The night was deep, and the hazy lights sprinkled from the tall and narrow crystal glass windows of the banquet hall were not enough to completely dispel the darkness on the terrace. Roppennie Glen stood quietly on this empty terrace, lowering his head to look down at the place where Viscount Carroll fell.

Behind her, the lights from the banquet hall shone hazy through the crystal glass window into the night sky, appearing blurry and weak, and even the music coming from the banquet hall seemed to be almost illusory.

"It's really silent..."

The viscount stood in the night for a moment and suddenly said softly.

As she finished speaking, a slightly magnetic voice came from the darkness: "You took some risks if someone discovered it would be bad."

Penny Glen was not shocked by this voice because she had already known the other party's existence. She turned her head and saw a figure walking out of the hidden place in the dark. She was tall, handsome face, and impressive blonde hair. This was a typical silver elf.

The blonde Saldrin, a high-level elf ranger from Cecil's leader, was led by him to the team secretly connected to the city tonight.

Looking at the elf ranger in front of her, Viscount Roppenni's eyes couldn't help but fall on the strange-shaped black armor made of alloy guardrail and solid leather. This armor is the standard for "Steel Rangers". Just tonight, dozens of steel rangers had already sneaked into the fortress under the cover of her and her personal followers, and lurked everywhere in the city walls.

She felt particularly happy when she thought of what these steel rangers were going to do in the city.

"Carol is a rare smart man among those stupid nobles, and he is too cautious and keen," Roppennie retracted her gaze and turned her head to look quietly in the direction of Viscount Carol's fall. "At this critical moment, I don't want this variable to survive."

"In fact, we don't care about this variable," said Saldrin, looking at the visceral woman in front of her. "This fortress will face its fate tomorrow. No matter what Mr. Carroll sues, no matter what the commander of the fortress responds, it doesn't matter, but your move will easily put yourself in danger."

"It was still very smooth in the end, right?" Roppeni Glen smiled slightly. "And personally, it is really a pleasant thing to push "Mr. Carroll" down... no one will find it. Even if someone sees the body under the castle tomorrow, everyone will only lament that the drunken and fallen Mr. Viscount died young."

Saldrin looked at the Viscount's eyes quietly, and after a long time, he slowly said: "I just want to remind you, be careful to be blinded by hatred."

"Please rest assured, I have been waiting for eleven years, and I will not lose my mind at this time," said Roppeni Glen, who had known why the high-level ranger appeared for a long time. She shook her head slightly and whispered a low smile. "And I am still looking forward to the beautiful world that Duke Gauwen promised, so naturally I will not act recklessly."

"That's good," Saldrin nodded slightly, his body retreated, and disappeared little by little in the dark night, his voice drifting in the night: "Don't forget, a loyal hymn."

This is Cecil's unique internal code, or a certain "common phrase" used in a specific state. Although it is not very clear about its profound meaning, Roppennie Glen still whispered to the empty night sky with a pleasant mood: "A hymn of loyalty..."

...

It seemed as Sir Maryland expected that the Cecils gave up their plans to attack forcibly after discovering that their magical devices could not quickly break through the fortress. Until the sun rose the next day, the Cecils still did not "fire" again. The magicians on the Mage Tower used the Eye of the Mage to confirm the situation of the enemy's camp, and reported that the Cecils only divided a part of their troops and advanced a short distance to the northwest, and then established a new camp on a high ground there. Apart from this, there was no sign of any active attack.

In the military hall of the Castle District, Sir Maryland marked the position of the Cecils on a rough map on the plains. He pointed his sword at the enemy's new camp and said to the others: "This place, compared with the first camp of the Cecils, it is not much closer to the Rock Fortress, but is only closer to the White Water River. What do you think?"

A southern nobleman stood up and said, "I judged that this was established by the Cecils for the convenience of obtaining water. After all, they walked on the 'Baigu Mountain Road' when they entered the plains, and the exit was too far from the Baishui River."

"They don't seem to be very brave," Sir Maryland clearly agreed with the noble's statement. "It seems that after realizing that their magic device is not useful, they began to worry about the catapults of the Rock Fortress. They had to go so cautiously when choosing the water withdrawal point..."

The situation seemed to be moving in the direction that Sir Maryland expected: the Cecilians' "Sky Fire Myth" failed in the fortress's powerful magic barrier, and the rumored extremely terrifying army can now only fight a long-term battle with the fortress, and they seem to be afraid to advance to the trench plane on the city wall, which further proves his previous conjecture:

Those Cecil soldiers were all exposed to magic props, and they actually lacked courage.

This means that as long as the attack continues to be frustrated, the morale of the Cecils will definitely drop very quickly...

...

On the second high ground where the Cecil Corps was stationed, Knight Philip was supervising the deployment of the new artillery positions, and on a transport vehicle behind him, the figure of Knight Byron was emerging over a Magic Net communicator.

"So, those soft guys in the Rock Fortress are really not coming out?" The old fried dough stick knight, who was a mercenary, never cared about his demeanor when he spoke. He shouted in a loud voice, "I thought they would at least come out to fight you symbolically before you fire..."

"They are not stupid. They realized the power of guns and cannons during the proactive attack a few days ago," Philip said casually, then raised his head and looked at the towering city wall filled with magical glory of the Rock Fortress in the distance. "But then... the magic barrier of Rock Fortress is indeed a little more powerful than I thought."

The Byron Knight was stunned for a moment: "Hey, what you said is different from what you said before. What does it mean to be a little more powerful than you think are really useless to that thing?"

"That's not yet. The power of the Magic Crystal Rail Cannon is always effective, but the strength of the barrier is really high. It completely withstands the shelling last night. Although it only fired twelve rounds to test it, it was already surprising," said Knight Philip very honestly. "I guess if I want to use the Magic Crystal Rail Cannon to deal with this barrier, I will need to bomb it continuously for at least six hours."

"Hey, what's the barrier that can be broken is so great that the nobles in the fortress are probably still celebrating their barrier indestructible at this time," Byron's tone was filled with disdain, and he said immediately, "Don't waste ammunition on that barrier and leave it to the rainbow cannon."

Philip frowned: "Just say that, when will you arrive?"

"It's getting soon, it's on the way. Miss Rebecca has begun to check the magic circuit on the ship to prepare for the firing," Byron waved his hand in the holographic projection of the communicator. His voice and picture were a little distorted. This is because he is located on the warship in the White Water River. The signals are completely transmitted by the Magic Net Relay Tower along the White Water River. The coverage of these relay towers just set is far from enough. Even in some sections, the signals will be interrupted and lost. "According to Miss Tyre's speed, we will arrive in more than five hours..."

"I will do another shelling at noon," Philip interrupted Byron. "I think the magic barrier of the Rock Fortress is very... valuable. The magic technicians in the army think so. I want to test the strength of that barrier with artillery as much as possible, observe how it runs. If Master Carmier and Miss Jenny crack the secret of this giant shield, it might come in handy in our hands."

Byron looked at the serious Knight Philip in surprise: "When did you still be interested in magic?"

Knight Philip stood up straight, looking solemn: "I am only interested in the interests of the territory and the people."

"If you are a mercenary, I'm afraid you'll be sold to the arena on the first day. And if you are sold, you will feel full of glory." Knight Byron showed a look of "It's embarrassing to work with such a young man", and then squeezed out a strange smile. "But seriously, it seems that there are people in traditional knights like you who are really eating this set of Miss Margarita behind you."

After saying this, Byron quickly ended the communication, while Philip turned around after a brief moment of daze and saw Margarita, the female knight from Kant area, standing behind him, looking at him with an admiration.

"There are not many people like you who still adhere to the virtues of knights in this era." said the female knight sincerely.

"This is my duty, Miss Margarita," Philip said seriously with a stern face, "Can the large accelerator be shove before noon?"

"You will hear their cannon roaring on time."

...

At noon, when smoke from cooking fires rose from the inner city of Rock Fortress, Cecil's army finally began the second round of artillery.

The strange sound, the harsh roar, and the explosion like a thunderous explosion. These things once again enveloped the defenders of the Rock Fortress. However, compared with the panic and confusion that was suddenly bombed the day before, the confusion brought by this bombing was obviously much smaller. After the noble soldiers in the fortress were instinctively nervous, they found that the powerful magic barrier was still shrouded over the entire city, and then they calmed down.

Some people even climbed onto the outer wall with the courage to shout and laugh at the direction where the Cecils were.

The magic crystal shell exploded on the magic barrier outside the city wall, and the power of the deadly explosion was completely blocked. Even the deafening loud noise was weakened a lot due to the barrier interference. The most courageous soldiers and knights were only watching the fun at a safer distance at the beginning, but soon, I don’t know who started, but someone actually ran to the section of the city wall facing the shelling, watching the explosions exploded in mid-air from the close distance.

Surprisingly, most of the people who did this were not the knights and soldiers of the Rock Fortress, but the southern nobles and their private soldiers who were frightened by the "fire explosion" all day long, like a dog that was stranded.

They seem to be using this to show off their courage or vent their fears a month ago.

Roppeni Glen stood on a lookout stand far away from the city wall, looking at the ugly Southern Knights and soldiers on the city wall with a cold expression.

Compared with the coalition soldiers who were completely exhausted from all their will during their post-war escape and were captured by the Cecilians like walking dead, the psychological trauma left by these noble soldiers who fled to the Rock Fortress early seemed not serious enough...

But it doesn't matter, their psychological trauma is coming.

The viscount woman raised her head and looked southwest of the fortress.
Chapter completed!