The wrong transmigrator assigned by the system

“You’re right, I shouldn’t have doubted Lord Eldridge!” Medivh nodded immediately upon hearing this, and said, “We will replace Archbishop MacDonald and become Lord Eldridge’s strongest subordinates!”

"You know that much, but don't doubt the adults again!" Seeing that Medivh Arms had been bewitched, Licarte immediately pretended to be very loyal to Eldridge, but in private he had no loyalty to him whatsoever.

If Plu is considered to have a rebellious streak, then Ricard must be a guy with a rebellious streak in the back of his head. Because no matter who he works for, he always thinks about rebelling and taking everything from the person he is loyal to.

Human greed is insatiable, like a snake trying to swallow an elephant. Richard was precisely that kind of person, like a snake trying to devour an elephant. He didn't care whether he could manage what he had seized; he only wanted more. He was overthrown by his subordinates countless times throughout his life, yet he remained unrepentant, obsessed with gaining power—how similar he was to those members of the royal family!

After hearing Licarte's seemingly admonitory and persuasive words, Medivh Arms nodded vigorously, agreeing with what Licarte said.

“You’re absolutely right. We should be loyal to Eldridge and never question his grace because of a little difficulty!” Medivh Arms grabbed Licarte’s shoulder, laughing maniacally.

After saying that, Medivh Arms turned and left, leaving Licarte staring in disbelief.

But the moment Medivh left, both Medivh and Licarte curled their lips into sinister smiles.

It's obvious that both of them are treacherous individuals who have never told each other a single truth and are only ever thinking of using each other!

However, their every move, which they both harbored ill intentions and wanted to exploit, was under the surveillance of the Duchess of Taftier.

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"What are those elves doing? They've already assembled, but they're not attacking us." Standing on the city wall, Tures looked at the distant elven army through his binoculars and asked Lu Ming, Lothric, and Ramanlas, who were sitting on the ground nearby watching Miral and Henes make puppet soldiers, with some impatience.

"Why are you in such a hurry? They'll attack when they want to. Right now, we just need to conserve our strength and then deliver a heavy blow." Lu Ming glanced at Tures and asked with a hint of doubt.

“But they’ve been standing there for over an hour! They’re not tired, but our soldiers are on high alert and on edge!” Toure glanced at the soldiers on the city wall, looking at the soldiers of the army other than Deucalion and Euglesotus. Because of the long wait and vigilance, these were just ordinary soldiers with low stress tolerance. If they couldn’t be calmed down, there was a risk of a mutiny.

Hearing Tures's words, Lu Ming and Lothric glanced at the soldiers. Seeing their tense expressions, they exchanged a look, then stood up and said to the soldiers, "There's no need to worry. The elves are just using this method to put psychological pressure on us and reduce our fighting strength! We don't need to be nervous. The more nervous we are, the happier the elves will be. So we should put pressure on them in return and prevent them from attacking us!"

"But how can we put pressure on them?" A female knight standing among a group of soldiers suddenly asked after hearing Lu Ming and the other man's words.

Lu Ming glanced at her and, recognizing her as Edsor's personal guard, replied with a smile, "We need to make them feel that we don't care about them, thus making them suspect that we've prepared a trap and dare not act rashly!"

Lothric then said, "So all of you, jump up and sing! Forget about the elves!"

"Eh~~!!!!" Upon hearing Lothric's words, Tures was taken aback. Then, he was surprised to see that after hearing Lu Ming and Lothric's orders, Lu Ming's and Lothric's personal guards took the lead in pulling the other commanders' personal guards to start singing and dancing.

With them taking the lead, the other soldiers also started dancing and singing.

Soon, a relaxed atmosphere spread across the entire city wall, allowing the tense soldiers to relax and minimizing the possibility of a mutiny!

Upon learning of what Lu Ming and his men had done on the city wall, the opposing commander, Hylarton, was so enraged that he threw his sword to the ground and roared that he and his army should begin an attack.

However, Duchess Taftier stopped him. In her opinion, after Lu Ming and his men had been on guard for so long, they suddenly turned to singing and dancing on the city wall, showing no concern for their attack. This was very likely a trap set by Lu Ming and his men, waiting for them to fall into it!

So she said to Hylalton, "Today's siege is canceled. Instead, we'll hold it until early tomorrow morning, while the enemy soldiers are asleep. Then we can take Mordred Fortress in one fell swoop!"

Since Taftier's status and rank were far superior to his own, Hilarton, who felt that the other party was just playing tricks, could only obediently obey and have his officers inform the soldiers that today's siege was canceled.

In this way, Lu Ming and Losrick inadvertently averted a crisis.

However, this was also because Taftier used psychological pressure on them, letting them know that the elven commander was a cunning elf. The more skilled she was in this area, the more wary she would be of being tricked, naturally leading her to overthink and allowing their plan to succeed.

But you can only play this once; you might fail the second or third time.

So after the elven army temporarily withdrew, Lu Ming and Lothric began doing what they did when they attacked the capital of the Duchy of Yaru: making magic cannons.

Yes, Lu Ming and his group planned to use the time when the elves weren't attacking the city to build some magic cannons to defend against any elven attacks. Of course, these magic cannons would be relatively weak, otherwise, something bad might happen.

For example, if the magic cannons were too powerful, the excessive recoil could cause the city walls to collapse, which would be ridiculous. Therefore, Lu Ming and Lothric decided to create some less powerful magic cannons to avoid such problems. After all, they weren't the ones attacking the city, so they didn't need overly powerful magic cannons.

However, waiting until the next day...

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In the early hours of the morning, Lu Ming and Lothric arrived at the city wall and directed the mages to set up the magic cannons one by one and adjust them little by little, waiting for the elves to come and attack the city so that they could see the capabilities of the magic cannons and how they would be used to defend the city.

However, they waited until after 11 a.m., but the Elven army still hadn't shown up, which greatly frustrated Lu Ming and the others.

With no other option, everyone went back to their rooms to rest, leaving the guard duty to Toures and Edsor.

Upon seeing the magic cannon, he couldn't resist running over and grabbing it, demanding ownership of it from a nearby Yggdrasil mage.

The mage had no right to say anything about this; her status and rank were not high, so she was almost brought to tears by Tures's actions.

Fortunately, Ramanlas and Miral arrived just then, temporarily relieving the magician's predicament.

However, under Torres' persistent pleading, Mirall, lacking any backbone, accepted Torres' offer of a viscount title, and Ramanlas signed an agreement to transfer the two magic cannons.

This resulted in the magician being severely reprimanded by Lu Ming, and she and Ramanlas were confined by Lu Ming for nearly a month!

He happily handed the transfer document to Haimir and told her to keep it. Then, Tures saw the direction of the small town in the distance and said, "I heard that the commander of the elven race this time is an elven duchess. Although she is a noblewoman without territory, she is able to command an army of more than 100,000 elves. That is really enviable!"

"Aren't you a general now too?" Leaning against the parapet, Ramanas gazed into the distance, a faint smile on his face, and asked Tures.

"This is different!"

"What's the difference? In my opinion, the only difference between you is the level of your titles and the number of soldiers you command."

"Perhaps that's how you see it, but in my opinion, she and I are not the same. At least she has freedom, while I don't."

Upon hearing Tures's words, Ramanlas paused slightly, then said unhappily, "Do you really think freedom is good? Even if freedom will kill Haimir, do you still want freedom?"

Upon hearing this, Tures was startled. She looked at Ramanlas and asked angrily, "Duke Unos, what do you mean by that?! Are you planning to report me to my brother?!"

“My dear, Miss Torres, do you really think that your brother, Grand Duke Reys Hedist, needs someone to report him to find out about your affairs?” Ramanlas glanced at Torres and chuckled.

Upon hearing this, Tures couldn't help but glare at his personal guard, because she was the one Rell had sent to watch over him.

However, she didn't say anything, nor did she have time to say anything...

"The Elven army is coming!" A soldier on guard suddenly pointed into the distance and shouted.

Upon hearing this, Tures and the others hurriedly sent men to summon their entire army. As for Lu Ming, Lothric, and those who had been working all night, they were left undisturbed to avoid being scolded.

They're the kind of guys who'll wake up on their own eventually; there's no need for the soldiers to risk waking them.

"They're not planning on playing any more tricks today!" Once all the soldiers had assembled and arrived at the city wall with bows and enough arrows, Edsor noticed that the army of the Aifa Empire had begun its advance towards the fortress, unlike yesterday when they were dragging their feet.

From their appearance to the start of the battle with Mordred's garrison, the people of Aifa took less than fifteen minutes. They didn't give Ramanlas and his men even a moment to spare. Most of them had just put their arrows into their quivers when they had to start fighting Aifa's army.

After Ramanlas and others had been leading their soldiers in a battle against Aifa's army for some time, they ordered the mages to bombard Aifa's soldiers with magic cannons!

As the magic cannon slowly charged, Ramanlas and Tures sensed the madness of the elven soldiers. They had already noticed the magic cannon on the city wall and that it was charging. They charged forward like madmen, breaking through Ramanlas's defenses little by little and reaching the city wall.

But all of this came to an abrupt halt with the deafening roar of the magic cannons...

Chapter Nineteen: Stalemate

Awakened by the roar of the magic cannons, Lu Ming hurriedly put on his armor and ran to the city wall, where he saw Ramanlas and Tures directing the mages to continuously bombard the elven army.

However, what worried him was that although the magic cannon was powerful enough to defeat a portion of the elven army, prolonged bombardment could overload the cannon and cause it to temporarily malfunction.

Although the malfunction may not last long, it can still negatively impact the morale of our soldiers.

So as soon as he arrived, Lu Ming began to direct the archers to attack, telling the soldiers not to rely solely on the magic cannons, otherwise, if the runes on the magic cannons became overloaded and the cannons temporarily malfunctioned, they would be unable to defend against the elven attack.

However, while directing the archers to fight off the elves who were forcibly enduring the bombardment of the magic cannons and charging towards the fortress, Lu Ming was quite surprised to discover that within the elven army, some Dark Cursed Ones were using the Protect Pokémon skill to provide a protective barrier for the elven soldiers, shielding them from the magic cannon fire.

Lu Ming was quite surprised by this, because he had never seen the Dark Cursed Ones protect people or elves who were not of the Dark faction. They were already being lenient by not eating the elves, yet now they were protecting them. Had these Dark Cursed Ones all changed their nature?

But soon, Lu Ming saw that the Dark Cursed Ones were all chained up, clearly enslaved by the Elves. Moreover, the Elves seemed to have found a way to resist their Cursed Death Clouds, allowing them to pass through the Dark Cursed Ones' Cursed Death Clouds at will without being affected by them.

"Damn it, what tricks are these elves playing?" Looking at the Dark Cursed Ones who were occasionally using their protection to shield the elven soldiers from the magic cannon fire, Lu Ming muttered to himself unhappily.

At this moment, Lothric, who had also been awakened by the sound of artillery fire, also arrived at the scene.

"How is the situation now?" Lothric asked Lu Ming as soon as he arrived.

"Because of our magic cannons, it's difficult for Aifa's army to get close. But as you can see, those Dark Cursed Ones are using protective skills to protect their elven soldiers, making it difficult for our artillery fire to kill any elves. As a result, we can neither let them breach the first layer of the city wall nor repel them!" Lu Ming said unhappily, pointing at Aifa's army that was desperately charging forward.

"Moreover, the most important thing now is that they have only deployed two-thirds of their army. We don't know where the remaining tens of thousands of elves are now!" Edsor said, continuing Lu Ming's words as he walked over to Lothric.

Upon hearing this, Lothric frowned, saying with some unease, "Are they planning to use these elves to hold us back while they themselves pass through Morgan Forest and head straight for Erebus? But there are so many wyverns in the forest, and there are even legends of several ancient dragons living deep within it. Those elves alone might not be able to get through Morgan Forest. Even if they could, the number of elves who survive would probably be less than a few hundred. Such an approach would be pitifully unprofitable for the elves. So, where did their soldiers go? Could they be plotting something else?"

“I think they might not be trying to pull any weird tricks, but rather that they have to leave some soldiers in the small town to support the soldiers who are currently attacking the city!” Lu Ming said to Lothric after casually shooting down a Dark Curse.

"You mean, their commander is still cautiously thinking we've set a trap because of our countermeasures?" Edsor asked, looking at Lu Ming with disbelief.

“Otherwise, why do you think they dare not launch a full-scale attack on us? It’s because they’re afraid of traps!” Lu Ming looked at Edsor as if he were an idiot, then turned to Lothric and said, “If I’m not mistaken, the remaining elven forces will arrive here in a few hours and begin their full-scale siege!”

Upon hearing this, Lothric turned and glanced at the second wall, which was fifty meters away from the first wall.

Seeing this, Lu Ming understood Lothric's meaning without him having to say it. Currently, only two-thirds of the elven army was fighting them to a draw. If the remaining elven troops joined the attack, they would only be able to retreat to the second wall, and possibly even the third and fourth walls.

When they retreated to the fourth city wall, they were basically able to leave with all their soldiers through the teleportation magic circle deep inside the fortress, and then begin fighting the duchy's internal forces against the elven army.

However, this essentially means that Erebus has lost its ability to counterattack, and fighting the Elven forces within the duchy would cause unpredictable losses to the duchy, which is the last thing Lu Ming and the others wanted to see!

"Lothric, it seems we didn't make enough magic cannons last night!" Lu Ming glanced at the second city wall, chuckled self-deprecatingly, and then said to Lothric.

“Yes. Not enough!” Lothric drew his bow fully, smiled slightly, and then released an arrow, pinning a Dark Curse-wielder to the ground.

Seeing this, Lu Ming couldn't help but smile. He then pulled out several golden arrows and instantly pinned several of the Dark Cursed Ones to the ground...

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It's 3 PM.

In a small town several kilometers from Mordred Fortress, Taftier was waiting for news from Mordred Fortress.

Because of her expertise in intrigue and treachery, she held little hope for the attack on Mordred Fortress. The reason was that she believed Lu Ming and his men had set a trap, waiting for them to fall into it. Therefore, she left behind approximately 40,000 soldiers for her husband, who was leading the attack on Mordred Fortress, to support him after his defeat.

However, just as she was waiting for news from the front to prove herself right to the somewhat disgruntled soldiers who had been forced to stay behind, a soldier returning from the front brought her some bad news.

Upon seeing Duchess Taftier, the soldier knelt on one knee and reported, "Your Grace, the Count's side is at a stalemate, and we hope you can send troops to support him!"

Upon hearing this, Tafertiel's expression changed several times.

Because neither advantage nor disadvantage can create a stalemate. A stalemate means that the two sides are evenly matched, that is, neither side can defeat the other, nor will the other be defeated.

This is not the situation she had imagined!

However, the fact that Mordred Fortress, with a force of only a little over 80,000 men, mostly ragtag troops, was able to hold out against a fierce attack by nearly 100,000 troops, proves that the Mordred garrison was indeed prepared! It's just that the trap wasn't as terrible as Taffertier had imagined.

After realizing he had overestimated Lu Ming and his group's trap, Taffertier immediately ordered his personal guards, "Everyone, gather the troops! We're going to support Count Bilal!"

"Yes, Your Grace!" Upon hearing Duchess Taftier's order, the guards immediately sprang into action and went to summon the army.

However, after all the elves had left, her expression suddenly turned gloomy.

After settling into her chair, Duchess Taffertier said angrily, "A feint! Well done! Humans! Beastmen! Merfolk!"

At this moment, her adjutant entered, bowed respectfully to her, and then said, "Your Grace, I think the garrison of Mordred Fortress knows that you are skilled in strategy and will think things through before acting. That's why they did something strange like yesterday, making you think about their purpose and thus not daring to attack the city, so as to buy time for reinforcements from other duchies in the Kingdom of Miracaesar to arrive!"

“You’re right, that’s exactly what those Miracathians wanted. But the fact that they managed to hold off Bilal’s attack shows they had some planning. If they had attacked rashly yesterday, they might have suffered losses. The reason Bilal is unharmed today is because they sent Licarte Wendslan and Medivh Ams with the Deep Cursed to assist him!” Although Tafertiel had realized she had misjudged the situation, as a high-ranking female elven noble, her inherent arrogance prevented her from admitting she was inferior to her husband.

However, when the adjutant heard that Taftier had sent Ricard Wendersland and Medivh Arms to assist Hilarton Bilal, he was greatly alarmed and asked, "Your Grace, don't you know that those two treacherous lackeys are treacherous and untrustworthy? Sending them to assist Lord Bilal in attacking Mordred Fortress is like sending him into the lion's den!?"