Twenty Sided Dice

?The Confederate Army erected a so-called wall on the periphery of the siege camp, a pile of ten-foot-high crescent-shaped obstacles composed of various miscellaneous items: wicker boxes for woodworking tools, large drums for nails, Heaped logs, sawn boards, and collected bark and sawdust were stacked in bales of sacks.

A row of hardened pickets forming a simple fence, arranged around the perimeter of the barrier wall, is better than nothing. They thought that Heimland would not leave the castle to fight, so why spend so much effort to organize a solid position? In addition, the leadership of the coalition forces is very scattered, and there is no strong monitoring, and they turn a blind eye to the lazy actions of the militia.

The originally busy camp was cleared out, and the unfinished trebuchets were removed, leaving a large open space. In the clearing, Sir Brown was commanding his "Seven Armies" to set up the grounds of worship. They set up the table with marinated lamb, smoked chicken, and cooked grains, and put jars of vegetable oil under the table and sealed the mouth with good wax.

In the presence of the warrior god, do not carry weapons lightly, preferably on the ground and at your feet. This kind of rule is strange, but not too difficult for everyone to accept. It is said that the Lester family has always done this, but it is the first time everyone has seen it.

"No!" shouted Sir Brown to the three helpers at the table. "Take the brazier farther away, and don't get so close to the jar, what if it catches fire? Wrap the trebuchet around with a rope and keep it out of the way. Yes! It's there. Tie the rope, won't you support it with a stick? How stupid! Hurry up, you peasants with pockmarks, hurry up!"

His voice was originally loud, and now his voice is much higher than when he was in the camp. A loud voice is very important when out in the wild. He needs to cover up the neighing of horses, the noise of swords clashing, and even more painful howls of wounded soldiers. Lords use their lungs more for presence, then flags, then their longswords.

In the afternoon, they were busy arranging the scene. The onlookers got bored after watching it for a while and left one after another. Especially when it is time to eat, I am afraid there is only gruel if I go late. The audience here is clean. The lords didn't care about the situation here, and the militiamen didn't have the corresponding knowledge, so they didn't find anything unusual about the entire camp.

There is no holy symbol of the warrior **** here, let alone altars and statues.

The prayer was originally a fake. Baron Brown naturally did not dare to set up a statue. The warrior **** loves heroic combat, and intrigue and betrayal are blasphemous. He tried hard not to look in the direction of Myr City, because he was afraid that his worries about his younger brother would show on his face. When Patrick proposed this plan to him, the shock in his heart was indescribable. How could his always steady and patient brother be so ambitious? But for the family. The idea was a wonderful opportunity, and the moment was fleeting, and he couldn't let him hesitate too much. So at the subsequent meeting, he put forward his own views and took over the siege camp in the name of religious ceremony.

This place originally belonged to the control area of ​​Viscount "Felton", but after the Viscount was burned to ashes, most of the knights have been indifferent. Their honors were basically thrown away by their masters, and it was a joke to stay here in the camp.

Everyone is saying that the real Felton may have been killed for a long time, so these knights who have sworn to protect him are actually working for the target that should be avenged. The knights of other families would not mention this matter in person, but their gazes were still unbearable for the knights of the Felton family.

Thus. The siege camp was completely undefended under the scheming arrangement of Baron Brown.

The sky gradually became dark, and braziers were lit one after another on the battlefield. Although there are only a handful of seven or eight, it is a little troublesome for the army out of the city. Sir Brown was a little worried. If no soldiers came to Myr City, they would not be able to expose themselves. They took the lead in burning the siege equipment with a simple fire.

After dinner, hundreds of spectators gathered to watch curiously, wanting to know the details of the ceremony of the Lester family. So in the absence of the Holy Emblem, Sir Brown reverently knelt before the table. He muttered to himself and waited silently. The knights under his command followed suit, lining up neatly behind him, quietly waiting for orders.

Nothing has changed for a long time. I couldn't see any scenes of gods appearing. It was so dull and unpleasant, so everyone left one after another. By the time it got completely dark, except for a few patrolling soldiers, it was already empty.

Brown waited patiently, and so could he. in his heart. I consider patience to be my greatest strength, the bridge between effort and reward. Resisting the pain from his knees, he pricked up his ears to listen to the movement around him, guessing when the warriors from Heimland would arrive.

He didn't expect a hand to rest on his shoulder.

"Don't panic, I have arrived as scheduled." Siegel's figure gradually emerged. At first it seemed like a distorted reflection in the lake water, but it gradually became clearer. He wears Felton's armor over the mage's robes, and has activated protection from normal weapons, protection from arrows, and shield. These spells make the armor glow very faintly, but without sufficient knowledge of the spells it is impossible to tell the specific effect.

"You alone?" Sir Brown put his hands on his knees and tried to get up.

"Currently yes. I'll be enough to light these siege tools on my own."

"That's absolutely not going to work," Brown said. "If you're the only one here, how will I play with the knights? Besiege you, or put out the fire? If there's an army, we don't need too many people, we can pretend Fight and expand the results."

"I see what you mean," Siegel interrupted. "My mission is to light the trebuchets, and my troops have other uses."

"I don't know."

"Then just watch quietly."

Siegel stood on the edge of the clearing with the finished trebuchet in front of him. These huge guys with a height of more than ten meters used a lot of wood, cowhide, polished animal bones and high-quality steel nails. Their mission is to throw huge stones on the city wall of Myr City. Although the dwarf rune is very strong, it cannot defend against all attacks without limit. Maybe after a few days, the city wall will be broken, causing it to disintegrate little by little - this is what Felton thinks.

But they were about to turn into firewood, and there was no more day to show their power: Siegel opened his arms, closed his eyes, and meditated on the incantation of the fire element, feeling the power of magic in his chest gradually surging. He opened his eyes, waved his wand, and began to draw magical runes out of thin air.

A fireball can only cause an explosion and a small burn. If it is used to set fire, casting a wall of fire is a better choice. Siegel kept gathering the fire element, and he felt that his body's affinity for this element was rising, and now he could control it with just one thought. The burning flame was like an extension of his body. He even has the confidence to walk into the fire without getting hurt.

A dark green ray shot from the cover and flew towards Siegel. The mage was concentrating on casting his magic, so he just had a palpitating feeling.

There was a cruel smile on the corner of Sera's mouth. The scroll of this death finger ray was very valuable, and she spent a lot of effort to exchange it from other mages. For a relatively weak mage. It is difficult to survive the damage of this spell. As long as Siegel dies, Heimland is not a big threat.

She imagined that Siegel was hit by the spell, fell to the ground with convulsions, feces and urine, and died without dignity, and her heart was full of excited ecstasy. The situation in the south has been greatly improved with the help of "Felton", the coalition has been formed, and it is not difficult to support another leader. And Sera thought that since Felton was dead, the credit could all be his own. Harness the wealth of Zebra Mountains. The construction of the Crimson Spire will not be too difficult, after all, you can accumulate merit in exchange for the opportunity to learn advanced spells.

The green ray ran towards Siegel, but was blocked by a transparent barrier and failed to reach its destination. The air distorted for a while, and a shield emblem with complex patterns appeared out of thin air. The green ray hit the shield and was tightly entangled by the tangled petals, which soon disappeared.

At the same time, the figure of a half-elf mage appeared in the air, and he stared coldly at the party scene. At the same time, he waved his hand forward, and a bright flash erupted in the direction of his fingers, only to hear a scream from behind the overlapping obstacles. "my eyes!"

Several apprentices of Mage Edith were also released from invisibility by casting spells, and they used any door to arrive at the location of the flash. The four of them cooperated tacitly and blocked the spells she might use to escape. Whether it is teleportation, vaporization, shadow shifting, etc., there are corresponding mages who are responsible for suppressing them.

With the appearance of several mages, Siegel's army also appeared. It turned out that he invited six mages to join forces and covered Mana's cavalry with an invisible magic circle. Cover them out of the castle gate. The riders carefully circumvented the ditch, silently avoiding the guards, and came to the siege camp without disturbing anyone.

The half-elf Edith poured out a strange set of steel armor from the space bag. The torso part was a tight belt and connected the limbs. Except for the belt, all other parts are extremely heavy pieces of iron. It's not designed for defense, it's all about restricting the wearer's movements. Siegel looked around and saw that the armor was also engraved with a magic circle, which could continuously disperse the surrounding elemental energy. When the wizard wears this armor, it is difficult to cast the formed spell even if he tries his best.

"This is a mage cage," Edith said. "When you violate the rules of the Mage Federation and are punished, someone will put this thing on you. If you isolate the power of the elements, you can't cast spells. "

Siegel nodded ~www.novelmt.com~ but thought otherwise. He still has Nekos's plasma pattern on his bones. Even if he can't attract elemental energy from the outside world, he can convert the power stored in the pattern and cast one or two spells. But there are still some difficulties to overcome, such as the influence of the heavy shackles on the limbs on the casting posture, and it is difficult to do without a wand and magic materials.

"What will you do with this woman?" Siegel asked.

"She will be imprisoned and detained until the end of the Knox Common Association." Edith said: "You are a mage lord, but for the sake of the association, when it is not involved in the affairs between mages, try your best to Act only as a lord."

Siegel shook his head, "I'm not going to tie myself up."

"Magic should not be abused." Edith said: "You have always been devoted to the study of magic, and the elemental rune guards can make your name in the history of spell learning. Why waste too much energy on the battlefield?"

"It's not waste," Siegel laughed. "It's practice." (To be continued.)

PS: Thank you for your support, I feel much better, ummm.