Chapter 287: Long River Town

Since they had become his own people, Lord Montwo no longer had the responsibility of continuing to monitor the Noldor Elves, and instead joined the team outside the city with most of the defenders.

At this time, the number of troops Allen had reached two thousand. The next target of this team was Long River Town, which was relatively empty in terms of troops. According to the news from the secret agents, the defenders there were only about a thousand people.

As a loyal supporter of Ulric, Lord Alama of Long River Town conscripted a lot of soldiers and responded to the call from the King. Before leaving, he took away the Horned Call Rangers, who were the most elite under his command.

At this time, it could be said to be the best time to attack Long River Town.

Originally, Lord Montwo suggested going to the North to persuade the lord of Shield-Bearer Castle to surrender first, so as not to have accidents when besieging the city, but Allen told him that there was no need to worry too much about this point, and he would deal with it himself.

Tonight, the two sides confronted each other for several hours. The Elves didn't feel anything, but the human soldiers were a bit tired, so the team rested simply outside the castle for half a day.

By the afternoon, they would head southeast under the leadership of Yishilandi, while Allen took Risadilan to Shield-Bearer Castle.

Although this was a baronial territory, it was located on the edge of the grassland, and the west was close to the forest, so stone was scarce. Most of the city walls were wooden structures, and they were not built very high. The main object of the castle's defense was also the Gatu people.

Its main role was also warning and deterrence. The nobles of the Ravenstern Kingdom never thought that they could stop those raiders on horseback just by relying on a castle.

To do this, I am afraid it would be necessary to build a Great Wall.

When the bright full moon hung high again, Allen, who was outside the city wall, saw Baron Eldfred, who was tied up like a zongzi. He was stunned by Risadilan and brought out.

It had to be said that although the personality of this arrogant Elf was not very good, his stealth and assassination skills could really be said to be superb.

"Splash."

The Baron, who was splashed in the face with a cup of cold water, woke up instantly. Just as he was about to scold loudly, he opened his eyes and saw a sharp blade flashing with cold light, and then he wisely closed his mouth.

He was already fifty-five years old this year. Although he was extremely cold in his actions on weekdays, he also understood the truth that one should deal with things calmly in front of swords.

Allen didn't mean to persuade Eldfred to surrender, and he didn't need to. He just let the Baron, who was kneeling on the ground, guard Shield-Bearer Castle well and closely monitor the movements of the Gatu people.

Although in the battle not long ago, these raiders also suffered not small losses, that was the tribe of the "Destroyer" Juda. There was another extremely powerful horse tribe on the grassland, belonging to another Gatu leader, the "Warlord" Zakar.

Compared to the bloodthirsty and cruel Juda, this young man's vision was more long-term, he was very generous, his actions advocated honor, and he was also unusually concerned about the situation in the Pendor continent, and would not stare at the Noldor Forest and cause trouble.

Compared to Juda, who was like a raging fire, Zakar, who was good at learning and brave in reform, this guy even wanted to learn the forging skills of the Noldor and witches, which made Allen even more worried.

At first, Baron Eldfred's expression was extremely indignant. Not to mention who the young man opposite was, what was he doing guarding the grassland border for so many years?

Wasn't it just to monitor the Gatu people? Was it worth tying him out and then emphasizing it again? Who are you insulting!!!

Anyway, their family was also an old noble family in the Pendor continent, ruling two fiefs, Shield-Bearer Castle and Eagle Claw Castle, and had been dealing with the Gatu people for nearly two hundred years.

And after seeing the ring on Allen's hand, Baron Eldfred's emotions instantly calmed down. For a time, he thought of a lot, but didn't dare to speak out the questions in his heart.

Allen didn't have the idea of over-explaining, but stretched out his right hand toward the flat grassland in the distance, and then squeezed hard.

A whistling gale blew up, rolling up countless withered grass leaves, dancing wildly in the sky.

In the blink of an eye, the increasingly manic hurricane began to spin in place. The whistling sound became even louder, and a tornado wrapped in flames rose from the ground straight into the sky, and the firelight illuminated the entire night sky.

Countless lightning bolts like silver snakes struck down, wantonly shuttling through the gale, adding a trace of violent heat to this dryness.

Even if they were far apart, Baron Eldfred could feel the heat that shocked people's hearts, and looked at the miracle that was no less than a divine miracle in the distance in a daze.

After a while, the grassland gradually became quiet, and the Baron also recovered from the shock. He turned his head to check the two people who kidnapped him.

Allen and Risadilan had already left here silently. Then, Baron Eldfred, who was kneeling on the ground, struggled to stand up and began to shout, calling his own subordinates who were also alarmed.

He was still in a state of being tied up like a zongzi. Although the treatment was extremely humiliating, he couldn't help but feel a little bit of hatred in his heart, only boundless fear and luck.

If that fire tornado appeared over Shield-Bearer Castle, the family business that had been accumulated for hundreds of years would probably be lost in one morning.

Allen didn't pay too much attention to Baron Eldfred's thoughts. He believed that the other party could make rational and noble-thinking actions. After all, it was a family that had existed for hundreds of years, and this bit of forcing should still be there.

But dealing with Duke Alama of Long River Town might be a bit troublesome. The other party was an emerging noble promoted by Ulric. Although he had some relationship with the old Pendor royal family, he was also a vassal of a vassal, and it was estimated that he would not give Allen any face.

That meant that he had to resort to blood to open the gates of Long River Town.

By the time Allen met up with Yishilandi, the city walls in the distance were already vaguely visible, and they were full of dense soldiers.

The army of two thousand people marched along the road grandly, which would inevitably attract a lot of peeping. The opponent obviously got the news and made a response in a hurry.

By the time Allen went to the city gate to call for surrender, the other party directly refused to negotiate and expressed his determination to fight to the death with a rain of arrows.

Even more, he directly took off his pants on the city wall and started to pee, and the dirty and unbearable foul language was continuous.

The defenders were stimulating the enemies outside the city to attack the city in various ways. After all, Long River Town had high walls and thick walls, and was surrounded by a wide and deep moat. Any enemy who wanted to climb the city wall would have to pay a huge price.

And the opponent looked like there were only two thousand people, even if they were all Elves with superb archery skills, they couldn't break the city wall in a short time, let alone completely besiege such a town by the lake.

Lord Foucher, the son of Duke Alama, had already gathered all the men in the city who could pick up weapons and let them assist the defenders in defense. Although the combat effectiveness of these people was not very good, the number had reached several thousand.

They hadn't been trained, but it was okay to hold the weapons in their hands and poke at the enemies. Moreover, the hatred between the residents of Long River Town and the Noldor Elves had been long-standing. Foucher used this as an excuse to promote the news that the enemy would slaughter the city in the city, to enhance the soldiers' belief in fighting to the death.

Besides that, he also sent several messengers to the Seven Forks Fortress overnight. As long as he persisted until the reinforcements arrived, the possibility of the enemy retreating was very high.

Long River Town had also experienced Elven sieges before. As long as they responded properly and persisted for ten days and a half months, the city could still be defended.

However, the gears of fate would not follow someone's ideas. When a white light appeared in the square of Long River Town, a large number of cavalry in plate armor appeared, which slapped Lord Foucher in the face and extinguished his unrealistic fantasies.

This was a silent and elite cavalry. It only took a few minutes to gather into dozens of columns in the not-so-wide square.

Then, the sound of hooves sounded like thunder. In the eyes of all the defenders who were extremely surprised, the Lion Cavalry Regiment summoned by Allen charged straight toward the city gate along the road in the city.

Before the battle started, Foucher had also placed some troops under the city gate to prevent the enemy from having spies open the city gate at the risk of death.

But those few defenders, facing a cavalry unit of this scale, didn't play any role in blocking, and were scattered.

The gate of Long River Town was lost.

And the drawbridge that had long been pulled high was shot by two arrows, and the iron ring was shot off. With a "boom," it fell down, and the gate was slowly pulled open at this time, and the sound of killing that shook the sky came from inside.

A large number of defender soldiers moved quickly toward the city gate. Soon, two or three hundred elite Long River Town soldiers holding long halberds had already engaged with the galloping cavalry on the street.

Although these halberdiers were jokingly called the Ravenstern Honor Guard by many people, their physical fitness was extremely strong, far exceeding the Lion Cavalry Regiment from Calradia.

The heavy plate armor they wore also had excellent defensive performance, and this did not affect their actions and speed.

The killing skills in the battle were even more superb, especially the halberd in their hands, which could be said to be a perfect restraint on cavalry.

Before long, these elites divided the battlefield and annihilated the Swadian knights who were fighting to the death at the city gate bit by bit.

For Lord Foucher, the city wall was no longer the most important area in this siege battle. The top priority should be to kill or force back the enemy troops occupying the city gate, and then close the gate.

Otherwise, if the Elves with superb archery skills were allowed to enter the city, then the defenders who were high up but had no cover would be no different from living targets.

The city wall of Long River Town did not have battlements facing the urban area. Although Lord Foucher was young, his command experience was still quite rich, and he still had this bit of battlefield awareness.

"Charge!"

Putting down the Sapphire Rune Bow in his hand, Yishilandi shouted and pulled out the Elven scimitar from his waist. The cold light flashed, and his figure had already stepped onto the drawbridge. His speed was as fast as an arrow leaving the string.

Those Long River Town sentries guarding the city wall only saw a figure flash by, and even the bowstring pinched between their fingers didn't have time to loosen.

Nearly a hundred Twilight Knights, as well as many noble knights and Noldor Rangers, followed and rushed up. Their weapon configuration was all sword and shield and bow and arrow. The shields with shimmering light on their left arms blocked the rain of arrows on the city wall and rushed into the city gate.

After these Elves stood firm, they quickly took the Rune Bows from their backs and began to shoot behind the friendly forces. In the sound of the bowstrings being pulled, one after another Noldor Rune Arrows with armor-piercing attributes flew toward the weak parts of the enemy's armor.

Amidst the wails that rose one after another, one heavy-armored halberdier after another fell to the ground.

In an instant, the heavy-armored defense line that the defenders had managed to build under the city gate was broken. A large number of Elven soldiers began to pour into the city and engaged in close-quarters combat with the soldiers defending the city.

From this moment on, the siege battle officially entered the cruel street fighting that was like a meat grinder.

"The battle is over. Surrender. I will give you the treatment that a noble deserves. If you continue to resist, it will only make your subordinates pay more meaningless lives. Don't force me to kill you."

Allen's voice was as cold as a cold wind, and what was even more bone-chilling than the cold wind was the Rune Longsword placed on Lord Foucher's neck.

Looking at the personal guard lying on the ground scorched by electricity, and then looking at the battle in the city that could be completely described as a collapse at the first touch, Lord Foucher nodded with a pale face, and then made a gesture to the bugler beside him.

His brain, which was like paste at this time, really couldn't figure out how all this happened. This was far beyond his cognition.

"Doo doo doo, doo, doo doo, doo doo doo doo."

As the bugle sounded, the city, which was still in fierce fighting, gradually quieted down. The defender commanders who were leading troops to support the city stopped, looked at Lord Foucher's position with disbelief, and then put down the weapons in their hands and knelt on the ground.

After all, they were loyal to Duke Alama, not the city of Long River Town, let alone the many civilians and nobles whose fate was unknown. The monarch had surrendered, so why did they have to fight to the death?

Surrendering obediently and then writing a letter to let the family send a ransom was the best choice at this time.

Just like that, a siege battle that was likely to last for ten days and a half months ended quickly in front of the many abilities Allen possessed.

It was so short that the residents in the city who were preparing to live frugally hadn't made corresponding plans, and they heard the notification shouted by the cavalry along the street.

"Now this place belongs to the Kingdom of Pendor. Before receiving orders, anyone can only go out at noon. Violators will be killed without mercy!!"

Issuing such a harsh decree was because he was worried that some nobles who didn't know whether to live or die would want to play some tricks of robbing the prison to save the master. Allen himself had done this kind of thing many times, so he was naturally prepared for this.

It wasn't that he was really afraid of Foucher being robbed, but just to let this city have fewer troubles. After all, this place would soon belong to Allen.

Up to now, Allen didn't have a fief of his own. Long River Town was very good, and Paul, who had been running a shop in the upper city for many years, was very familiar with this place. Now he had led a whole team of Elves and became the mayor of Long Lake Town.

Allen also planned to rest here and make more preparations for the upcoming war. ===== CHAPTER 288 =====