Chapter 144 Recognition from the Female Lord
Myrcella Raul looked from the magic mirror to the western foot of the Griffin Peak.
A long time ago, a small number of mountain people settled on this inconspicuous Griffin Mountain at the junction of the Mokou Mountains and the rocky wasteland. They built stone houses and fortifications to resist the frequent attacks of the wilderness goblins.
It is said that when mountain people are threatened by a terrible threat, they will retreat to a cave within the mountain for safety.
Legend has it that this cave is very deep and can be connected to the Underdark.
However, since the establishment of Mokou Town, all the mountain people have moved to the town, leaving only a pile of ruins of stone houses eroded by wind and rain.
However, at this moment, this long-forgotten ruin suddenly became extremely lively.
The female lord saw the explosions one after another. The spell scrolls and thrown objects of the defenders of Mokou Town were fighting against the crossbows and arrows from the invaders. The fight was extremely fierce.
Watching the battle, she gradually became very worried.
Because she saw that the defenders' array had been forced into a U-shape, surrounded by goblins, kobolds, ferocious jackals and a few ogres.
However, this force still resisted tenaciously, almost back to back. Their front line was still extremely strong, and not many enemies could break through the gap at the top of the U-shape.
Although logically speaking, that is the weakest link, it is almost a cliff, and the defenders have deployed enough troops closely on that front to withstand any charge.
Just as the female lord Myrcella was pleased with this, her hopes were immediately challenged.
She saw hundreds of pairs of combat boots stepping on the ground on a flat grassland under the Mokou Mountains and began to prepare for formation.
The leader of the hobgoblin led his soldiers and the goblin slaves and bugbears who accompanied him to pray together.
They knelt on the grass, chanting loudly the name Magrubier, the patron saint of goblins and hobgoblins, and leaned forward to kiss the earth that was still cold in the morning.
One by one, the hobgoblin priests in red robes began to preside over ancient ceremonies, smearing blood and holy oil on their faces, dedicating the falcon to the hobgoblin god of hunting and fear, and cutting off the antelope's head. Shank, cast into the sacred fire kindled by the hobgoblin god of war and authority.
The hobgoblin soothsayer tossed the bones repeatedly, and the priests held the blades to the sacred fire, enchanting them with spells.
The rising sun on the horizon cast a layer of golden light on the turbulent crowd. Military flags depicting double-sided beheading bloody axes, white-tipped flails, crossed machetes and hand axes trembled in the breeze.
The heavily armed hobgoblin soldiers gathered together in an orderly manner, looking for positions in the queue. The cavalry passed by, their weapons flashing. Some of the spotless shields were painted with ferocious totems, and some were painted with ferocious totems. It is the tusk emblem.
Suddenly, shouts arose from the troops massed along the foothills, and the entire horizon seemed to move, as if dusted with bright obsidian powder.
The hobgoblin army appears!
The hobgoblins are a group of intelligent races that admire military prowess. They don't care about anything except showing their skills and strategies on the battlefield.
The warlords of the hobgoblins are ruthless tyrants. Their interest in strategy, victory, glory, reputation and dominance is far more intense than leading their troops into the battlefield to fight.
Their only goal is to turn any civilized settlement into a Shura field, and hold bloody sacrificial rituals to the goblin guardian gods they believe in.
"Woo! Woo! Woo!."
The passionate war horn sounded, like an ancient war song, driving the well-equipped hobgoblin army to attack with fear of death.
"Glory belongs to my lord!"
The hobgoblin commander shouted and rushed out of the array, lowered himself on his mount, and slowly stretched out his spear. The other cavalry also abandoned the array, Go straight towards the defenders of Mokou Town.
In an instant, different versions of hobgoblin hymns began to sing. Among the goblin slaves, the singing was particularly loud, but these songs immediately fell silent and were overshadowed by a louder hymn.
Soon, the air was buzzing with the chorus of hundreds, and trumpeters joined in with their horns to match the rhythm:
We come to the battlefield,
We orchestrate death ,
They crumble before our shield,
They lie down under our sword!
Their homeland was conquered by us,
Their descendants are enslaved by us!
When the day ends,
the gods lurk before our eyes!
Shura Field! Shura field!
Victory belongs to us!
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As their songs sounded, the earth echoed and trembled, as if the sky was a dome made of huge rocks.
A mixed army of goblins and bugbears, led by the hobgoblin commander, formed a tight arrow formation to serve as the vanguard, like an avalanche, rushing straight into the east flank of the defense line.
The front line in Mokou Town fluctuated under the impact, but in the chaos and crowding, a sharp sword was raised above everyone, and a cry overwhelmed all other voices.
Facing the overwhelming momentum of the hobgoblin army, the young warrior Lando overcame his inner fear. His wild long hair flew in the wind and he devoted himself to the battle.
When the sharp sword in his hand passed through the air, it was suddenly engulfed in hot flames.
Seeing this situation, Lando was surprised and happy, and immediately realized that his nearly twenty days of training under the old sword master Balerius finally paid off at this moment.
On this occasion, he actually mastered the energy of Qi and successfully learned the swordsmanship moves from the Desert Wind Sect.
“When you master the most basic moves of Mokou Swordsmanship, it means that you have successfully mastered the Sage Sword among the Nine Swords.”
"The Sage's Sword is a veteran of physical skills, a master of martial arts moves, a sword mage who understands the supreme path and can unlock various powerful abilities."
"If you perform well enough, I am satisfied, and I will consider baptizing you with dragon blood and becoming a dragon warlock like Salo."
Lando's mind quickly recalled the words and promises the Lord had given him.
Without any hesitation, he grasped the flaming sword tightly, ignoring the short goblins around him, and rushed straight towards the burly and majestic bugbears.
His weapon turned into flame, and with the movement of his arm, the flame exploded into a blinding flash.
A stream of blood splashed!
Every time Lando swung the flaming sword powerfully and swept across it, an enemy fell to the ground and died in the burning flames.
Even when he was attacked insidiously by the enemy, his stern face did not reveal the slightest pain, and his resolute resistance was not hindered in the slightest.
Those bugbears who were lucky enough to escape Lando's first round of furious attacks immediately fled in all directions.
Their commander also panicked, and the sword-like battle formation collapsed into a fleeing rabble.
The first wave of attacks by the hobgoblin armies was repulsed in a short but fierce battle.
Although the warriors of the hobgoblin race fought as fiercely as devils and as ruthlessly as mercenaries, the defenders responsible for the defense here stubbornly resisted their charge.
No one fell into the hands of the hobgoblins alive. Facing the cruel hobgoblins, they could only choose to die in battle.
Lando saw his friend Tuka lying dead on the ground. Two goblins stabbed him with daggers. They wanted to drag him away from the barricade, but they failed to stand up again. Because Tuka also has a short sword.
Although the number of enemy troops doubled, Lando believed that the Lord placed them here not to let them die.
After all, once this place is lost, the five villages surrounded by wooden stakes will be completely exposed to the sight of the hobgoblins, and countless slaves who have just regained their freedom will be massacred.
The hobgoblin's army can even take down the defenseless Mokou Town in one go.
Besides, as the guardian of Mokou Town, he will never take a step back, just like his brother faced the flames of the Red Dragon during the Red Dragon Rebellion ten years ago.
Because his brother was also the captain of the Mokou Town garrison, which was his responsibility.
Lando unconsciously recalled the words of his friend, the young Purple Dragon Knight Alek:
“Protect civilians from being hung from trees, stabbed with swords and slowly bleed to death, protect beautiful girls from being tied to stakes, have their legs forcibly spread apart, protect children from being massacred and then thrown into The well, even the cat in the lit barn, which is about to be burned to death, is worthy of protection. The purpose of getting this sword is to protect the people of the Kingdom of Cormyr and Mokou Town, because they have no swords and do not understand magic. No one has taught them how to fight. Facing the invasion of evil creatures, they are both fragile and helpless."
The hobgoblins did not give them any chance to breathe, and the second wave of troops was quickly organized and launched again. A charge that brought despair to the defenders.
Lando saw his uncle Zander being stabbed by three spears and falling to the ground.
"Lando!" He shouted vaguely: "You should know what to do."
Lando neatly dealt with another hobgoblin and swung over.
"Farewell, uncle." He aimed the tip of his sword at the bottom of his uncle's sternum and thrust it hard, "Maybe we will meet in hell soon!"
In just a moment's breath, the hobgoblin's third Three waves of cavalry rushed to the ruins again.
"There will be many people praising this group of brave warriors." The female lord Myrcella, who was sitting in the tower and watching, said to herself.
But she knew very well that the prerequisite was that the defenders must win.
Once the hobgoblin army completes its conquest, all heroic deeds and heroic words will be buried. She really wanted to help these tenacious defenders at this moment, but thinking that her enemies, Hand of the Supreme King Hajhorna and Prince of Shadows Desude from the City of Shadows, were definitely waiting for her to show up in secret, so she forced herself to I suppressed a hint of impulse in my heart.
People often say: A wizard is equal to a thousand soldiers on the battlefield, and ten thousand sinners in hell.
"Zhentarim." The female lord forced herself to calm down and stared at this army of hobgoblins from the Mokou Mountains, guessing the person behind them.
At the same time, she realized that the enemies faced by Mokou Town were by no means as simple as Yinhun City.
The Zhentarim were also waiting for an opportunity, and when the two sides were in a stalemate, they stabbed Mokou Town in the back and gained control of the town.
A town located at a desert intersection is actually involved in the competition between three powerful forces at the same time.
“It can’t be like that.”
The female lord secretly made up her mind that even if Mokou Town was lost, the war would not fail.
All the forces of the Kingdom of Cormyr will be devoted to the fight against the City of Shade and the Zhentarim.
She will go to Rock Keep, Tiffanydon, the Vale, to Suthar and Mashamber in the south, and even recall Azern V's army from the Dragon Coast expedition.
Combine all forces to recapture Mokou Town, the gate that can protect the northern border of the kingdom.
"This war will not be lost." The female lord reminded herself. She looked down at the resolutely defending warriors below. They tenaciously resisted the charge of the hobgoblins and fought bloody battles.
They continued to die from arrows, spears and swords, and never took a step back.
The young warrior holding the flaming sword was covered in blood from head to toe.
He raised his sword, turned around sharply, swung his long black hair, and stood among the enemies, his back arched, his eyes full of ferociousness, looking like a demon.
He roared fiercely, causing the hobgoblins to retreat in fright.
At this moment, a commotion broke out behind the victorious hobgoblin army, and a large group of ferocious female wolf spiders that were larger than heavy war horses appeared without warning.
The hundreds of female wolf spiders that appeared all had a heavily armed gray dwarf warrior riding on their backs.
The female wolf spider uses its eight sticky legs to easily walk over the cliffs with no roads, like a black waterfall of noise, rushing straight into the foggy trees, like an ominous shadow sliding through the air. .
Covered by the shadows of the jungle, these inhabitants of darkness have no need to worry about direct sunlight.
Accompanied by the birds rising from their nests, flapping their wings and flying into the sky.
The gray dwarf warriors on the Wolf Spider's back took out their crossbows one after another, pulled the triggers, and poured out every deadly crossbow arrow.
The crossbow arrows came like a storm, drawing a trajectory almost parallel to the ground, like a swarm of locusts swooping on the shields and armor of the hobgoblin army.
The neighing of horses and the screams of soldiers merged into a nightmarish noise.
The hobgoblin who was hit by an arrow fell off his horse, unconsciously shaking his tongue. The knight who fell off his horse rolled on the ground, screamed, and stretched his hands to the sky. The injured mount was lingering not far away.
The fallen war horse danced its hooves in vain, overturning the hobgoblin knights. Many warriors immediately broke their leg bones and even their spines.
"Our reinforcements are coming! For the Kingdom of Cormyr and for the town of Mokou, fight out!" Lando stretched out his hand to wipe the blood on his face, raised the long sword burning with flames, and shouted loudly.
The defenders of Mokou Town no longer panicked and despaired, reorganized their remaining manpower, and launched a thunderous sprint in conjunction with the incoming reinforcements. The sudden rise of the same hatred for the enemy combined all their thoughts into a terrifying will. .
Fear is dissipated in the crazy speed, turned into the momentum to move forward, and becomes one with the excitement in the heart.
Mounds, ruins, dwarf trees, and dead goblin bones flashed by under their feet, followed by a collision, spears piercing shields and armor, and sawdust flying everywhere.
Suddenly, the ground beneath their feet stopped and became extremely solid, and the air echoed with wails and shouts.
The Kavora cavalry from the Underdark put away their heavy crossbows, each holding a hammer and axe, and rushed into the panic of the hobgoblins to fight and slash. The female wolf spider showed off its venom-stained horns. Teeth, drinking the flesh and blood of the enemy.
The hobgoblins fell one by one, at the feet of the furious defenders, under the ferocious mouthparts and creepy eight spider legs of the female wolf spider.
The defeated hobgoblins began to exit the forest slaughterhouse in embarrassment and fled the battlefield.
But the eight-legged wolf spider leaped through the forest faster, and the gray dwarf chased it while raining down crossbow arrows.
Suddenly, wailing sounds started one after another.
Following Lando, who was chasing the enemy, he suddenly locked onto a conspicuous target.
He picked up a spear and jumped on the back of a horse that had lost its owner and was calmly gnawing on the turf with its head down. He kicked the spurs and urged the horse to catch up.
Lando's roar could be clearly heard in the din, and the spear made of fine steel in his hand was swallowed up by the flames, carrying the scorching heat and breaking through the air.
The spear pierced the hobgoblin leader's back, and flames engulfed his body.
With a wailing cry, he fell off his horse, circling the dance of death and fell among his followers, and was trampled into a puddle of mud by the galloping iron hooves.
The female lord of Arabe City leaned on her seat and showed a pleased smile.
She can still recall that when she insisted not to pursue the Purple Dragon Seal Ring and sent the Purple Dragon Knight and War Mage to Mokou Town, her advisory group, city council, and other cities in the kingdom Colleagues thought her approach was too reckless, even like a stupid gambler.
Brian is a half-elf whose identity is unknown, and he is not qualified to possess the Purple Dragon Seal Ring, which symbolizes his noble status.
Whether it is power or strength, he is not worth her investment.
But no one expected it, including herself.
This unfamiliar holder of the Purple Dragon Seal Ring, with his own strength alone, was able to gather forces as quickly as possible, instigate a rebellion against the Dragon Skeleton Mercenary Group, and steal from the eyes of the City of Shadows and the Zhentarim. The bottom took away Mokou Town, and also received the full support of the Church of the God of Knowledge and the Church of the Mother Goddess of the Earth.
As the lord of Arabel City and the guardian of the northern border of the Kingdom of Cormyr, Myrcella has long known that the freedom and rights of the kingdom are not only due to the size and power of her city. of.
In her opinion, this is more like the strength that comes from unity.
Any city, including the Silver Alliance in the North and the Council of Lords in the Sword Coast, possesses this power.
Otherwise, the values they promote will become meaningless and self-serving.
The Kingdom of Cormyr has gained a good reputation because of this. It is called a generous kingdom, a forest kingdom that resists oppression, and a kind country worth protecting.
Because in the face of any war, the Purple Dragon Knight and the War Mage will enthusiastically devote themselves to it. They are not a problem and have never been a problem.
Recalling the soul crystal given to her by the Bryants, Myrcella gradually realized that the real problem lay with the nobles who were comfortably hiding in the castle, and with those politicians who lived too comfortably. leader.
It seemed to her now as clear as crystal.
She knew the kindness in the heart of the lord of Mokou Town who dared to abolish slavery, and she also knew the value of hope for the freed civilians of Mokou Town.
They were worth protecting, Myrcella believed, even if the entire Kingdom of Cormyr was involved in the war, it would be worth it for these people.
Because, ultimately, in the future recorded history, this will be a valuable asset to the Kingdom of Cormyr, and Brian's generosity will make his city a great place.
That would be the biggest difference from many humble kingdoms.
But what about her city now?
Myrcella wondered, beginning to see the cancer growing in her own camp.
She is determined to completely pull out these tumors.
However, now is not the time.
The army of Shadow City is about to fight the defenders of Mokou Town, and she must play her own role.
“I didn’t expect that the prophetic spell I was so proud of would eventually lose to Hesiah’s intuition as a woman.”
Myrcella recalled the argument her stubborn distant sister had with her, and finally admitted it with conviction.
And she once predicted Brian's past at the cost of her life. Although she failed, it was as if he didn't exist in the world at all.
But unexpectedly, I learned that this mysterious half-elf is inextricably related to the Eno Oak Desert.
"Is he a descendant of Netherese?"
She no longer thought about it, walked quickly to the closet in the room, and put on a mage with exquisite patterns. He took out his robe, took out a staff with a star sapphire on the top, whispered a few spells, a star array appeared under his feet, and disappeared into the mage tower.
(End of this chapter)