out the fire with dirt. They looked around in horror, hiding behind knights in fine armour, as if that would protect them.

Only knights are the main body of war. They are the sharp knives and backbone of the army. For honor, for wealth or for love, they came to Heimland, wanting to prove themselves in the war. Siegel just wanted to prove one thing: fire is stronger than meat.

The fireball flew down from the city wall and fell into the densely populated area, effectively curbing the enemy's attack. Some knights took up longbows. He even raised a heavy crossbow and aimed to shoot at the city head. Naturally, Siegel would not be foolish to be a target, constantly changing positions and firing fireballs from all angles.

In the southern lord's barracks, someone silently counted the number of fireballs. "There are already seven fireballs." The man said: "Eight! It seems that the strength of this mage Siegel is really good."

"As expected." A middle-aged knight wearing a silver breastplate and using a badger as his family crest held a string of roasted chickens, smeared it with honey, and grilled it on the fire. "Master Kasper has already explained that the enemy cannot be underestimated, and a mage who can become a lord will not be inferior in brains and strength. But if he appears, it will be good. The fireball will not have a great impact on our army."

"We?" A female mage wearing a red robe with a handsome face but shaved hair snorted: "When did these troops become ours? Felton, you have to find out the situation!"

"When I send Ampa from Nanchao City, Scott from Huaman Mountain, and the Campbell Family from Soft Lake City to the front line, the rest of the army will be ours." Same as using a wand. "Sera, I've helped you a lot!"

Sera knew what Felton was thinking, so she walked behind him and gently massaged his head with her slender, light-white fingers. "Want a reward, huh?"

"Reward?" Felton shook his head. With a flick of his fingers, Sierra lost control of her body. Sit down on the chair next to you. "You have to remember your identity. I am the first apprentice of Master Casper. Only the master can reward me. The most you can do is to pay me. The south has been so long. Have you built the red spire, master? I'm already very dissatisfied. If it wasn't for the sake of you and my classmates in the past, how could I help you?"

Sera blinked hard to show that she understood, and then gradually regained her intuition about her body. At that moment, she seemed to be petrified. The skin, muscles and even the heart no longer belong to him, only the ability to think is left. Are people who are proficient in shape-shifting spells also proficient in body control? Sera didn't dare to think too much, for fear that her thoughts would be betrayed by her eyes or actions. Knox Common will be too good at capturing body language and figuring out the hidden meaning behind it. Sera bowed cautiously and stood aside, watching Felton gnaw on chicken skewers like a savage, letting the grease and honey wet his beard.

It's all camouflage, part of Transfiguration. Felton can't remember his original appearance many times. He has had too many identities and performed too many tasks. However, he always kept in mind that he was the apprentice of Master Casper, and he had to fight for the goals of the Knox Common Association.

No progress has been made in tracking the Black Phoenix and the Golden Dragon, and the truth of these two names seems to be hidden, and no information can be obtained even with the use of divination spells. Felton was afraid of Master Casper's punishment, so he planned to make a contribution in the south, so as to please his teacher.

"Continue to let Andoin's warriors attack until the mage no longer uses the fireball." Felton didn't care about the casualties, and gave a cruel order: "Let the other lords take a good look at it, what is called faithfulness! "

On the city wall, Siegel avoided the bow and arrow, and when he saw the opportunity, he cast a fireball downward, suppressing the entire line of defense. Under the constant bombardment, the militiamen who were lucky enough to escape with their lives all retreated into the trenches, trying to keep their bodies down, letting the storm of flames pass over their heads. They prayed aloud that the benevolent Mother Earth would protect them from the torture of fire and searing.

Siegel immediately changed the target of the attack to the ladder. He summoned the Fire Elemental Hound and ran along the city wall, passing by the defenders. They find the ladder on the top of the city, they will jump up, and then dive down to attack. The knight who climbed upward drew out the long sword in his hand, maintaining his balance while blocking the fiery dog's mouth.

"Release the arrow!" The knight's long sword was bitten, and pain came from the tiger's mouth. He shouted for help: "Where's the archer? Where's the crossbow!"

Support arrived soon after, and the bow and arrow were inserted into the flamehound and set on fire like torches. The knight took the opportunity to withdraw the bitten weapon. Then he cut off the dog's head.

He won, but immediately found himself lost. The Fire Elemental Hound, who stayed on the ladder, had already ignited the wooden ladder with his own body, and the flames burned off the ladder's steps.

The ladder fell. The brave knight fell and fell **** the corpse. Fortunately, he was protected by armor and he survived, but broken bones and dislocated intestines made him incapable of fighting.

"Retreat!" Someone shouted: "Run for your life!"

The militiamen, ignited by the fireballs, ran around, uttering heart-wrenching cries. He rushed towards the Shield River frantically and jumped in wearing armor. Such a scene completely destroyed the morale of the attackers, who jumped into the trenches and quickly retreated. Siegel cast a spell, summoned a floating false eye, and floated out of the city wall to detect the situation for him.

The militia had all retreated, and the wounded knights, supported by their squires, were also withdrawing into the distance. Siegel saw some people still hidden in the trench, clinging to the wall, covering their bodies with sand.

"No one is allowed to open the gates," Siegel said.

"Sir, we need arrows. There are many more available on the battlefield." Mana replied, "We must pay attention to supplies. The cost of war is too great."

Siegel thought for a while, then said, "Hang a basket from the city wall, up to three people at a time." He lowered his voice and said to the female shooter: "There are assassins hidden in the trenches, don't let your guard down."

After the enemy retreated, victorious shouts rang out from the city walls, "Long live the lord!" The human and orc soldiers raised their weapons high, and the howl was deafening.

"Stop yelling and rest!" Siegel said. "They're all idiots, so they'll come up to die. You have to be patient with idiots, you know?"

The crowd laughed. Then go to rest under the arrangement of the half-orc Humke.

"I'm back, my lord." The orc was wrapped in bandages and injured in many places, but his fighting spirit was still high. He pointed to himself. Said: "Can continue to fight!"

Siegel hugged the orc and patted his back—the only place on his body that wasn't wounded. "I'll give you a task, Humke, to put up my banner."

A new flag was raised at the top of Myr City. The black nine-clawed squid danced in the wind on the flag, and its eyes burned with strange flames. All the Confederate troops saw the flag. There was a lot of discussion, and for the first time, worries began to appear.

"That lord actually came back at this time? This is not good news."

"He actually set the dog on fire, it's really cruel!"

"Black magic! Absolutely evil magic!"

"You can't let such a lord control the fortress! This must be a conspiracy of the Starry Kingdom."

"Or from Waterdeep, it doesn't make any difference. They just don't want us to live comfortably!"

"Shut up, I'll go meet him." Felton stood up, "Take my armor, raise my flag, and meet Baron Segal from Joheim!"

The two attendants ran over, and together they carried his armor box, which was lined with cowhide cushions. This armor comes from the craftsmanship of the elves, using a large amount of mithril as the material, which is light and strong. Many places are hollowed out, inlaid with gems and magic runes.

For ordinary warriors, this is just a gorgeous breastplate, but for knowledgeable mages, this armor can greatly enhance the speed of summoning elemental energy, and it will not affect spellcasting at all. The runes on the armor also enhance the effects of spells such as protection from arrows, deflection shields, elemental resistance, etc., and are a very precious gift.

Felton buckled his belt and hung up his short sword and dagger, heavy. Both weapons have a special design, with a magic wand hidden inside, which can be unexpected in battle~www.readwn.com~ The groom brought his mount, which is a sturdy brown horse, very luxuriously dressed armor, leaving only the eyes and ears leaking out. Spears, javelins, and heavy crossbows hang beside the saddle, and on the other side are shields and sets of locks. Felton watched all this with satisfaction and moved his neck a little.

"Sir, why do you condescend to end? Can't anyone on our side share your worries?" A tall man stood up, his bald head touching the top of the tent. His body was two people wide, and the warhorse was just a bigger dog in front of him. The man's name is nowhere near as loud as his nickname: "Bald Bear."

"Bald Bear, your hands are itchy again?" Felton laughed: "You are just an ordinary knight, you don't even have a title, will the lord care about you?"

"Then I'll scold him to death! I'll scold his whole family!" Bald Bear said with a smile, "I heard that he's a good bitch, I'll talk about it after I get over it!"

"Presumptuous! It's shameful not to talk about the dignity and etiquette of the nobles!" Viscount Jasper Beeders shouted loudly. Although no one responded, many people frowned and nodded slightly.

"A rude person who only knows how to fight can only be loyal. What's wrong?" Felton said to the crowd with a gentle smile: "Let the big bear try it, and it's good to knock the opponent's morale down." ( To be continued.)