Chapter 437： calibration (1/2)
The night was deep, and the neon light from the high and narrow crystal glass windows of the banquet hall was not enough to completely dispel the darkness on the terrace. Roppie Gülen stood quietly on this empty terrace and looked down at the card. The place where Count Lor fell.
Behind her, the light from the banquet hall shines through the crystal glass window into the night sky, which is vague and faint. Even the music from the banquet hall seems to be almost illusory.
"It’s really silent..."
The marquis stood in the night for a moment and suddenly whispered.
As her voice fell, a slightly magnetic voice came from the darkness: "You have some adventures and it is not good to be discovered."
Roppie Gülen was not shocked by this voice, because she already knew the existence of the other side, she turned her head and saw that there was a figure in the darkness that was coming out of the hidden place, tall figure, handsome face, and an impressive impression. Deep blonde, this is a typical silver elf.
The blonde's Solderin, a high-level elf ranger from Cecil's collar, was led by him to the team that was secretly connected to the city tonight.
Looking at the Elf Ranger in front of him, the gaze of Ms. Roppini couldn't help but fall on the other pair of black armor made of alloy guards and sturdy leather. The armor is a "steel ranger". Standard, just tonight, dozens of steel rangers have sneaked into the fortress under her cover and cover, and lurked throughout the walls.
She was very happy when she thought about what the steel rangers would do in the city.
"Carroll is a rare wise man among the stupid aristocrats, and he is too cautious and keen," Ropedy regained his gaze and turned his head to look quietly at the direction in which Viscount Carol fell. "At this critical moment." I don't want this variable to survive."
"In fact, we don't care about this variable," said Solderlin, looking at the woman's prospect. "This fortress will face its fate tomorrow, no matter what Mr. Carroll is going to raise, no matter what." The commander of the fortress has to deal with it. It doesn’t matter if it’s your shot, it’s easy to put yourself in danger.”
"The end is still very smooth, isn't it?" Roppie Glan slightly smiled. "And for me personally, pushing Mr. Carroll is really a very pleasant thing... no one will It was discovered that even if someone saw the body under the castle tomorrow, everyone would only lament the drunkenness of the Viscount, who died young."
Solderin quietly looked at the woman's eyes. After a long time, he slowly said: "I just want to remind you, be careful to be overwhelmed by hatred."
"Please rest assured, I have been waiting for 11 years, and I am not going to lose my mind at this time." Luo Pei-Yi-Glan has long known why this high-ranking ranger appeared. She shook her head slightly and whispered. "And I am still looking forward to the beautiful world promised by the Duke of Gaowen, and naturally will not act recklessly."
"That's good," Solderin nodded slightly, his body receding, little by dark in the darkness of the night, his voice drifting in the night: "Don't forget, a loyal praise." ”
This is the internal secret of Cecil's strange, or some kind of "slang" used in a specific state. Although it is not very understanding of its meaning, Roperie Gram is still happy with nothing. The night sky whispered: "A loyal praise song..."
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It seems that, as the Maryland Jazz expected, the Cecils abandoned their intention to forcibly attack after discovering that their magical device could not quickly break the fortress. Until the sun rose the next day, the Cecils were still not again. "Opening the gun", the eye of the magician's master on the Master's Tower confirmed the situation of the enemy camp, and reported that the Cecils only divided a part of the people to the northwest for a short distance, and then on a high ground there. In addition to the establishment of a new camp, no signs of active attack can be seen.
In the military hall of the Castle District, the singer of Maryland marked the location of the Cecil on the plain on a rough map. He pointed the sword at the enemy’s new camp and said to others: “Here, and Sethi Compared with the first camp of the people, it is not much closer to the Rock Fortress, just a little closer to the White River. What do you think?"
A southern aristocrat stood up and said: "I judged that this was the convenience of the Cecil people to get water. After all, when they entered the plains, they went to the 'Baigu Mountain Road', which was too far away from the Baishui River."
"Their courage doesn't look too big," Sir James apparently endorsed the nobleman's statement. "It seems that after realizing that their magical devices are not working, they start to worry about the trebuchet of the Rock Fortress. When you point, you have to be so cautiously moving forward..."
The situation seems to be moving in the direction of the Maryland prince's expectations: the Cecil's "Skyfire Myth" failed in the face of the powerful magical barrier of the fortress, and the horrific army in the rumor can now only be honest and strong. The battle, and they did not seem to dare to advance to the stone slinger on the wall, which further proved his previous conjecture:
Those Cecil soldiers are lighted with magical props, and they lack courage.
This means that as long as the attack continues to be frustrated, the morale of the Cecil will definitely drop very quickly...
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On the second high ground where the Cecil Corps is stationed, the Philip Knight is supervising the layout of the new artillery position, and on a transport vehicle behind him, a statue of the Byron Knight is emerging over a magic network communicator. .
"So, the soft egg in the Rock Fortress really doesn't come out?" The old fritter knight from the mercenary never cares about the grace of his own speech. He shouted loudly. "I thought they would at least be there. Before you fire, you will symbolically come out to play with you..."