Chapter 113
It’s getting late, and the cold wind whistling sky is once again hung with an icy silver hook. The killing north wind passes through the towers of the castle, leaving behind a young woman crying echo.
Loren, who has been busy all day, wakes up from meditation, his dark pupils illuminating the snowy wilderness and woods in the distance, waiting in silence.
The entire castle is carefully preparing for the upcoming battle. But apart from the Knights of count's guards, the remaining castle guards were completely confused and didn't even know what they were going to do.
This is also impossible. Right now, Ruben is impossible telling them that half of the Deep Limburg count leader headed by the Senna family is preparing for a rebellion, and they are the last line of defense for resistance.
According to Loren's understanding of these castle guards, I am afraid that as soon as this sentence is spoken, at least half of them will immediately run away. For the rest who are willing to stick to the castle, it is difficult to say how long they can hold on.
There is also a shack camp not far from the castle. Although Loren wants to evacuate some refugees into the castle, the current situation does not allow him to do so, because there is indeed not enough in the castle. Food too.
Previously, relying on the separation of refugees and arranging work for some of them, the purpose was to reduce food consumption; with the help of the nobles’ sneak attack and setting fire to the granary, Loren cut the amount of relief by half. But by now, the food in the castle had already been exhausted.
If you put refugees in the castle, you will be aware of this immediately. In order to survive, they will immediately betray the count that was once allocated to them-after all, survival is more important than anything else.
The more serious problem is that many of these refugees have been bought by the Senna family, and what will happen to Loren is completely unpredictable. These deep Limburg nobles lowered the lower moral limit time and time again, which really made Loren "impressive."
But let the refugees starve to death, neither Ruben nor Loren can accept it. After thinking about it, count decided to let go of the hunting grounds in his territory and let the refugees in.
Although it is already severe winter, there are still freed rabbits in the hunting grounds, wild squirrels and some fungus fruits buried in the ground. If you look carefully, you can still find food. There are also many hunters among the refugees, who will never starve themselves to death and can help the rest.
Loren can also see that Ruben, who made this decision, is actually very distressed. For this noble Young Master, the hunting ground is like his playground and back garden. Doing so is equivalent to letting people in and spoiling it. In the coming year, his hunting grounds will definitely not be able to hunt.
Slowly get up and move around. Loren, who is not wearing a wizard gown, puts on a brand new leather armor-this is a gift given to him by Ruben Fried after coming to Deep Limburg.
The exquisite dark brown shoulder pads and boots, the gloves are made of nitrated cowhide, and some joints are protected by redundant chain armor. Generally speaking, it is relatively light armor, which is very suitable for fast movement, and it is perfect for Loren. The protective effect also far surpasses the "tattered" body he wore when he was an attendant.
Especially in many places on the armor, Loren can clearly see the traces of alchemists participating in the production. Because there is a little wizard, an alchemy genius, he knows a little bit about this.
It seems that the wizards of this world don’t just know to do research in the laboratory...
Just when he heard something outside the door, he was going to go out and have a look At the time, a castle guard slammed open the door, panting in horror.
"My lord wizard, go and take a look. The outside of the castle is full of people!" The breathless guards trembled: "Those refugees are all outside. I'm afraid there are thousands of them. People!"
"Tell the soldiers guarding the city gate that you must never open the city gates!" Loren patted his shoulder and back, and asked calmly: "Count knows about it. Is it?"
"Master Count has rushed over and is waiting for you in the courtyard." The guard nodded: "We want to maintain order, but there are too many refugees outside, and it is still at night. Can't see clearly!"
Loren picked up the wand and turned and left the room. Before I walked to the courtyard, I heard the noisy shouts outside, which almost overwhelmed the voice of speaking.
The entire castle gate is full of guards holding a torch and running back and forth. The young count holding a long sword stands in the middle of the courtyard, and the crimson's cloak is gently floating under the moonlight. .
The gate of the castle has long been closed, and people outside can be heard constantly hitting the city gate. The momentum and movement are getting louder and louder. The frowned Ruben Friede is commanding calmly and calmly. Guards around.
“It’s already completely messed up outside-I was going to try to persuade them, but they can’t listen anymore!”
After seeing Loren coming, Ruben The tense expression relaxed slightly: "This must be someone deliberately making a ghost behind the scenes, otherwise it is impossible for them to come to the castle spontaneously on such a cold night!"
"How many of them are there?"
"The ghost only knows how many people there are, so you should go and see for yourself." Count's expression is ugly, because it is too nervous, and the veins in his hands are all exposed.
Two people climbed up the tower and looked from the wall between the walls. Under the moonlight, the silhouette grandiose outside the castle, the dotted torch resembled the Star River, almost invisible in the dark night.
The ragged refugees were crying and crying, all haggard, shouting hoarse and crying. It hit the gate of the castle like a surging river, knocking desperately with wooden sticks and stones.
The pale-faced Ruben expressions all trembled a bit. These refugees were supposed to be their most steadfast supporters, but now they stand on their opposite sides, and in turn have become a tool for the nobles to coerce themselves!
Once the castle is destroyed, everyone knows what will happen.
"Fortunately, the situation can be controlled somewhat." Reluctant to find a reason to comfort him, Ruben muttered to himself: "At least they don't have the weapons and equipment that can be used to attack the city. It is also very simple, it is impossible to break through the city wall of Deep Limburg."
The soldiers on the city wall are still chasing these refugees as far as possible, the closed gate and the angry shouts of the soldiers, The refugees, who were already tired and hungry, burst out with more angry and disappointed shouts.
The screaming sound is like a wave, and Loren and Ruben standing on the city wall can hardly hear any other sounds. Even the city wall seemed to be trembling in the sound, and the guards who could barely maintain order also began to feel at a loss.
"What should I do, just continue like this?" The young count was still unwilling: "They are all my leaders. It is because of me that I have become like this. I can't ignore them. !"
Loren didn’t answer him. He narrowed his dark eyes and looked into the distance, faintly seeing an orange red shadow moving, rising from a distance like a floating flame. .
The black hair wizard, whose eyes widened suddenly, didn't wait for the count beside him to react, and dragged him to the ground!
"Boom——!!!"
The huge rumbling sound pierced everyone's eardrums, and the entire castle seemed to be shaking. The screams of the guards were uploaded by the city wall of fierce strikes, the large and small rubble was dropped from the city wall that was cracked open, and many refugees standing under the city wall were buried alive.
Not only did the blood and death fail to deter these refugees, but the crowd burst into excitement, shouting, screaming, and piercing, as if they were celebrating. This carnival!
The gates of the castle vibrated under the impact of countless people, and the dust fell down—yes, they are indeed impossible to hit open the city gates, but if there is a stone thrower, that is not necessarily!
"This is the second time I was rescued by you!" Ruben, who got up from the ground, didn't have any gratitude for surviving, only incomparable anger: "No matter who did it, wait I grabbed him and cut off the heads of these bastards with my own hands!"
"In the name of the Holy Cross, I did what I said this time——!!!"
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