Taking a deep breath, he tried to make his voice sound calm: "Of course not, Lord White Pheasant."
"I just feel that they are too casual in their treatment of prisoners. Moreover, according to them, the prisoners are all held separately."
"What's more, these people originally gained their freedom by helping the Monster Beast Legion build siege equipment."
Leona felt that if they all went to build siege equipment for others in exchange for freedom, then talking about how loyal they were would be a joke.
Leona took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Lord Sophie's vanguard has already hastened its pace and will arrive at Snow Peak Fortress in ten days. We will hold out until the vanguard arrives; other matters can be dealt with later."
White Pheasant's expression changed several times, the anger on her face gradually faded, and she sat back in her seat, waving her hand as if deflated: "I'm handing over command of the city's defense to you. Don't bother me anymore."
"As you command." Leona also let out a sigh of relief. This daughter of the Grand Duke still had some self-awareness.
He was determined to defend Snow Peak Fortress to the death.
As long as he didn't move, he couldn't lose.
"Enemy attack!" A sudden commotion erupted on the fortress.
Upon hearing this, Leona's expression turned stern, and he quickly bowed to White Pheasant: "Lord White Pheasant, I will go outside and check the situation."
White Pheasant didn't speak, just waved her hand.
Receiving the signal, Leona turned and walked quickly out.
As he reached the doorway, White Pheasant's voice suddenly came from behind: "Leona, remember, don't let the Oram Family be disgraced again."
Leona stopped, placed his hand on his chest, and bowed: "As you command, Lord White Pheasant. By the name of a knight, I shall bring you victory."
After he finished speaking, he turned again and quickly left the room.
Arriving on the fortress wall, Leona looked out.
He saw more than ten catapults being pushed out from the enemy's distant camp.
"Hmph." Leona snorted coldly, laughing at Karl's lack of strategy. To plant spies, he actually let the prisoners return. He already knew Karl planned to attack the city with those so-called catapults.
Preparations had been made overnight.
Leona waved his hand, and several Fifth-tier experts already walked onto the city wall, drawing their swords.
He was prepared; he couldn't imagine how he could lose.
Chapter 213: Can't Take It Anymore
Twenty catapults launched simultaneously, and dozens of black stones of various shapes, with a faint glow on their surfaces, were hurled into the sky.
They whistled as they flew towards Snow Peak Fortress.
Leona suddenly drew the knight longsword from his waist, its tip pointing straight at the sky, his voice like thunder: "Let our enemies see clearly that their petty tricks are nothing but a ridiculous joke in the face of true power!"
"獻上勝利給奧拉姆家族!"
Leona roared passionately. He had just taken command, and the morale of his soldiers was low. He needed a victory.
"For honor! For the Oram Family!"
Behind Leona, dozens of Fifth- and Sixth-tier experts responded, raising their various weapons.
The moment the black stones fell like meteors.
They leaped up, their weapons cutting through the air, fiercely striking at the incoming stones.
Leona, also a Fifth-tier expert, stood at the highest point, his longsword drawing dazzling sword flowers in the air.
He deliberately used the most handsome posture to smash the stones, to instill confidence in the soldiers behind him, and to establish his authority as the supreme Commander.
With a flash of sword light, the seemingly indestructible black stone was instantly cut into dozens of fragments.
Leona maintained his handsome posture, a moment of bewilderment surging in his heart. His longsword had cut into the stone, and besides its hard outer layer, the inside felt very strange.
Familiar yet unfamiliar.
In the instant he was stunned, the fragments cut open by his longsword stuck to his armor and skin in clumps.
An unprecedented, extremely aggressive odor suddenly pierced his nostrils.
The smell was so strong it seemed to condense into a physical entity, like a heavy puncher, brutally striking his head, making him instantly feel dizzy and disoriented.
"Ugh!" Leona couldn't help but retch, an uncontrollable urge to vomit surged in his heart, and he immediately threw up.
It was an indescribable stench.
It was like the smell of rotten fat and excrement, mixed together for ten days, a suffocating combination.
Leona felt as if his face was also covered in the filth.
In his panic, he tried to wipe it with his hand.
However, when he saw the sticky, utterly foul substance on his hand.
"Ugh!" He vomited again, unable to bear it. He no longer wanted this hand.
Not only Leona was on the verge of collapse; the unfolding of this scene was too sudden, catching everyone off guard.
The other experts, following his instructions, had originally intended to smash the enemy's boulders with the most handsome posture to instill confidence in the soldiers.
The flying speed of these stones was already slow; they almost simultaneously shattered the boulders, and the foul, murky substance scattered like a goddess showering flowers, falling onto everyone.
These experts had never seen such a sight. Covered in filth, they all vomited profusely.
Among them, there was even a female knight wearing splendid armor who broke down and cried, vomiting and weeping, completely losing her usual elegance and noble demeanor.
The soldiers gathered nearby, watching the scene, all dumbfounded.
Then, they too smelled an unbearable stench.
"It's poop!"
They all scattered in panic as if they had seen a ghost.
What was even more despairing was that in this short period of time.
Another twenty or so black stones came flying down from the sky.
Leona, still vomiting, desperately shouted: "Quick, mages, shoot them down! Ugh..."
Several fiery fireballs streaked across the sky, heading straight for the black stones disguised as ordinary rocks.
A roar echoed in the air, instantly pulverizing the black stones.
However, some apparently lacked sufficient firepower, only exploding in the air upon hitting the stones. The heated feces rained down, adding a new flavor to the pungent smell in the air.
"Ah!!! I can't take it anymore!" A mage had a nervous breakdown, burying his face in his hands and crying.
Karl stood in the distance, gazing at the walls of Snow Peak Fortress, watching the various magic and disguised black stones collide on the fortress: "Keep going. Let's see if they have more magic or more poop."
"As you command." The Lizardmen overseer beside him quickly responded, turning to walk towards the prisoners operating the catapults.
These prisoners were all warriors from the Snow Wolf Legion.
At this moment, their faces showed complex emotions, a mix of helplessness and humiliation.
They had originally thought that, like those released before, they would only be making catapults. Now, watching the "weapons" disguised as stones being launched by their own hands.
Each loading, each firing, was a personal tearing apart of honor and faith.
Their desire to gain freedom by building catapults was already a gray area of betrayal.
Once the bottom line is lowered a little, a continuous lowering follows.
They loaded the machines while reassuring themselves that operating catapults was no different in essence from manufacturing them.
Karl was very satisfied and looked at Furan beside him: "This craftsmanship of disguising stones is very impressive."
Furan stood two meters away from Karl: "It's just a very simple earth technique."
As she watched the stones being hurled towards Snow Peak Fortress, she felt that even if it were captured, this fortress would be unusable.
"What a pity." Karl looked at the fortress wall: "If Lord Kasha were willing to cooperate with the siege, we could definitely capture Snow Peak Fortress in half the time."
He really wanted to use these stones, fly over the fortress, and breathe Dragon Flame downwards.
Unfortunately, with his strength, he would most likely go and not return.
Furan's body retreated another half a meter, her expression speechless. Lord Kasha, why do you stay in the main tent all day and not come out? Don't you have a clue?
"By the way, have the people sent out been properly arranged?" Karl instructed.
"It has all been arranged as you requested." Furan pouted: "Throw corpses upstream of their water source, and have the Dark Elves and Goblins guard the other water sources."
"Very good. After two days of throwing, release these prisoners." Karl finished speaking, waved his hand, and turned to leave.
He still wanted to go back and continue developing that wolf girl.
Furan looked at his retreating back, then at Snow Peak Fortress, and couldn't help but shake her head. She suddenly felt quite sympathetic to the defenders.
As Karl said.
Fighting feces with magic doesn't solve the problem.
Soon after, the mages were no longer seen on the fortress walls, allowing the disguised stone feces to be continuously projected into the city.
In less than three days.
The entire fortress wall seemed to be enveloped by an invisible curtain of stench; the air was filled with an indescribable putrid smell, and every breath felt suffocating.
The patrolling soldiers looked tired, their eyes dull.
With a "thud," a stone fell beside them and shattered, and the stench instantly spread.
They instinctively frowned and quickly walked a few steps away from the "polluted" area.
"This is too humiliating! Let's go out and fight those guys!" A young soldier finally couldn't hold back, gritting his teeth and growling.
The old soldier next to him just shook his head: "They say our reinforcements will arrive in less than ten days."
"And..." The old soldier paused, turned, and looked at the tightly closed rooms: "Those lords don't want to fight."
On the other side.
Karl looked at the former members of the Snow Wolf Legion who had operated the catapults for two days, and smiled: "Thank you for your tireless efforts over the past two days. Now you are free."
Chapter 214: It's Very Subtle
The wooden door was pushed open. Dexa, by reflex, immediately got up from the ground, on all fours, like a little dog, wagging her tail rapidly, and crawled over.
She pressed her face against Karl's thigh and bit down his pants with her teeth.
"So well-behaved."
Karl reached out and stroked her head, narrowing his eyes, enjoying the little dog, and whispered in her ear: "All the Snow Wolf Legion prisoners who were willing to cooperate with us have been released by me. Now only twelve prisoners remain who would rather die than cooperate. What do you think I should do with them?"
Dexa's body trembled, but she didn't speak.
She still stuck out her tongue, obediently licking him, as if she had completely given up being an intelligent creature and was truly just a little dog.
Karl casually sat on the floor, and Dexa immediately crawled over, her tongue skillfully curled up, licking, precisely finding Karl's favorite spots.
In just a few days, she had mastered the art of biting and finding Karl's favorite spots with great proficiency.
Karl felt that canine creatures had a unique talent bonus when it came to their tongues.
"Hoo..."
He leaned back slightly, having to admit that Dexa was the best at biting among all the women around him. He didn't have to move to experience extreme pleasure.
Soon after, he vomited.
Dexa skillfully pressed her face against him, and after he finished vomiting, she lifted her head, letting the liquid slide down her pretty cheeks, displaying it to Karl.
Men always enjoy admiring women who bear their mark.
Dexa wagged her tail, like a little dog waiting for its owner's reward, as if she hadn't heard what he said.
Karl looked at her with a silly dog expression and smiled: "Actually, you were able to regain your strength not because you broke free from the restriction yourself, but because when the restriction was originally set for you, the initial setting was that as long as you continuously mobilized your magic power, you would slowly break free from the tightness."
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