After a long time, the lion opened his eyes and ordered his soldiers to set up camp on the spot and prepare for the subsequent attack.
Inside the fortress, on a high stone tower, Isaiah used a telescope to look at the army that was gradually approaching from a distance. He saw that the other side had set up camp on the mountainside and began to build a defensive position. He put down the telescope and asked several mages and officers beside him.
"Can we use magic to bombard the enemy's position?"
"It can be done, but I'm afraid the effect will not be very good, because the momentum of gathering magic power and controlling spells can be easily detected, and there are also a certain number of spellcasters in the opponent's camp who can resist interference." The old wizard muttered.
There are few mages in the western territory, and their strength and heritage are far inferior to those in the southern territory. Isaiah is aware of this. He turned around and asked the officer on the other side.
"How many shells have been delivered so far? How many rounds of bombing are there?"
"General, our artillery currently doesn't have enough range to bombard the enemy camp from inside the city. It's clear that the enemy has a full understanding of the range and caliber of our artillery. If we want to fire, we can only fight outside the city."
"I know, but that's not the problem."
"Report to the General, our artillery shells are sufficient for five rounds of bombing. At the current supply rate, we can bomb ten rounds in three days."
"10 rounds?" Isaiah looked at the camp in the distance and began to analyze and calculate in his mind.
He wasn't worried about conventional combat power; he could easily resist, or even suppress, this improvised, ragtag army. However, his greatest concern lay with the great knights wielding holy swords under Jaelan's command. He wondered what kind of blessing they had received to possess such a large number of holy relics.
Such unexpected conditions were not something he could interfere with or resolve.
It seems that I can only let it go for now today.
After thinking it over, he began to think of other possible ways to win. Although he had rich experience in legion combat, in this extraordinary world, the existence of certain special strong people often became variables that needed special consideration. This made it much more difficult to deal with, and even he found it difficult.
"So, you are the supreme commander of this fortress?"
While Isaiah was still lost in thought, two special women slowly descended from the sky.
The officers and mages beside him immediately picked up their weapons, built up a defense, and blocked Isaiah behind them.
"Hmph!" The witch in white dress waved her hand lightly, and the barrier in front of her shattered into pieces, and the mages and officers were swept aside.
At this time, Isaiah was the only one left standing on the city wall. His expression became solemn. He slowly pulled out the long sword at his waist and held it in front of him. A considerable amount of magic power and momentum slowly surged out of his body and began to burn.
As a graduate of Emenas, he now has the strength of Sequence 6, second only to some rare geniuses.
"But it's still very weak. No wonder the witch has been staying at home and doesn't have to come over." Gabriella appeared in front of Isaiah in the blink of an eye, and gently pinched the sword with her fingers, so that no matter how hard Isaiah tried, he couldn't move it at all.
"However, compared to those old men, you, the general, are much more pleasing to the eye." After putting down the sword, Gabriella stepped back instantly with an expression of admiration on his face.
"Then let me show you my treasure trove of weapons."
After she finished speaking, a number of weapons with different shapes and extraordinary expressions emerged from behind her.
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