Chapter 178

Once the Arctic wasteland, is a vast snowfield, but now here is an ice free black sea.

The temperature was so low that the witches had to put a spell on themselves to prevent the hot breath from forming frost on their faces, but the sea did not freeze at all. The black sea water is surging, making a loud sound, wrapping people in it. The broken white waves become the only ornament of this strange black sea.

The sea water is surging boundlessly, and the tide rises and falls irregularly.

Witches ride brooms, pull up the distance and look down from the sky.

In the high altitude, they finally found that the water seemed to be flowing in one direction, and the distribution of the spray was like a huge vortex. Along the direction of the spray arc, they fly forward, the sound of the sea is getting louder and louder, and finally it has become rumbling like continuous thunder.

Here, the whole world is just sea water.

It's a whirlpool of several kilometers, from which the sea water continuously falls, just like falling into a dark bottomless abyss. The wind from the center of the vortex upward with water vapor, forming a tornado that is difficult to get close to. The rules of nature don't work here.

The witches drew out their wands, and light came out from the top of the wands, forming a six pointed star in mid air. The witch patriarch stood up from the broom, stepped on the line of the six pointed star, walked in the void on the whirlpool, and the wind moved her black robe. The witch patriarch holds the ice hockey sealed with black snake in her left hand and an ink bottle carved with keel in her right hand.

As she moves forward, the tornado is separated by invisible forces in front of her.

Arriving at the center of the vortex, the ice hockey held by the witch patriarch's left hand floated upward and became larger rapidly in the wind. The sealed black snake began to dissipate, and became one by one of the imprisoned legal texts written in ancient divine script.

The witch patriarch opened the dragon bone ink bottle. It was thick. I don't know whose blood flew from it and penetrated into the crystal ball. The blood gathered and twisted like a snake, forming one new word after another, writing a new law after the incomplete law.

After the last word of the law was formed, the witches could no longer maintain the array, the light was interrupted, and the witch patriarch fell into the abyss in the center of the vortex. A witch flies over on a broom, grabs her hand and drags her out of the whirlpool.

The whirling wind column collapsed in an instant, and the violent wind direction rolled away in all directions.

The witches were driven away by the storm so far that they could hardly see the whirlpool on the sea.

The light rose from the sea, and the witches wore special glasses to look at the direction of the whirlpool. When the witch patriarch saw the ice hockey given to her by the king, it had become huge, just like the moon falling from the sky to the sea. And the moon is just about to set on the whirlpool of the sea, filling the whole whirlpool.

White light from the center of the ice ball filled vortex began to spread in all directions, the black sea was covered with ice at an amazing speed, and snow began to fall from the sky. Vaguely, the power of chaos and fury in the world's northernmost point is rapidly being quelled.

The witch patriarch was relieved at last.

The new law is exerting its power.

From then on, the last door between the dusty kingdom of gods and the world was completely sealed.

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The crow arrived at Jolin with the letter and the moisture of the sea.

Waiting for a long time, the king reached out and took the letter from the vast ice field on the other side of the abyss Strait from the crow's leg. After a quick glance at the letter from the witch patriarch, the king folded it and threw it into the fireplace.

"Let's go."

The king stood up and said to the housekeeper who was waiting.

According to the plan, the king is now going to visit the wounded soldiers in person.

At this time, just at dawn, people in the city can hear the huge stones thrown by the catapult crashing on the towers and walls. In the roar, the king walked through the streets of Jolin without riding or carriage. The early risers and soldiers on patrol met him and saluted him. He nodded in response.

Encouraged by her mother, a girl crossed the street and ran to the king. She held up a small basket full of roses and sent it to the king.

"Thank you, your majesty."

The girl looked up at the king who was about the same age as her brother.

"Kings bless Legrand."

"Kings bless Legrand."

The king said he took a rose with morning dew from the basket and pinned it on his collar.

"Go and give it to them, good girl."

The patrolling guards passed by in armor. They saw the king, stopped and raised their swords to show respect. The girl looked at the king, looked at her mother smiling at her, and ran to the guards with the flower basket. Between the heaven and the earth, the morning light was dim, and the patrolling guards were in a hurry to take the flowers from the girl and solemnly pinned them on the armor.

It's like it's not just a rose, it's a badge of glory."Let's go."

Said the king to the housekeeper.

There's nothing better.

The housekeeper looked at the scene and vaguely understood the king's intention of walking.

The roar and gunfire were familiar to the people of Jolin during this period. The Holy Land holy army led by theold himself and the frontier holy army coming up through the doma River started from the East and west sides, and surrounded the city of Jolin. Since the city of Jolin was built, this is the largest siege it has encountered.

Relying on the king's early preparation, early formulation of the food distribution system, and daily broadcast of the victory from the southeast, the atmosphere in the city of Jolin, which was blocked by the army, was not bad.

In the bar, the clown with rape on his face made up a cheerful song, throwing a colored ball and singing. In the song, he praised the holy army for treating Jolin as the center of the world, which is the supreme glory of Jolin city Some of them are the masterpieces of the clowns and the gags themselves, while others are hard to say that there is no king behind them.

In any case, the people of Jolin are still optimistic in the face of nearly 100000 troops.

The opposite is the atmosphere of the holy army outside the city.

In war, besieging a city has always been a matter of time and patience. If the besieged castle is strong enough and the fortifications are strong enough, then the attacking side can only wait for the defending side to run out of food in order to win. Sometimes, it is not uncommon for a siege to last for a year or two.

Unfortunately for the holy army, the city of Jolin is such a military fortress.

I don't know where Legrand got the neurotic architect. They armed the castle to their teeth. The location of the towers on the city wall is tricky. After accurate calculation of the archery holes, the firepower overturned from the city wall is like a rainstorm, with no gap. Legrand was not ashamed of the name of "heresy" imposed on them by Saint tinge. They did not know when they built a group of crossbows which were forbidden by Saint tinge.

It's a real nightmare when the soldiers with crossbows fire sharp arrows from the archery holes that take care of each other.

While the holy Army soldiers were hiding in the siege tower and approaching the city, the people of Legrand put forward buckets of green liquid to pour down the wall. At first, the holy Army soldiers were relieved to see that it was not rolling oil, but soon they found that the green liquid fell down by the rograntes was so corrosive that the wooden siege tower fell apart as soon as it was touched. From mid air, the soldiers fell into the moat full of sharp gravel, bloody and beyond recognition.

Because it was like the "green liquid" of secret weapons, the holy army firmly believed that roglan really took refuge in evil and darkness.

The officers of the holy army sent people to collect some green liquid. They recognized it in the command post for a long time, but they couldn't tell what it was.

In fact, this must be attributed to a group of people who are also in Jolin city at this time.

They are from the first Department of pathological research in Legrand, the "lunatic hospital" for short.

"I don't think it's right. Who's going to come and do another experiment?"

"Try the two together."

"No, the corrosivity is too high for ordinary materials to bear..."

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In a makeshift convent hospital, researchers in white robes move quickly with all kinds of strange experiments. In the courtyard of the hospital, there are buckets of dark green liquid arranged neatly. The guards came and went, wheelbarrows carefully carrying these things from the hospital.

When the housekeeper accompanied the king into the madman's territory, even if it was not the first time, he still subconsciously felt his scalp numb, and felt that he was surrounded by a group of neuropathy.

The first pathological research department of Legrand was originally set up on an uninhabited island not too far away from the port of kossia. After the fall of kosiya, the king immediately ordered them to withdraw from the southeast coast as soon as possible - the pathological research department gathered almost all of roglan's outstanding biomedical talents, each of whom was an important asset of roglan.

It is worth mentioning that the researchers of the madman hospital treasure their research results and various experiments, and almost fail because they are reluctant to give up the samples and data. Finally, thanks to the new witches in the research department, they solved the problem with their own witchcraft and flying brooms.

Under the protection of the witches, some of the researchers returned to METZL, where the Rose Palace is located, with experimental samples and materials, while others came to Jolin with other things. An excellent pharmacist can often play another role, and the previously neglected knowledge is emerging in this battlefield.

The green liquid that the holy army officers could not recognize was the masterpiece of the researchers.

At the beginning, after the king and the devil killed the Lord of "greed and ill gotten gains", the gold coins guarded by the LORD were sent to the Royal warehouse. The gold coins were full of green strong corrosive unknown liquid. Adhering to the principle of "making the best use of everything", the king asked people to collect the green liquid when cleaning gold coins.After the establishment of the first Institute of pathology in Legrand, the king sent some of the fluids to the Institute.

The researchers at the madman hospital did not live up to expectations. Using the unique corrosive mucus from hell lords as raw materials, they developed a new liquid weapon with strong pertinence to siege equipment, which is called greedy saliva.

In addition to this part of the less visible work, the lunatic hospital with the sign of "pathology research department" is also a serious hospital. In this era when the military doctors on the battlefield were generally clergymen, this was undoubtedly a rare privilege.

Although the garrison went well, many soldiers were injured.

Some of them hit the city wall with huge stones, some of them were broken by broken stones, and some of them were injured when they repulsed the enemy who ascended the city. The wounded soldiers in the garrison were replaced for the first time and brought to this hospital which looks a bit gloomy.

The hall of the monastery has been modified and filled with hospital beds.

"Gentlemen, you'd better be safe. Anyone who's not hurt is thinking of sneaking out, just waiting to be thrown into the bucket by me." Wearing a white robe, the head of the first pathological research department of Legrand, and the pharmacist Duna, who had a serious habit of cleanliness, led a gray faced young man quickly into the room.

In addition to some unusual research areas, the medical skills of the members of the pathological research department are undoubtedly outstanding. Under the strict requirements of their cleanliness minister, the cleanliness of the hospital is ten blocks higher than that of ordinary clinics. There is no place for the ointment made from newborn puppies and laurel earthworms.

However, the fact that the death rate of the wounded is so low is not only related to the fact that the hospital for the insane pays attention to disinfection and antivirus, but also related to other people. That's the witches. Some very serious injuries were saved with the witch's Potion.

The wounded soldiers were surprised to find that their wounds healed much more smoothly than expected, and their written letters were almost useless. The only thing I'm not used to is that people in this hospital, from top to bottom, are a little bit eccentric and weird.

If you can, everyone would like to leave here early.

Seeing the young man who failed to escape, other wounded people lying in the lobby couldn't help laughing happily.

The ridiculed young soldier had a bitter face and could not say a word under the pharmacist's stormy scolding.

But soon, he was overjoyed.

Because the king came in from the entrance of the hall - their majesty came to see the wounded soldiers in person.

All the laughter stopped in an instant, and the wounded couldn't believe their eyes. Near the door, a soldier was so excited that he forgot his injury that he turned over and got out of bed to salute the king.

"Lie down, sir."

Said the king, half jokingly, holding his shoulder.

"I don't want to see my soldiers not taken away by the enemy's arrow, but lost their lives for a harmless gift."

"Yes, your majesty!"

The soldier replied excitedly.

The pharmacist came forward and led the King through the hospital bed, telling the king about the causes of the injuries, the current treatment level, the level of recovery and the possible sequelae. The king listened patiently and asked the soldiers' names from time to time.

"Recover well, and Legrand will remember you."

After a walk, the king looked around and raised his voice.

"For the glory of Legrand!"

The wounded answered in unison.

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Time passed in the attack and defense of both sides, the chill of autumn became more and more intense, and winter seemed to come at any time.

The war is in a stalemate.

The holy army has cut off all contact with the outside world, and the weapons and food supply of Jolin are rapidly decreasing. But the holy army could not win any further. Once they succeeded in digging down a tower of Jolin castle. But when they got up the next day, they found that the roglans had repaired the tower overnight.

With the passage of time, the soldiers of Legrand were inspired by the victory of the southeast, and their morale did not drop. Some of the wounded have not fully recovered and want to fight back on the city wall - if it wasn't for the lunatic Hospital researchers who were too strong, they might have.

Different from them, the spirit of the sacred soldiers outside the city was in the doldrums.

The wells near the camp were poisoned by the Legrand people, so they had to go to great lengths to transport fresh water from the doma river. In addition, the surrounding food and materials have been transported by the Legrand people in advance, and the food seized from the countryside alone can not supply the army of so many people. Before that, the arrival of the frontier holy army was equivalent to opening a way for the holy army to transport grain from the doma river. Grain was transported from the eastern port of the abyss Strait through the fleet of the frontier holy army, which temporarily relieved the pressure of the holy army.

The problem is that after the reconstruction of Blaise, ferry III regained control of their grain transportation port and completely cut off their grain transportation route from the source.Food is the life of an army. When the news of Brescia's restoration and the seizure of the port came to the holy army, it caused a great disturbance. Apart from the order of the Templars, which directly belongs to Pope theold himself, other commanding officers of the holy army movement are far more concerned about supplies than the siege of Colin itself.

The current situation is not optimistic for them.

They need food badly.

According to West ord's orders, the sea holy army, which went up from the south-east to the north of Legrand, was the most dissatisfied. They believe that this decision of theold made the holy army lose all the victories it had won. Their sacrifice in the southeast has become meaningless, and their achievements have become nothing.

And the holy army, which is directly under the command of the Pope, does not seem to be doing much better.

In addition to the main force of Blaise's old nobles who were destroyed in the battle of Duro, there are also some small nobles and vagrant knights who attempt to cling to the great tree of the Holy See. They have followed the order of Templars from the beginning. After landing from the port of Putao, we crossed the Maisen hills and the kava mountains. We were a little exhausted in the long journey. Fortunately, the knight who didn't damage the horse in the journey had to bear the pain to kill his horse as food.

Legrand cut down nearly all the wood in the vicinity in advance, and the only small amount of wood was taken away in order to make engineering equipment. The lack of firewood made it difficult for soldiers to roast raw meat and dry food. The treatment of ordinary infantry was even worse. They had to catch some mice and wild dogs in the fields and feed themselves with weeds.

In this case, soldiers began to sneak away at night. However, food shortage and desertion are not the most serious problems for the holy army.

At present, the most intractable problem is the sudden conflict between the Holy Land holy army, the sea holy army and the border holy army.

The frontier holy army was responsible for the blockade of the waterways of Jolin city and the transportation of grain from the port of herid city to Jolin city. When Ferri III recaptured the grain port of the holy Empire, the sea lifeline of the holy army was cut off. The situation of the frontier holy army is better than that of the holy army. They have their own food.

Seeing that the alliance could still have bread to eat, they had to gnaw at the raw horse meat and even mice that were hard to swallow. The holy army of the Holy Land and the holy army of the sea became more and more anxious day by day. Many fierce Knights accused the holy army of intercepting the food that should have belonged to them. In the face of this groundless accusation, the frontier holy army, who worked as a transporter for a period of time but was suspected, was particularly angry.

If time goes on like this, the soldiers' escape from the army caused by hunger will become a small problem. What's more serious is that it is likely to lead to the collapse of the alliance, and everyone will turn against each other.

As theold examined the finished defense structure of Jolin in the main account, sissian opened the curtain and came in with worry.

"They're fighting."

Sissian report.

Theold marked one spot on the picture without looking up, as if he wasn't worried about it at all. During this period of time, theold was indifferent to the commotion of the soldiers below. He didn't know exactly what he was going to do.

"The brawls between some of the brassie knights and the border Knights have been stopped." "But Your majesty, food is a problem. And then there is... "

"Come on, there's some bad news."

Asked theold calmly, standing up straight and examining the drawing.

"There is a rumor that Holy Spirit Bay was captured by Nujin empire."

Sissian carefully organized the wording.

The news came from the people of Legrand, and it was written on a piece of cloth, tied to the sharp arrows fired by the people of Legrand. After learning of this, sissian quickly sent someone to destroy the strips and strictly prohibited the spread of rumors. But what made him suspicious was that if it was true, the holy army should have known about it earlier than Legrand.

Unless

Someone in the holy army blocked the news.

And in the holy army, only one person can do it.

That's west old.