Lord: Starting from the Pit-Dwelling Courtyard

Chapter 118: Reappearance

Caroline asked a pointless question: "Where is this?"

Ron didn't bother to answer.

At this moment, Rosalie also slowly woke up. She glanced at Ron.

"Ron Ashwood."

Ron nodded and handed over the water glass.

Rosalie accepted it without hesitation and then drank it all in one gulp.

She was really thirsty.

"Rosalie Grant." She handed the glass back to Ron, gesturing for him to pour herself another. "This is the architectural consultant for Gabriel Border Count, and this is Caroline Rose, the vice-commander of the Rose Knights."

Ron nodded. "Nice to meet you!"

This time, he handed out two glasses of water. Rosalie, who had already drunk one glass, drank it slowly this time, while Caroline drank it all in one gulp.

"Another cup, please!"

Ron asked, "Why were you attacked?"

"The best reason the Border Count would want to force her to take action against you is that the two of us die in Ashwood Territory. Even if the Border Count knows you didn't do it, she'll have to cause you trouble in order to silence her landowners."

Ron added, "This is an open conspiracy, but it is also an opportunity for the Border Count. The failure of the Inspectorate Knights' plan has given the Border Count a legitimate opportunity to expel them."

Rosalie nodded: "This trip is a secret operation, and not many people know about it, so there are only a few spies. We must return to Gorubak Castle as soon as possible. I was hoping to exchange some architectural magic tips with you, but it seems we'll have to wait until next time."

Ron expressed his understanding and asked, "Do you need me to send someone to escort you?"

Caroline shook her head: "You just need to keep a close eye on Frederick and make sure he doesn't spread the news. There are only two of us left now, so we're smaller targets and it'll be easier for us to move around."

Ron indicated he understood, then asked, "What about your men? In this weather, they can't be kept for long."

Caroline couldn't help but look saddened.

Rosalie immediately said, "Please find a place outside the city to bury them! You can have their equipment and warhorses."

Ron nodded.

Rosalie knew very well the way the Blackthorn Waste lords disposed of their corpses, and suggested burying them, at least preserving their whole bodies and dignity.

Finally, it was proposed that the equipment and warhorse belong to Ron, in the hope that they could be buried with dignity, not just buried in a random hole.

Although these things now belong to me, the other party is still an ally, so I still need to consider maintaining the relationship between us.

"Alright! I will give them a proper burial."

Rosalie and Caroline rested for a while to regain their strength before setting off. Before leaving Ashwood Territory, the two looked at the newly built Neuschwanstein Castle.

Rosalie exclaimed, "This is the first time I've ever seen a castle built so beautifully."

"All show and no substance," Caroline muttered, though her eyes were full of envy.

The yearning for beauty is ingrained in every woman's bones. However, Caroline utterly disdained such ostentatious architecture, which would be utterly useless in a real war.

Rosalie is an architectural mage, and in this respect, she is far superior to Caroline.

"Don't underestimate this castle. Next time you come, we'll go inside for a visit, and you'll see just how easily it can be defended and how difficult it is to attack."

Moreover, she discovered many novel layouts and architectural techniques that inspired her greatly.

Ron had Leonardo da Vinci find a slope in the west of the city, dig twenty pits, each three steps apart, with the pits facing east. Finally, he erected a monument to the heroes of the Rose Knights. The monument was not large or tall, but it was large enough for people hundreds of meters away to see.

With only three days left before the goblin invasion, a large number of goblins had appeared outside the main city, numbering in the thousands. This made Ron hesitant to send out elite troops to annihilate small groups of goblin scouts, as he had done at the beginning.

The atmosphere inside the city was not as tense as it had been at the beginning, and the goblins were no longer setting up camp four or five hundred meters outside the city as they had done before.

In fact, a goblin tribe did this two nights ago, and as a result, they were attacked at night.

Fire rained down from the sky as nearly a hundred cavalrymen stormed into the camp. Hundreds of infantrymen then broke out in the chaos. The sounds of battle shook the heavens that night, and a tribe of two thousand goblins was annihilated as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.

The other smaller goblins could only watch helplessly as the human soldiers dragged the entire camp back to the city early the next morning, leaving no goblin corpses behind.

Dodok, the chieftain of the wandering tribe, took the opportunity to participate in the attack on Ashwood territory, and now only dares to watch the battle from a distance.

He witnessed the battle that night.

Dodok quickly concluded: "The strength of this human territory has increased again."

He had attacked many human territories and had long since developed his own understanding of the strength of human territories.

In particular, the more than five-kilometer-long city wall made him very clear that it was impossible to besiege human towns as in the past.

The city walls alone cannot form an encirclement. If an encirclement cannot be formed, then the vast space will inevitably become the activity area of ​​the human knights. Even if there are only a hundred riders, one or two charges each time will be enough to give them a hard time.

In fact, when Dodok was conscripted, he directly avoided the order to attack Harvest Town and went straight for the main city.

In his eyes, the walls and watchtowers of Harvest Town were not something that goblins could breach. Even if the Goblin King came, he couldn't. The ladders they built couldn't reach the walls that high, and even if they could barely reach that height, the ladders wouldn't be strong enough to withstand so many goblins climbing at the same time.

Not to mention other siege weapons, Dodok had personally witnessed how Ashwood slowly wore down the Allied forces at the time.

He didn't believe that Harvest Town didn't have those enormous war machines that could hurl boulders into the air.

The tribe attacking Harvest Town is the Great Dragon Tribe. Even if you gathered tens of thousands more goblin cannon fodder, you still couldn't break through their defenses.

"Perhaps the Great Dragon Tribe will also be removed from the list because of this," Dodo speculated maliciously.

With the destruction of the Earth Dragon Tribe, this area was occupied by the human race, and Dodok dared not get involved. However, if the Great Dragon Tribe and the Flying Dragon Tribe were to be destroyed, he might be able to seize the opportunity to rise up and become the fifth great tribe.

The premise is that he can survive this war.

"Chief! Shaman Petr requests your presence."

As Dodok pondered, a goblin hero lifted the tent flap and entered.

Dodo nodded silently, picked up the weapon on the table, and headed towards the largest tent in the camp.

A goblin shaman sat on the tent. He was quite old, and among goblins, he was considered very old.

Pertour sat on the animal skin cushion, like a pile of dry branches. His left arm was so thin from the elbow down that it was just bone, and his dry skin was covered with dark red runes.

The runes on his withered arm circled around and around, already four and a half circles long. By the fifth circle, Pertoll would be a shaman comparable to a human mentor.