After the gates were opened, groups of Mishaal soldiers, under the command of the defenders of the city, began to move towards the inner city. The outer blocks had been divided into labyrinths by barriers, full of horses that could knock cavalry to the ground, and even in some narrow alleys, the roads in these alleys had been dug 3 meters down and filled with sharp wooden piles underneath to prevent intruders from escaping.

Although such a delicate and perfect defense system should not be found in a simple-minded people like Mishal, who is a little limb and simple-minded, and the Duke Wilcot, as the owner of this fortress, has no rumors that this duke, who only knows how to train soldiers and sell arms, has any advantages in defending the city and architecture. Perhaps these traps, obstacles, etc., would attract the attention of these Michael soldiers stationed in the city under ordinary circumstances, but it would definitely not be now, and even if those dukes did not deliberately pay attention to it, they would not show doubts and wariness about it, at most they only hinted in their hearts and said: "Is that old guy Wilcot a capable person who was deceived in arms smuggling, anyway, there is a Northern Continenter who will find iron ore veins in his retinue troops, There is also a Warsaw man who can tell if there are gems in the stones, and it doesn't matter if there is one more who can set up obstacle traps. "For these Mishals who have come from afar to support the defense of Fort Wilcot, it is now a matter of course that all brain cells should be used for self-hypnotic fend against the exhausting hunger of their stomachs and legs.

Oh no, if you really count it, there are two people who are different from the more than 110,000 Michaals who have come with them: the Duke of Creekt, who has been in a state of excitement, and the only one of the four dukes who is close to the Duke of Wilcot, who is already over 55 years old, the old duke named Cort, who is the old man who hunted in the snow with his son on July 24. However, compared to the Duke of Creict's extreme excitement, the old duke was unusually calm, and kept frowning and looking at the surrounding streets, trying to find some answers from the "Mishaal" soldiers who were guarding the fort of Wilcot with a little twisted as they were sealed with wooden planks.

"Hey young man, what's your name, what do you look like the sunset." The bored Duke of Crickett was carrying a huge axe on his shoulder, and after staring at the young Duke Wilcot, he suddenly burst out with a sentence that almost made the young guard fall to the ground, but even if he was not frightened and fell to the ground, the young guard's fish-scale inner armor was also wet with cold sweat. And Duke Creckert's words also shifted the attention of the other 3 dukes to the young guard.

"yes, it's a bit like that, indeed? Could it be that old fellow Wilcot has the ability to make those sword and shield warriors who never set the sun become his own prince? The other middle-aged duke of the four dukes muttered suspiciously, and this sentence made the eyes of the young prince who was facing away from them flash with a golden light, and also made the old duke Curt's face frown.

Then, after taking a deep breath, the young guard turned to Duke Crect with a smile on his face and said, "I am indeed a man on whom the sun never sets, and I am also a mercenary from the empire on which the sun never sets, and now my employer is Duke Wilcot. As for our names.......... the people in the guards like to call me Leo. ”

"Leo, it's a good name, so you're a sword and shield bearer whose sun never sets?" Duke Crect looked at Leo excitedly as if he had discovered a new world.

"No, although I do excel at knights' swords and knights' shields, even with long-handled axes. But if I do it, I'm better at spears and kite-shaped shields, which are the first weapons I use every time I go into battle since I became a mercenary, and I don't use knight's sword until the spear breaks. Leo replied with a shake of his head.

"It's a contradiction! Very good, I haven't fought with the contradiction hand before, looking at you, you should be a veteran who has been on the battlefield, otherwise you wouldn't have so many calluses on your hands, and Wilcott's old guy won't choose you When we have time, we will go to the training ground to fight it alone, and see if your contradiction is strong or my double-edged axe is strong. Crickett said with a smile.

"Of course, we'll have time to fight when this fight is over." Leo replied with a smile.

"Actually, if you hadn't admitted that you were the one on whom the sun never sets, I would have thought you were a Mishaal? The calluses in your hands are only sharpened by long-term grips with weapons with larger handles, and this kind of weapons with thick handles are only ......... by us."

"Wait! Crickett, what did you just say! What kind of weapon can you hold to get this callus? Old Duke Curt suddenly looked frightened and shouted loudly at Duke Ctrick.

"A weapon with a big handle? What's the matter, did I say the wrong thing? Duke Crickett scratched his scalp and said.

"Weapons with large grips............. the sun never sets............. riding spears! Not good! We're counted .........," the old Duke Curt had not finished speaking, but Leo suddenly took out a horn from his waist and blew it, and the loud horn resounded throughout the entire Wilcot fortress. Immediately afterwards, on the roofs of the houses on both sides of the street, which had been boarded with wooden doors and windows, suddenly stood up many Sunset Giant Shield Crossbowmen armed with pulley crossbows and carrying huge tower shields, or Sunset Yoman Longbowmen with longbows, and some of the sealed doors on the street were suddenly kicked open, and heavy swordsmen in light plate armor and Papal Guards armed with shields and spears rushed out of them to attack the unsuspecting Mishaal soldiers, and this happened in all corners of the Wilcot fortress.

In the part of the city wall, the originally hung cast-iron gate suddenly fell, and several Michar soldiers were killed by the way, and then one by one the orc slave soldiers with two-handed swords rushed out from the climbing points of the city wall to kill the Mishaal soldiers, and on the city wall, the sudden appearance of the giant shield crossbowmen shot at the Michar soldiers who had not yet entered the fortress of Wilcot under the wall. In this case, black smoke suddenly rose all around the city, and the Misharid who were attacked by the surprise looked very panicked, and even some of the Misharid people who were so frightened that they didn't even look at the road, and jumped directly into the murder trap filled with sharp wooden stakes.

On the other side, Leo, who had finished blowing the horn, was surrounded by many guards of foot generals wearing delicate armor: "Catch these 4 people!" They are the dukes of Mishal! ”