“… … Does that make sense?”
“Of course it doesn’t make sense. “With what architecture we know.”
The staff sighed again.
“But it seems the dwarves were able to do it.”
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“Ah, it’s such a shame to build something like this as a fortress.”
Standing on the castle wall and examining the Eldrill Guard, the white-bearded old dwarf sighed. A troll with large tusks standing next to him grinned and responded.
“I think it is the most magnificent building that is a testament to your technological prowess, Lord Marceline. “Even humans can build buildings that will last for hundreds of years, but this would be the first time in our long history that such poor construction was done with such outstanding technology.”
“… … That must be the first time. What kind of crazy dwarf would intentionally do shoddy construction?”
Atilca, the troll’s great sorcerer, shrugged his shoulders at the babbling Pope of Alport, Marqueline.
“It’s not a fortress that will be used for a long time anyway, so there’s no need to put in any effort, right? Anyway, building a fortress of this scale in such a short period of time makes me once again admire the technological prowess of the dwarves.”
“I just picked up whatever rocks I could find and piled them up, so there’s no reason it would take a long time.”
“It’s amazing that they piled up random rocks and had this kind of defense power.”
Marceline smiled bitterly.
“Because there was a cementerium for trolls. “No matter how confident we are in architecture, this is a bit too much.”
Currently, it has taken less than a year for Eldrill Guard to begin construction and be completed. In the first place, it was not a fortress to be used for a long time due to Leffenhardt’s operation, so it was built to last only for a short period of time. At first, Marceline thought it was an absurd request, but after encountering the troll’s cementerium, she changed her mind.
Cementerium, which has strong adhesive properties and can change its shape at will, was truly the most effective in hardening rubble. With the addition of the dwarves’ technological prowess, the Eldrill Guard managed to stay in place without collapsing even though it had been blocking the enemy’s offensive for over ten days.
Marceline stroked her beard with regret.
“If we had a lot of cementerium, we could have built a fortress that could last a thousand years… … .”
Cementerium, created by troll earthbenders, is a product that only high-ranking troll shamans can create. As a result, the amount was extremely insufficient to put all of it into this huge fortress.
“It’s just a shame that the durability is ruined because I used it after diluting it. “Can’t you make that cementerium in large quantities?”
Atilca shook her head at the regretful Marceline.
“If you gather only special ingredients, you can make it without even touching the soil. If that were the case, even practicing gurus would be able to do it. But for that, you need White Sigh Stone Powder. “If you want to make cementerium with just any dirt or sand, you need the dirt touch spell.”
“… … So what exactly is that white sighing stone dust? “If we knew that, I think we could dig up the ground and procure materials.”
“The powder that comes out when you break the ancient sighing stone. “It’s as white as flour.”
“… … “You don’t really understand with that explanation?”
Since the names are different between races, it is difficult to communicate. Marceline vowed that she would later obtain samples directly from the trolls and send them to Grand Forge. If done well, this is an opportunity to dramatically advance dwarven construction technology.
Atilka burst into laughter and comforted Marceline.
“That was then, and right now we have to overcome the tribulation right in front of us. “If you want to enjoy tomorrow’s sunshine, you have to endure tonight’s cold.”
With a grin, Marceline opened her expression. He moved his gaze outside the castle walls and moved his fingers.
“As expected, it looks like it’s going to be cold today again.”
Beyond the castle walls, the sound of siege drums was echoing again from the Basil Kingdom army that surrounded the fortress.
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Vasily’s arrogant soldiers surround the fortress and launch a siege using regular attacks. Numerous soldiers climb up the castle walls using ladders and siege engines, and are repeatedly hit by arrows and pelting stones.
Behind them, the knights were swinging their swords and continuing to shout.
“Vasil’s warriors! Capture that castle today! “I will give 10,000 gold coins to the first person to capture the wall!”
The Basil Kingdom army is not as loyal as the Empire, nor does it have fanatical beliefs like the Holy Army or Holy Knights. So Sir Egrad was encouraging the soldiers with rewards, a traditional way of boosting morale.
However, despite this, the morale of the soldiers did not increase much. They had already experienced for themselves how strong the defenses of that castle wall were over the past ten days.
“Wow, it’s ten thousand gold coins.”
“Yesterday it was eight thousand coins.”
“On the first day it was five hundred gold coins. “It’s gone up a lot.”
“Commander, you’re a bit of a bitch too. “Why don’t you just raise it a little bit and raise it by a thousand or two thousand?”
At the time of the competition, Sir Egrad was confident of victory. He had already heard that most of the power of the Principality of Antares had escaped from the Vastalon Empire to Crovence.
In the Principality of Antares, where the main force was missing, the only people to worry about were King Reppenhardt, Snow Queen Iniya, and Orc Matron Starla. The rest were a ragtag group, so I thought that if I swarmed them with an arrogant force, I would be able to win.
But when I actually opened the lid, the story was different.
The Principality of Antares still had considerable hidden power.
At Eldrill Guard, where the siege was in full swing, dozens of trolls wearing strange clothing appeared on the walls. These people all had protruding molars and had patterns drawn all over their bodies – they were troll gurus.
The troll gurus began to sing, striking the bones and stone axes in their hands and beating the drums.
“The lake roars and the thunder is silent; the fords turn and turn and come down in blood-red floods; this is the sorrow of the earth mother…” … .”
A red mist rose and flowed down the castle walls. The Vasily Kingdom army, swept away by the bloody fog, screams and is completely swept away. The troll spell that Atilka also used was powerful enough to collapse a canyon at the time, but even this was enough to remove the enemy forces clinging to the castle walls.
One of Vasily’s old soldiers was shaken as he was swept away by the fog.
“Hey, those monsters again!”
To aid the Kingdom of Crovence, Leffenhardt and Charles did not spare the Antares army. A large number of powerful Orcs, Elves, and Dwarves were deployed to the western front of Crovence.
But the trolls couldn’t do that. Unlike other races that were slaves, trolls were monsters from the basics. No matter how much perception has changed, it is difficult to blend in with humans like other races.
Also, do the trolls have a bit of an ugly look? First of all, after deducting points based on appearance, it was too risky to send them abroad like other races.
So, Carol preserved the troll army intact and deployed it to defend the Principality of Antares. This was the reason why Carol was confident of victory even after draining most of his power.
As a blood-red fog swept over the castle walls, a loud cry was soon heard from above Eldril Fortress.
“Guru! “I need your strength!”
It was the voice of a human commander who entrusted himself to Reppenhardt. Then, one side of the castle wall opens and a group of troll troops emerge. These men, all consisting of gurus, swept away Vasily’s army, ringing loudly with bells.
Jingling jingling jingling!
“The earth cries, the sky cries, I cry, and you cry.”
“Cut, cut, cut, cut… … .”
“The stream will flow and become a river, become a sea, and rise to the sky… … .”
Every time the troll-language shaman rang out, the blood of the Vasily Kingdom army soaked the battlefield. Blood and screams scream.
Vasily’s knights rode with trembling pride.
“Shit! “Those monsters!”
“Monsters that can’t die!”
The Troll Guru’s power was truly forged, as he possessed movements superior to those of a knight, used strange magic, made magic impervious to magic, and regenerated on the spot the spears and arrows of ordinary soldiers.
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A knight let out a scream as he fell from his horse after being hit by the troll guru’s stone axe.
“Damn it! Now even trolls are like humans!”
The trolls, who were once dismissed as nothing more than monsters, have now formed a clear formation and are exterminating themselves by following a strategy like an army.
“This crazy world!”
As he passed by the fallen knight without killing him, a troll guru looked back at him. The troll growled and spoke in the common language, with its ugly face and creepy tusks exposed.
“You see us as less than animals, but we will treat you as more than human beings. “He is not dead, so cherish his life.”
The knight, who had fallen from his horse due to the inappropriately wise words, fell to the ground with his eyes wide open. However, the troll guru had already left and was running towards another knight.
Once the troll shaman division sweeps the battlefield, the display quickly becomes dizzy. Sir Egrad frowned. I’ve already changed my strategy several times, but I still can’t think of a way to deal with those trolls.
“After all, the only way is to push it to the elite level.”
Sir Egrad immediately gave the signal.
“Set out Sir Patran, Sir Sparon, and Sir Kettle!”
Soon, three blade aurors erupted from the Vasily Kingdom army.
They were free Auror users secretly deployed by the Vastalon Empire. The Empire deployed all four free Auror users to southern Antares. This was another reason why Sir Egrad assured victory.
Command Swordsman Patran rushed to the battlefield, wielding a jet-black Blade Aura. Next, Sparon of the Heavenly Sword and Kettle of the Steel Knight rode fearfully across the battlefield.
Patran pulled out his sword and shouted.
“I will slaughter you today! “You ugly trolls!”
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Patran, a free auror who turned 55 this year, was originally a contract killer from the Kingdom of Halaine.
While living as a hitman, he accidentally encountered proper Auror swordsmanship, eventually succeeded in awakening his Auror status and earned the title of knight. However, his long-standing habit of murder took hold in his soul, and his Blade Aura took on the attribute of death.
If you get cut by Patran’s Blade Aura, the wound will not heal, and no matter how strong you are, you will become sick. Moreover, since no divine healing will work, there is no way to take care of the injury other than natural healing.
Because of his abilities, which were more bizarre than strong, the people of the world feared Patran, calling him the Ghost Swordsman.
If you are an Auror user, your natural healing ability is superior, so even if you get cut, it is just an ordinary injury. But it is different for one soldier. Partran can turn hundreds of troops into ‘wounded and seriously ill’ simply by dispersing the aura very lightly and so widely that it has almost no lethal force.
So, Command Swordsman Patran was one of the ‘Auror users specialized in the battlefield’ recognized even on the continent.
“Taaaat!”
The Auror user in the lead, Command Swordsman Patran, raised his sword above his head. The Blade Aura lightly disperses and scatters in all directions like a snowstorm. A pitch-black blizzard covered the troll shamans.
Hahaha!
However, even in that black blizzard, the troll gurus were not seriously injured.
“Let’s return to normal!”
Even though their entire bodies were cut by the blizzard, the troll gurus did not panic and began to leave the battlefield. Obviously, if he were a human, he would have suffered from serious illness due to Patran’s auror skill, ‘Over Soul Slash’. However, since the troll’s body’s regenerative ability is so excellent, it is almost ineffective.
Following this, Kettle, the Knight of Steel, and Sparon of the Heavenly Sword each activated their Auror skills.
“Iron Crow!”
The auror takes on the attribute of steel and takes the form of a claw, sweeping the battlefield.
“Thousand Swords!”
As the name suggests, the figures of numerous Auror Swords, not a thousand, but well over a hundred, chase after the Troll Guru.
Like Patran, Sparon of the Heavenly Sword and Kettle of the Steel Knight are also ‘Auror users familiar with the battlefield.’
Maybe it’s the skill of a command swordsman. Sparron and Kettle’s attacks are sufficiently threatening even to troll gurus. However, the Gurus were able to leave the battlefield safely. The moment they launched their attack, a shadow from Eldrill Fortress quickly intervened.
“Soar, rise, swirl, and sing!”
The shadow in the middle stands on its head and swings its legs quickly. A whirlwind arises, and Kettle and Sparon’s Blade Auras bounce off and scatter in all directions.
Soon, a tall troll with a height of 2 meters stood up and stepped on the ground. Sparon of the Heavenly Sword ground his teeth at the sight of him.
“You showed up. “Ivory molars!”
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Atilka began beating the drum on her waist with both hands.
Boom, boom, boom, boom!
Through the rhythm, the magical power is carried by sound waves and spreads in all directions. The morale contained in the aura of Command Swordsman Patran is purified, and the powerful fog of illness literally turns into just ‘fog’.
Patran clicked his tongue.
“You did that again!”
When dealing with Auror users, crowding around soldiers and preventing them from concentrating is a typical tactic used not only by Partrans but also by those who specialize in the battlefield. But that method doesn’t work on that monster troll. He fights against himself while protecting his allies on the battlefield with strange magic-like spells.
Partran, whose morale is gone, becomes nothing more than a novice Auror user. Patran gritted his teeth and stepped back.
“Go first, Mercenary King Kettle!”
Kettle, the Knight of Steel, frowned and stepped forward.
