Chapter Three Dusk

In a small town two days away from the Fortress of Wright, 50,000 troops from the Kingdom of Layton were stationed. After several days of rest, the wounded soldiers had been escorted back to the Kingdom of Layton to recuperate, and the damaged sword and armor were repaired. These warriors who had been through many battles have regained their heroic military posture.

However, King Romon was in a very depressed moment.

All the important generals sat quietly. They had finished what they should say just now, and all they could do is wait for Romon to make a decision. Maybe what they waited for was the old king's surging anger, maybe what they waited for Romon's awakening.

The old king's eyes were filled with blood, and he stared at the two battle reports in front of him.

One is Roger's victory document, saying that he had defeated the Aslofiks with the coalition forces and was now pursuing, and reinforcements from the rear could slow down.

Another battle report came from the front line of the coalition, saying that Rogge colluded with the Aslofiks and refused to send reinforcements, and had cut off the retreat of the coalition. The coalition has retreated to the Pankaro Valley and has not had much food left. Please ask the Holy Alliance to launch reinforcements quickly and reopen the supply line of the Wright Fortress. At this moment, the coalition was not facing the Duke of Doriak, but Pompey's Sea God's Legion and Rockefeller's Storm Mage. Please be careful with the reinforcements of the Holy Alliance.

The coalition's war report was delivered to King Romon by the Rivi City in a hurry, and arrived almost at the same time as Rogue's victory.

Comparing the two battle reports OnePlus, it is actually self-evident what happened on the front line.

However, Romon still looked at the two battle reports over and over again. The old king's heart was in chaos, and he just hoped that all this was not true.

Faced with this amazing fact, all the generals have expressed their opinions. Generals with a little experience understand that the most important thing in front of them is to capture the Kleit Fortress and then rescue the 50,000 coalition forces trapped in the valley. Although Pompey's Sea God Legion's combat effectiveness is terrible, it has not yet reached the point of being invincible in the world, which cannot scare the generals of the Leighton Kingdom.

However, Roger was able to have today's power and betrayal with a sword at critical moments. The big reason for Roger was that he had the support of King Roger. The old king's support for Roger was derived from his favor for Ecres. Many generals in the Kingdom of Leighton who disliked Roger finally seized the opportunity and attacked Ecres fiercely, and strongly demanded that the old king drive her out of the palace or execute her, or at least demote her to slaves.

The old king knew very well what it meant if he attacked Fort Wright.

There are now thousands of elves in the Fortress of Wright. These elves will definitely follow Roger and fight to the end with the army attacking Fortress of Wright!

Do you really want to attack the elf?

However, Ecrel's sad face always swayed in front of Romon's eyes and could not be removed.

There was a dead silence.

Finally, the old king raised his head, his voice was completely hoarse, and he said with great difficulty: "Everyone, I... have decided! We will..."

He took a deep breath and used all his strength to yell out the last few words: "Enter Fortress Wright!"

Most generals breathed a sigh of relief, only Marshal Elams frowned slightly. Clark stood behind the Marshal, and he also captured the Marshal's worry.

At this moment, a sudden sound of footsteps came from far away.

The door of the conference room was suddenly pushed open. The king's personal guard rushed to King Romon regardless of the general's rude gazes that he had been blamed by him, handed over an urgent report and said anxiously: "Your Majesty! This is the most urgent message from the royal city!"

The old king tore open the seal, swept it away, and his face immediately changed. His body trembled involuntarily.

The old king fell into a chair and buried his face in pain.

Now every choice is so difficult and cruel for him.

And no matter which choice, it will cause him to fall into hell.

Finally, Romon raised his head, and in an instant, he seemed to have grown ten years older.

The old king's eyes swept over the generals who had attacked Ecrel one by one, suddenly threw the urgent report at the generals, and roared: "Now you are satisfied!! Prepare a horse for me! I want to go back to the royal city! From now on, the army will be commanded by Marshal Elams!"

Romon looked at Ellamus and said meaningfully: "We grew up together and I believe in any decisions you make."

Ellamus stood up, but stopped talking, but sighed secretly.

The old king's figure left the conference room like the wind, and in a blink of an eye the sound of horse hooves went all the way. The chief guard then remembered that the old king had no one to protect along the way, so he hurriedly chased him out.

Until this moment, the urgent report slowly fell from the air.

There is only a very simple line of words on it: "Eclar fell from the building and committed suicide, his life is in danger."

Marshal Elams stared at the door in a daze, and after a long time he turned around, all the generals' eyes fell on him.

Marshal Elams slowly raised his hand, then waved it and shouted:

"Enter the Fortress of Wright!"

The atmosphere in the Fortress of Wright became increasingly tense. The recruits from the Principal of Alay were repairing fortifications day and night under the urging of the superiors. Nearly 10,000 soldiers were constantly digging the trenches in front of the city wall, and bags of earth and stone were transported onto the city wall.

But isn’t it easy to strengthen a thin fortress in just a few days?

Roger was restless from the early morning. The crystal panel that contacted Ecrel suddenly shattered, causing a shadow to quietly cover his heart. He immediately ordered all the soldiers to immediately divide into three shifts and take turns to strengthen the fortress.

One day later, Rogue's unknown premonition finally came true.

The reconnaissance cavalry of the coalition began to appear around the Fortress of Wright. Obviously, the Holy Alliance already knew the fact of Roger's betrayal and was very clear about the importance of the Fortress of Wright. Following these reconnaissance cavalry, it was the army of the Holy Alliance.

I just don’t know if the army of the Kingdom of Layton will appear in front of the Fortress of Layton.

According to Rogue's prediction, the coalition forces retreating in the Pancaro Valley will have to be wiped out at least five days. Can he hold the fortress for five days?

The number of reconnaissance cavalry is large, and even the Dark Side of the Moon can only hunt a small part of it, and it cannot prevent the reconnaissance cavalry from passing on the virtual and real of the Wright Fortress back.

Seeing all this, Roger, who was standing at the top of the city, sneered. By tomorrow, what appeared in front of the coalition forces would be a brand new fortress.

In the evening, the killer of the Dark Side of the Moon finally brought back a message that Roger couldn't laugh.

The army of the Kingdom of Layton is advancing towards the Fortress of Layton and is expected to arrive at the Fortress at dusk tomorrow. In the direction of the King of Rivi, the 20,000 reserve troops of the coalition forces are also accelerated toward the fortress, and are expected to arrive at the fortress earlier than the army of the Kingdom of Layton.

The only thing that allowed Roger to see a ray of light in the dark is that from the banner, the current commander of the Leighton army is Marshal Elams, not King Romon, and things are not going to be turned on.

It seems that Ecrel successfully brought King Romon back to the city of Leighton.

She completed the mission, and although this could not completely stop Layton's army, Roger knew that she had done her best.

After learning that both armies were rushing to the fortress at full speed, Roger called an elf guardian and ordered: "Notify our engineering troops and act as planned!"

In the night, teams of soldiers unloaded countless wooden boxes about feet from the load-carriage that had been covered tightly and buried them under the city wall.

Hundreds of elves came to the city wall, and they commanded the Are soldiers to pour buckets of water into the place where the wooden boxes were buried. Not long after, countless green buds broke through the ground. Under the control of the elves, these green buds quickly grew taller and thicker, and turned into vines spreading on the city wall.

These elves from the original Eternal Tree Tribe kept urging the soldiers to speed up the watering. Indeed, these vines grew too fast.

After several hours, the vines had covered the entire city wall. The elves' urging sounds even louder. As buckets of water were poured down, the vines no longer extended to the heights, but gradually became thicker, coiled together, twisted and entangled, filling the gaps between each other.

By dawn, the entire Wright Fortress had been worn with a thick and sturdy coat.

The elves looked extremely tired, but they still persisted. Although the Are soldiers wanted to fall asleep immediately, they knew that they had already embarked on a road of no return. It was a little harder at this moment, and after the war began, there would be more hope of living. So they still stared with red eyes, moved their hard steps, dragging buckets of water from under the carriage, and then dragged under the city wall and poured them onto the designated position.

The sky was already dark, and the vines covering the city walls were one meter thick. Under the control of the elves, they no longer became thicker, but gradually became darker, from tender green to dark brown, and became harder, and finally became harder than iron stone.

When it was dawn, a Ticton warrior raised a giant axe and chopped off a giant vine that was nearly twenty centimeters thick in diameter. With a loud bang, although this axe almost cut the giant vine into two sections, the battle axe that had been blessed with magic also rolled the blade and twisted the axe handle. The tall Ticton warrior looked pale, and obviously he was somewhat injured after suffering a violent counter-shock.

The elves nodded with satisfaction. Although this hardness is not as hard as a real stone, it is enough to deal with the heavy infantry of the human race. The unique elasticity of entangled vines has good protection against siege equipment such as catapults and wood.

The final work has begun.

Protrusions began to grow on the vines, and slowly, sharp spikes about foot long were formed. The color of the vines began to turn into a strange blue.

The elves began to call the watering soldiers to be careful not to touch these terrifying spikes. But there were still several soldiers who were too tired and had their feet floating on the vines.

Although the punctured wounds were not fatal, the soldiers quickly twitched and fell to the ground, their skin turned into a strange blue-purple color, and white foam continued to appear on the corners of their mouths, and they died in a blink of an eye.

Although the elves explained that not all spikes are poisonous, and although they all look exactly the same, the Are soldiers carefully avoided these spikes. After all, even these elves didn't know which thorn is poisonous.

It was not until this time that the soldiers discovered that there were three huge elves war trees dozens of meters high in the city at some point. The crown of the ancient tree was like a natural arrow platform, enough to overlook the entire battlefield.

The most leisurely and disharmonious person in the busy fortress at this moment is Seus.

He was not worried about the progress of the battle at all, and told Roche that there were no top powerhouses in the Holy Alliance. Even if the war was not good, at least Roche could still escape, and at most he would throw away tens of thousands of soldiers. With him, Roche didn't have to worry about being assassinated by the Holy Alliance or a special elf on the way to escape.

Roger was amused and cried, so he had to ignore Sius and set up defenses.

As for the elusive death class, which has long been gone, it has long disappeared.

At noon, thick smoke began to emerge from all the woods around the fortress. Roger sent thousands of soldiers to set fire to the forest early in the morning.

In order to facilitate movement, the coalition forces arrived quickly did not carry large siege equipment. At this moment, Roger calculated the time and lit the nearby woods with a fire. Although it could not prevent the coalition forces from finding wood-making equipment, it could always cause some trouble for them. Moreover, once the forest fires burned, they could not be extinguished at will. At that time, there were several fire barriers behind the coalition forces, and any movement of troops would cause great inconvenience.

After setting fire to the forest, all the elves looked very ugly.

As dusk approached, 20,000 reserve troops and 50,000 Leidon troops arrived at the city of Fortress. For a moment, all the soldiers were shocked!

This is not the Wright Fortress they remember!

At this moment, the Fortress of Wright was no longer as desolate as before, but turned into a giant beast covered in a purple light with a strange blue and covered with terrifying thorn armor, looking at the coalition forces with a grim smile.

Marshal Elams led the generals to the front of the formation and carefully observed the new Fortress of Wright until it was dark. Then he ordered the siege equipment to be made overnight and the morning after siege.

All the coalition soldiers were in a very heavy mood at this moment.

Facing the Wright Fortress, which suddenly wore thick armor and gave birth to barbed barbs, although they were still confident to break it, no one knew how many bodies would be needed to support a road leading to the fortress city.

It's late at night.

This is a night when the north wind blows vigorously and the moonless.

Under the cover of night, a knight secretly ran towards Wright Fortress.

A thousand meters away from the fortress, he was shot down from the horse by several black shadows that suddenly appeared. The shadows were extremely clean and neat, and instantly tied the knights to the fortress, and then ran towards the fortress with him quickly and incompetently. Just looking at their delicate figures, it was impossible to imagine that a knight with such a heavy back could run at such a speed.

After a moment, the knight sat in front of Roger.

"Mr. Clark, it's been a long time since we met." Roger greeted with a smile. Although he was facing tens of thousands of troops under the city, Roger could not see any tension on his face.

Clark observed Roger for a while, but he really couldn't have imagined that this fat man he looked down upon back then had the ability to hold back the throat of the entire Holy Alliance in a short period of time.

"My uncle wants to see you alone. It will take half an hour to see you at the fortress city."

"Marson Elamus? Isn't he afraid that I will kidnap him and create some chaos for Layton's army?"
To be continued...