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Chapter 144.1: The Suffering of Governing (1)

With the dawn, the dwarves merrily began pushing the siege engines. The dwarves had always been the leading technologists of the age.

As the state-of-the-art trebuchets boasted their mighty power, the dwarves let out cheers of joy.

Those crazy dwarf b*stards. . .

What did they make?

The mercenaries looked at the dwarves with bored eyes. The mercenaries fundamentally respected the dwarves. The reputation of the dwarf warriors had always been great.

But seeing them stacking those up, they couldnt think anything but that it was ridiculous.

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Is the siege tower really not necessary?

Yes. Please trust us, Your Excellency.

Mackald spoke resolutely. Although the siege tower itself, moving the huge tower and attaching it to the wall to attack, was a powerful weapon in sieges, there was no need for it this time.

The dwarves had already finished their calculations.

Its enough to collapse the wall. No need for a siege tower.

I see. I trust you.

Yes. The <World Destroyer> and the <Mountain Tearer> will be especially active.

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Those two trebuchets, we put in some new technologies in particular. . .

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Johan grumbled to himself. The dwarves naming sense wasnt great, but he couldnt say that. They were names passed down from dwarf ancestors.

That aside, it was a pain to keep listening to the principles of siege technology he had no interest in. Still, Johan endured and responded enthusiastically.

I see. Using the principles of pendulums and fulcrums to launch them, truly remarkable.

Ah! You perfectly understand this device!

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The dwarves were greatly moved by Johans casual words. There were many employers who rushed and harassed them, but few who showed genuine interest like this.

I have something I want to build next, but. . .

The walls have collapsed! Order an advance!

Johan nodded. The mercenaries morale was sky high as they began to approach. The defending troops who had been waiting on top of the walls were completely demoralized by the raining boulders and didnt even stick their heads out.

Taking advantage of their superior forces occupying the castle exterior, the mercenaries poured bolts as they pleased through the collapsed walls.

Block the walls! Dont let them. . . Ugh!

The shouting knight dropped his weapon in terror. A familiar face had appeared among the mercenaries. It was Johan wielding the Giant Slayer.

Though the walls had collapsed, the terrain was still quite narrow, so it could have been blocked if they tried. But Johans appearance shattered that premise.

Every time he swung his weapon, empty spaces appeared and soldiers collapsed. His fierce attacks also forced knights who tried to fight back to retreat.

His Excellency fights with us!

Charge forward!

Thanks to that, the mercenaries morale couldnt get any higher. Among mercenaries, there was nothing more respected than an employer who fought shoulder to shoulder with them. Moreover one whose opponent was the knight among knights.

After fighting for over a day, the flag of the Yeats Family flew over the castle walls.

Your Excellency! We have captured the count we were chasing after.

Johan looked at the vassals of the Jekyllid family with a tired expression. After fighting all day, Johan was drenched in blood and sweat. As a result, his voice came out rough.

But why is he dead?

Because he violently resisted. . .

The vassals kowtowed as they spoke. The Count of Jekyllid had been captured.

As a corpse.

*. . .

Instead of answering, Johan covered his face with his hand. He was going to keep the count alive and exploit him in various ways!

The vassals seemed to be trying to win Johans favor by capturing Jekyllid and offering him up. The drunken Jekyllid brandished his sword and raged around, and the desperate vassals also fought back. . .

As a result, blood was shed and the fight intensified.

As Johan remained silent, the vassals seemed a bit anxious. They cautiously opened their mouths.

Your Excellency. We have captured the count for you. According to custom, please give us a reward for this. . .

Custom? Reward? Oh my. Pay them for killing their own master.