Chapter 349 Encirclement
A few unyielding war cries disappeared in the hoarse laughter, and a black shadow rose into the sky, striking out the fire in the north, and suddenly bat wings larger than a dragon appeared in the sky.
It has reached Schwarzport.
Are there still people alive in the city? There are regular legions from two provinces stationed here. They have advanced cannons, mages, and many companies of famous knights camped on the front line. Even a dragon can't expect to benefit from it.
The monster laughed in the sky, and the laughter that sounded like something stuck in its throat almost made Abeson fall to the ground.
A body lost its balance in the strong wind and fell off the wall. It hit the ground with a sound that seemed louder than thunder to Abesen.
It’s gone, all gone.
Nothing like this had ever happened, at least Abeson had never seen any record of it.
What is it? Why is there a monster that can destroy an entire regular army?
Utbad, an ordinary blind old man walked into the city, walked around the city and then went straight to the east, which was the direction of the Oberstern Fortress and the main force of the imperial army.
The sky was almost always bright. The incessant sound of cannons shook the ancient castle that had stood for a thousand years. The bats stopped howling in the face of the light and fire summoned by the wizard, and the undead fell asleep amid the charge of the knights.
The emperor on the griffin held Gail-Maraz high in the air, and just like Sigmar two thousand three hundred years ago, he was the first to climb the heavily guarded castle.
The white fire of the winter wolf danced in his eyes, and seriousness added a god-like majesty to the emperor of mankind. Sigmar's hammer was the authority he possessed.
The griffin under him simply spread its wings and waved away the swords and claws that stabbed out from the darkness.
A long, piercing scream pierced the dark clouds. If the undead had not long forgotten their fear, they would have sought cover on the spot to avoid the predatory gaze of the griffin.
The siege, which lasted less than a day, could be declared over at this point, because the vampires could no longer organize a decent resistance.
On the west side of the castle, further behind the human artillery, "Great Chanter" Kessler nervously watched the expressions of the mages and tensed his muscles.
The same was true for the knights who were monitoring the mage with him.
The confrontation between wizards is still going on. With the smooth advancement of the imperial army on the front line, there are fewer and fewer vampires who can distract themselves from fighting the imperial wizards. This makes the burden on human wizards less heavy. At least they will not be lost in magic and fall into evil because of spellcasting.
Kessler shook off the blood drops on the war hammer, and with a tense face, he looked at the corpse on the ground without joy or anger.
Let's just assume that they died at the hands of vampires. This is better than having them be charged with colluding with the devil. Everyone present knew that they had tried their best.
This is the case with all mages, they often inadvertently come into contact with demons because spellcasting is inherently a dangerous thing.
Fortunately, they were only controlled by magic, rather than directly attracting an army of demons.
Another swordsman raised his sword and chopped off the head of a wizard. The head, with only the whites of the eyes left, had a faint smile on its lips as it quietly looked at the dust and pairs of human legs on the ground.
He was a good guy before the fight started, and he was the only one who didn't get tired of Kessler's hymns to God over and over again.
Kessler would rather he self-destructed after failing in the fight, at least that way he would still be a human being when he died, rather than an empty shell occupied by the devil.
The chanter suddenly understood his colleagues. Who would be willing to accept such power? Magic was clearly a trick used by demons to play tricks on humans.
But it worked, just like any other gift from the devil.
The mages' secret weapons did not have time to be unveiled, and by the time Archmage Volan had time to tell the mages to take turns, this local war had already come to an end.
But Kessler did not feel any joy after the victory, because Ostermark was gone.
May Sigmar bless those who are still alive there, if there are still any living people there.
This small victory was more like a cup of bitter wine. The undead had already been driven out of the province, but humans had not yet penetrated deep into their heartland.
It will be soon. If all goes well, the armies of all parties will meet at Castle Taranhof, and the dwarven allies will continue to exert pressure on South Sylvania until the two armies are able to surround and completely recover this province that has been desecrated for so long.
In Oakhammer, Halid Mountain Shield and the Ironbreakers blocked another wave of counterattacks from the Undead. Nearly a thousand cannons from Strompass blasted the forest between Oakhammer and Dunkenhof Castle into a plain to make it easier for the dwarf warriors to advance.
There was no need to hesitate. More than 300 warriors from various clans advanced steadily to the north after the artillery fire stopped. They might be the smallest "legion" in this battle, but also the one that should not be underestimated.
They guarded the mountain path of the Silver Road with their battle axes, and they blocked the endless green tide with their shields.
The uneven ground could not affect the dwarf's shield formation. The vampires were frightened by the dwarf's terrifying artillery fire and turned into elf sissies. They didn't even dare to show their heads and use ridiculous magic to block the steps of the dwarf warriors.
Perhaps they also knew that dwarves were not so easily harmed by magic, so they were unwilling to risk being blown to powder by artillery shells and use ineffective spells to add atmosphere to the battlefield.
The sporadic gunshots and crossbow sounds were their cowardly last resistance. The vampires didn't even dare to shoot the dwarves' shields with crossbows themselves, and just let their puppets launch a futile counterattack.
Halid held the meteorite shield tightly, and together with his comrades, he pushed the airtight shield formation to the village of Hakasi, but the incessant support artillery took away the soldiers' chance to win honor. At the moment the dwarves stepped into the village, a cannonball calibrated by an unknown engineer fell straight into the castle behind the village, turning it into history.
Waves of complaints sounded unwillingly behind the shield, but Khalid did not join them because he knew there were many enemies on the road ahead.
Further north, the artillery of Oak Village can no longer reach that area.
The boring march continued until the sound of artillery gradually faded away, and in front of them was the plain where the Dunkenhof Castle was located. The Book of Hatred clearly recorded that it was a plain.
To the dwarves' surprise, there were no undead guards in ancient armor, no densely populated vampire lords, and even the Dunkenhof Knights Templar did not wander around the notorious Dunkenhof Plain - because this plain had turned into a big pit.
It was as if someone had hit it from underground with gunpowder that could blow down a mountain, and everywhere the dwarf could see was part of a bomb crater.
As for Duncanhof Castle, can it still exist safely in this terrain change? It seems that the dwarves of Torrent Pass can erase the hatred record about it. Halid only regrets that he can't help them erase this hatred. He is just a witness.
(End of this chapter)
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