Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

The atmosphere in Delon Castle has been extremely tense these days.

News of the defeat of the coalition forces in the northern border has arrived, and the whereabouts of the commander-in-chief are unknown.

The remnants of the army that managed to escape to Dronburg were not even in groups. There were three at a time, and basically they were all alone. They had thrown away their weapons and armor, and were unkempt and dirty, looking no different from the starving refugees.

Of the so-called allied forces of 100,000, only a few hundred deserters fled to Dronburg.

This seemed absurd to the lord of the castle, Count Medellin. Even if there were 100,000 pigs, it would not be possible to reduce them to such a small number in just two weeks.

The only reasonable explanation is that many people do not intend to return to Delon Castle to regroup.

No more fighting, let’s go home.

What caused the morale of the remnants of the coalition forces to be so low?
How badly had they suffered outside Waterdeep?
Count Medellin wanted to get some useful information from these people who escaped.

To make Delonburg's defense more targeted and effective.

He had to hold on here, he had no other choice.

First of all, he is the lord here. Dronburg is not an isolated castle on the plain, but a large city. He is responsible for tens of thousands of residents in this city.

Despite rumors circulating on the Internet, the Northern Legion does not attack civilians.

But it's just propaganda, who knows whether it's true or not.

Moreover, his son is studying in the royal city. To put it nicely, he is going to school, but in fact, he is a hostage.

Therefore, for both public and private reasons, he could not abandon Delon Castle.

So the question is, how to defend it.

I sent several letters to the royal city asking for help, and the replies I received were all asking me to persevere, to fulfill my responsibilities as a lord, to uphold my noble character, and not to be a coward who surrenders.

In short, it's just a lot of empty talk, without mentioning when the support will arrive.

Count Medellin could actually understand the logic. After all, the last coalition had just suffered a major defeat, and it took some preparation time to gather strength again.

But it was emotionally difficult to accept, and he could only support himself during this period.

"How is the mages' research going?" Count Medellin asked his deputy.

"We have achieved some preliminary results," the deputy replied hastily, "if the memories of those fleeing soldiers are correct."

"If something goes wrong, we have nothing else to trust. We can only take a gamble and go and see."

Unlike other cities of similar size, because Delon Castle is an important gateway to the Central Plains and a military stronghold, there are many mages stationed here, mainly sent by the royal family, and their level is higher than the average level of the continent.

That unfortunate King Sutton VII wasn't completely useless.

Count Medellin and his deputies came to the Mage Tower in the city.

This wizard tower is a very traditional one. It is dark and messy inside, with various spellcasting materials and strange raw materials everywhere.

And now, there are many more people here with dull eyes.

He was a defeated soldier who had managed to escape from the battlefield in Waterdeep with great difficulty. As a result of his memory being searched, he fell into this state of dementia.

Count Medellin didn't want to attack these poor soldiers, but he had no other choice.

When asked for useful information, they simply could not explain anything clearly, and their statements were not even consistent.

The things that happened on the battlefield in Waterdeep frightened them so much that their mental state was confused and they could not express any credible information.

But what is certain is that their stories all revolve around a particularly terrifying secret magical weapon in the North.

In order to find out what this secret weapon is, Count Medellin had no choice but to order the wizards to dig directly into the memory and obtain the most original images.

As a result, these soldiers who were lucky enough to escape the battlefield had their brains messed up by their own people.

The end result was somewhat ridiculous.

The mages studied the memories of hundreds of defeated soldiers and were surprised to find that only two of them had actually faced the secret weapon.

The rest of the people had never encountered this before and started running away before even going to the battlefield.

The stories about secret weapons are all passed down by word of mouth, and after repeated exaggeration and distortion, as well as the addition of one's own imagination, it would be strange if they could be consistent.

And valuable information was finally found in the memories of those who survived the real war zone.

If it weren't for the smoke the alchemist had created, we could see it more clearly.

Unfortunately, there is no "if", so we can only judge by the blurry images in the smoke.

"We speculate that this is still a magic gun, but it no longer fires randomly triggered magic arrays, but a pure stream of magic elements."

On the top floor of the Mage Tower, a middle-aged mage was introducing himself to Count Medellin.

He was originally a wild mage with decent talent. When he joined the Mage Guild, he was appreciated by a royal mage and became his disciple.

After achieving some success, he was sent to Delon Castle to improve his resume. He had a bright future, so he really, really didn't want to die here.

These days, he and his colleagues have hardly slept and are completely burning their lives on research work.

"The elements shot out are highly pure and do not carry any special magical properties. What causes the damage is actually the extremely high temperature they carry. Therefore, we have designed a special protective array based on these two properties, which can be directly incorporated into the city defense array."

Important cities are usually equipped with special defense arrays. For some old cities, the defense arrays may have strong regional characteristics due to historical reasons.

For example, in the mountains to the west of the plain where Dronburg is located, there are several quarries that are among the largest in the continent. They have been famous for their high-quality stones since three hundred years ago, when there was not even the Kingdom of Sutton.

Therefore, the defense formation of Dronburg consists of two parts: a shield and stone guards.

After activation, 1,200 giant stone guards will protect the city. They can only move within the range of the defense array and rely on the magic power provided by the array, but this also gives them strength far exceeding that of golems of the same level.

Since its construction, the Delon Castle defense array has never been breached.

When Sutton founded the country, he relied on besieging the city and cutting off water and food supplies, forcing the then Delonburg defenders to surrender.

And now, Count Medellin is afraid that the Northern Legion will not fight with him.

As long as we can hold off, the resources in the city are enough to support the entire city for several months, and reinforcements should have arrived by then.

If he hadn't come, Delonburg would have been surrounded and killed again.

Then he could only say that Sutton VII deserved to lose his throne.

"How confident are you about this new magic circle?" asked Count Medellin.

"Very confident. We have confirmed every detail of the entire design many times..."

The middle-aged wizard talked incessantly, his speech was very fast, but he seemed very unsure.

"I don't want explanations, I want data."

"Um, data, data. No, we haven't undergone a complete city-wide continuous intensity test. I can't, I can't provide data." The middle-aged wizard became less and less confident as he spoke.

"Continuous intensity testing across the city..."

Count Medellin smiled bitterly, wondering if there was any way to simulate the attack of the Northern Legion outside the city.

Just then, the guards rushed in.

"Report! Lord, the scouts have discovered the Northern Army, and they are only fifteen kilometers away from Fort Dron."

"Well," Medellin turned to look at the wizard, "there is no chance to test it. The lives of the entire city are now in your hands. How long will it take to deploy and incorporate the new magic circle?"

"Very soon." The middle-aged wizard still said unconfidently.

He had never done such a ridiculous job before. A new study was based on the unclear memories of two deserters. The time limit was as short as a life-threatening task, and in the end, it was to be put into use without even a single test.

"Then hurry up!" Count Medellin shouted, "Go as fast as you can, move, everyone, move! All city defense corps take up combat positions, all cavalry companies get ready, and if necessary, go out of the city to buy time for the mages..."

He assigned tasks quickly.

Under normal circumstances, the cavalry company is the most valuable resource in his hands. These assets are not easy to accumulate, and now they can only be used as consumables.

The cavalry tactics he devised were to make a quick detour to avoid direct contact with the Northern Army. From the memories he had obtained, the coalition cavalry was almost annihilated in a head-on charge.

He didn't know whether that kind of weapon could flexibly adjust the attack angle, but he could only let the cavalry give it a try.

If the cavalry can't do it, then the infantry is even more helpless.

Two hours later.

On the city wall, Count Medellin saw the flag of the Northern Legion appearing in the wilderness in the distance.

Although he appeared calm, his heart rate had actually soared to around 120 per minute.

The moment of life and death is approaching, who can remain completely calm?

But as a lord, he has to set an example.

If he panicked, the whole city would panic as well, and then it would certainly be impossible to defend the city.

He watched the Northern Army rapidly deploying, far beyond attack range.

What kind of army is this?
The efficiency and speed of action were at a level he had never seen before.

Fifteen kilometers, carrying a load, in the wild, not by cavalry or extraordinary people, but it took only two hours to get there.

This speed is more than twice that of the coalition forces.

If possible, he absolutely did not want to face such an enemy and would rather face the powerful army of supernatural beings.

The extraordinary ones were at least familiar enemies, but those in the distance were clearly human beings, but they gave him the feeling that they were not of the same species, which was indescribably weird.

The only good news is that the mages have merged the new magic circle into the city guard magic circle, so the cavalry do not need to go and die.

"Activate the city defense formation." Count Medellin ordered.

The city wall was glowing grayish-white, the color of limestone.

The light gradually rose and gathered into a translucent protective shield.

The tall stone statues that were originally statues seemed to come to life at this moment, falling heavily to the ground, raising smoke and dust several meters high.

The stone statue also has light on it, which is the result of the mages' research.

It seems to work, at least it appears to work.

It better be useful, Count Medellin prayed in his heart...

At the same time, outside the city of Delonburg.

Figxin held a telescope and watched the huge magic circle unfold.

"You know what, it's quite spectacular," Figsing said in a relaxed tone, "I've heard that the city guard formation of Dronburg is very powerful. This is indeed the case when the stone pillars are deployed. But don't worry, their range of activities cannot reach us."

"Shidun is moving out?" the adjutant asked doubtfully.

"Oh, it's a spell from Harry Potter."

"Harry Potter? That novel?"

"Yes, it's quite good. I even bought the physical copy. I can lend it to you if you want to read it."

"No, you are still thinking about novels now?" The adjutant was shocked. "How are we going to break through these stone statues? We can't afford to delay the siege."

"I know, let's try firing two shots first." Figxin ordered.

Anti-aircraft machine gun fire poured out and hit the stone statue.

However, the elemental flow that had once been invincible only splashed out a beam of dazzling sparks when it hit the stone statue, and did not cause any substantial damage.

"Damn it, if only the howitzer was here," the adjutant spat, "The city guard array relies on the magic core to drive it, and one shot can destroy it."

The team responsible for the siege did not bring any cannons, not because they did not want to, but because they simply did not have any.

"In that case, we can only activate the backup plan. If we want to launch magic grenades, we don't necessarily have to use cannons."

Figgin took out his phone and entered Drogo's number...

into the night.

Inside the Castle of Dron, Count Medellin was facing the crowd and giving a speech. He needed to inspire people.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I believe you have seen that the attacks of the northern rebels are completely unable to break through the glorious stone statue guards of Dronburg. We are safe!"

Led by the arranged supporters, the crowd cheered.

"They have stopped attacking and have chosen to camp outside the city. They want to lay siege to the city. Are we, the brave citizens of Dronburg, afraid of a siege?"

"Not afraid!"

Tuo's self-cultivation must not let the lord's words fall to the ground.

"Yes, don't be afraid! The resources stored in the city are enough for us to have enough food and drink for several months. The royal city has already responded, and reinforcements will arrive soon. Victory will belong to us!"

Medellin said with full energy that he actually didn't know when the reinforcements would arrive, as King Sutton VII didn't give a date in his reply, but he still raised his glass.

"Let's toast to our upcoming victory!"

Before he finished speaking, screams were heard from the crowd.

"Ah! There's a dragon in the sky!"

Is there a dragon?

Count Medellin looked up suddenly and saw a small shadow in the sky, which looked like a dragon.

Why fly so high?

He didn't have time to think about it. "Quick! Where is the anti-dragon heavy crossbow?" he asked his adjutant.

"Lord, the heavy crossbow cannot hit at such a high altitude."

"Why? How can a heavy dragon-killing crossbow be considered a dragon-killing crossbow if it can't hit a dragon?"

"Under normal circumstances, dragons won't fly that high. The dragon-killing heavy crossbow is designed based on the dragon's attack range."

"Then why this dragon?"

Before he could finish his question, he saw the dragon drop a tiny object, like a small black dot, falling from the sky.

It kept approaching the protective shield, and suddenly it unfolded, and a huge magic circle appeared out of thin air.

Count Medellin didn't even have time to react as the magic power surged in the magic circle and the dazzling lightning struck the defense.

He had to turn his back.

"It's okay, hahaha, it's okay, this thing is useless for our protection!"

It was not until he heard the excited voices of others that he looked up at the sky again.

what's the situation?
Why would a magic array of that size suddenly appear? This doesn't make sense.

Could they still have...

Just as he thought, soon, another spell grenade was thrown down and deployed on the protective shield.

Invalid, next one...

Medellin watched numbly as magic circles unfolded in the sky one after another.

He didn't understand, wouldn't a spell of this level have any consumption?

And what on earth are they going to do?
Could it be that the Count had an absurd idea and they were just trying to see which spell would work? (End of this chapter)