I Will Be The Crowned King Chapter 196

The deafening sound of the cannon ripped apart the dead silence of the pitch-black world, and countless firelights wrapped in pitch-black smoke pillars rose wantonly under the moonless night sky.

At exactly 20:51, the storm division, located at the main gate on the west side of the Royal Court of Iser, launched a fierce attack on the city gate on time.

Four 24-pound mortars, eight 12-pound cannons, and a dozen or so mixed, various styles of howitzers, field guns... Dozens of artillery pieces are lined up in a row on the position, under the skillful operation of the artillerymen Spitting out golden-red gunfire, it was dense like a "city wall" in front of the front.

Facing the sudden burst of artillery fire, they were hastily assembled, and the Iser elf defenders, who had not expected the enemy to attack so quickly, were in a panic.

The towering city walls were crumbling in round after round of artillery salvos, brilliant sparks bloomed recklessly on the towers and wall stacks, and the exquisite carvings and murals disappeared in an instant under the violent heat wave.

After enjoying a long period of peace, the city defense facilities of the Royal Court of Iser, like most capitals in the world, have become "adornments" whose symbolic meaning is higher than their practical value, and cannot survive the attack of modern heavy artillery. play an effective defense.

The Storm Division, who had already obtained the blueprint for the defense of the Royal Court from the mouth of Knight Buller Mathias, focused the fire and destroyed the fort on the first line of defense at the front gate at the very first moment of the war.

In the thick smoke, the unprepared Iser elf soldiers shivered and curled up in the bunker, coughing violently, while looking at the "fire rain" falling from the sky outside with frightened eyes.

With the continuous shelling and explosions, some of the gorgeous but unfortunately severely under-defended wall stacks and fortresses were destroyed first; the soldiers hiding behind were not even able to cry out for help, and they were shattered by rubble. And the merciless crushing of solid bullets.

Under the dazzling firelight of the explosion, the shadow of the needless struggle was shattered, and the flesh and bones turned into coke fragments that could not be distinguished at all, and rushed to the sky with the expanding air waves.

Under the moonless night, the main entrance of the Royal Court was plunged into a sea of ​​flames; the choking smoke of gunpowder swept across the city in the evening wind with the wanton expansion of the heat wave, and the dark ashes drifted across the sky like snowflakes.

"Dong dong dong..."

Amidst the suffocating roar, there was a strange knock on the door outside a closed bunker.

Without waiting for the Iser elf soldiers hiding in the bunker to get up, the locked door was forcibly pulled open with a "Boom!" from the outside.

A young man wearing a black three-cornered hat and a slender high-neck black trench coat appeared in front of them, his hands in his pockets.

"Who are you?!"

The elf soldiers roared in horror and hurriedly picked up their weapons.

The smiling young man answered their questions with practical actions - he took out an exaggeratedly large silver revolver from his pocket and pulled the trigger kindly.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The dazzling gunfire illuminated the dark bunker, and the deafening shelling and explosions completely drowned out the gunfire. The elf defenders hiding inside fell to the ground before they could react, and the dark red blood plasma overflowed the entire room.

After cleaning up the stray people who were in the way, the young man stepped over the corpse into the room, took out a slender and delicate cane from under the windbreaker, leaned it into the bunker, and sat in a full Is the plasma chair.

Three minutes later, a group of figures filed in.

Cole Dorian, with his legs crossed, stood up from the chair, leaning on his cane and looking at the people who came in, his usual sunny smile appeared under the three-cornered hat he took off.

"Okay, gentlemen, as you can see, our battle plan is going very well so far - most of the defenders in the city have been attracted by the Storm Division, and there are very few inside defenders."

"According to the plan, from 8:51 30 minutes ago until 1:00 in the morning, the storm division in charge of the feint will conduct continuous artillery bombardment for four hours. These four hours are our 'golden time'."

"After that, the shelling was carried out at an hourly interval for fifteen minutes, until 5:50 a.m. on October 27th."

"In other words, we have eight hours to complete the task; if we have not succeeded by then, we must prepare to be surrounded by an army of tens of thousands of elves."

"By the way, I don't think any of us think that the task will be delayed for eight hours? Ah, no, no one really thinks so?"

"The process of the task is also very simple, basically there are only two: first, destroy the Thirteen Council, whether it is the Iser Elf or not; second, rescue the Elf King Igor Moses Field - the second task is the priority ."

"Of course, there is a small problem here, that is, we are not sure where the Elf King Iser is currently imprisoned, nor is it completely clear where the Thirteen Council considers their headquarters."

"But fortunately, the scope can basically be locked within six buildings - the Iser Palace, the Cathedral of Praise, the Great Council, the Armory, the Inner City Fortress, and the Great Library of the Wang Family."

"It goes without saying that the first three places, the arsenal is a place that must be destroyed regardless of whether there is an enemy or not, and the inner city fortress is the place where the Guard Corps was stationed before."

"As for the great library of the royal family...Before the forty-seventh year of the saint's calendar, it was an important meeting place under the control of the Thirteenth Council, and it was transformed by the Mosesfield royal family into a place for use by the royal family of Mosesfield after the elf was converted to the Ring of Order. A place to store books."

"In order to be foolproof, and more importantly to buy time, the best option is to split up; it just so happens that we have 30 people except the judge who is responsible for the response outside, so we are divided into six groups of five people. "

"The specific plan is to rush in and kill all the old gods you see. If the elf king is there, don't make a sound, and immediately take him to retreat first; otherwise, no matter whether the task is completed or not, it will send a signal to the surrounding."

"Everyone judges based on the signal that they should rescue their closest companions, or go to cover the retreat of the person who found the Elf King--for the last time, we don't want to kill all the Elf elves, so we must ensure that the Elf King is alive anyway. If he dies, this incident will not end well!"

"As for who to team up with, you can decide for yourself where to go. Anyway, we still have to meet in the end; so..."

Cole Dorian looked around at the people with different expressions: "What more questions do you want to ask?"

"Just one - why are you following me?"

In the empty alley, Anson, holding his shoulders, looked inexplicably at the shivering priest Carin Jacques who was hiding behind the wall.

For this kind of obvious question, the enthusiastic former smuggler and intelligence dealer solved Anson's doubts with the most concise and clear answer: "Nonsense, do you think I am voluntary?!"

If **** really exists in this world, Carin Jacques firmly believes that the place where he lives now is.

Originally, I was living and eating in Clovis City, but I ended up being fooled by Sophia Franz, then forced to walk with the Inquisition, and finally found myself as a temporary guest "war correspondent" , I still have to work as a part-time judge, and kill you to the death with a group of the old gods of Isel elves.

As a devout cleric who makes a living by buying information and contraband, and relying on his flexible positioning and lip service to resolve conflicts 99% of the time, this kind of "physical labor" is an unbearable burden in his life.

But he knew better that he had no choice at all—compared to the Thirteenth Council, which was about to end soon, the Truth Seekers and Miss Sophia were obviously more terrifying; so even if his legs were weak and his hands and feet were cold, Weak and in a trance...he came anyway.

As for why he followed Anson... In addition to Miss Sophia's order, but also because he stayed in the middle of a group of judges, the devout Priest Carin Jacques really couldn't find the slightest sense of security.

Once encountering the Ysir elf spellcaster, Cole Dorian or some other judge decisively threw him out to block the gun, or threw him to the Queen... In that picture, he really couldn't find the slightest violation.

So Carin Jacques, who was trembling all over, moved out of the corner little by little, restrained his excitement just now, and barely squeezed a pleasing smile from his face: "That, Colonel Anson Bach..."

"Um?"

Anson smiled and winked at him, rubbing Lisa's little head with his right hand.

"It's like this... You also know that the person who sent me is... Miss Sophia Franz..." Carin Jacques smiled more and more flatteringly: "The task is to objectively record and interview you... every move... "

"Well." The smiling Anson nodded: "I know."

"So if you can protect me, I can better complete the task that Miss Sophia gave me..." The black-robed priest began to rub his hands:

"I mean, for example, I mean for example... convey your outstanding performance to her in a more 'objective' way, such as defeating the leader of the Thirteen Council, rescuing the Elf King, etc..."

Anson was still smiling.

"Of course, I'm definitely not asking you to do such a dangerous thing! On the contrary, these were originally the work of the judges of the Seeking Truth, and we were all forced to come with them!"

"So what I'm saying is... to give a simple example, you go to some less dangerous place to walk around - like the big bookstore - and then we will withdraw and leave this ghost place safely. What do you think? Sample?"

Carin Jacques looked at Anson with a smile on his face, his eyes full of hope.

"Big library?"

Looking at the black-robed priest who was desperately restraining hysteria and forcing his composure, Anson keenly grasped the key words in the other party's words: "You know this place very well?"

"Not at all... uh..." The black-robed priest who noticed that he had leaked his mouth immediately wanted to make amends, but stopped abruptly under Anson's sincere gaze, and smiled awkwardly:

"Just a little, a little know a thing or two, a little know a thing or two."

"Oh?" Anson looked at him curiously:

"Like?"

"For example, I have heard some rumors about the Elven Kingdom of Iser and this big library." Carin Jacques swallowed:

"There is a very 'interesting' saying that the reason why the Church of Order attaches so much importance to the Elven Kingdom of Iser and will destroy the Thirteen Council at all costs is not only because they are the oldest organization of the old gods, but also because they are Some of St. Isaac's research results hidden in his hands..."

St Isaac?

Anson was stunned for a moment. If he remembered correctly, wasn't Saint Isaac's greatest achievement inventing the steam core? To say that it has something to do with the Old God School, that is, to organize the "Great Magic Book"...

etc!

He suddenly remembered that when he was at St. Isaac's College, Black Mage Mace Hornard's apprentice Bloane once mentioned to himself that the legendary St. Isaac was not just a believer of the Ring of Order.

He is also the only spell caster who has inherited the power of the Three Old Gods at the same time!

Of course, this also raises a question, because historically, he was finally killed by a bomb at home... For a spellcaster who has three major magics at the same time, it is impossible to think about it.

Black magic with insight into people's hearts, spell magic with adaptability, and blood magic with extremely tenacious vitality... Ordinary people can easily defeat ordinary people and even inexperienced talented people if they have one, and he has three.

Of course, that's not the point, the point is that the Thirteenth Council actually owns St Isaac's legacy?

Could it be that it is not the Empire that the Isel elves or the Council of Thirteen rely on to maintain their confidence, but the relics of some mighty Saint Isaac?

Although it sounds nonsense, this kind of "ancient artifact" kind of thing is likely to be in line with the ideas of some old antiques and old gods - just like Kroger Bell who was miserable in the Battle of Thunder Castle satisfied.

Well, and myself.

And the attitude of the Church of Order can also be understood... When it comes to Saint Isaac and the powerful magic props~www.mtlnovel.com~ The attitude of the Church is indeed that it is possible to kill by mistake and not let it go, which is why the Battle of Thundercastle Master Shi Hei kept stressing that he had to deal with it in a low-key manner, and he didn't even dare to do it himself.

Just when Ansen was at a loss, the sound of rapid footsteps came from the front of the alley; the cautious Carin Jacques immediately held his breath and hid behind Ansen with the fastest speed.

"The road in front of you has been explored, and the defenders have not been seen." The person who appeared was Louis Bernard, who always held the hilt at his waist with his left hand while speaking:

"Inquisitor Chanis has already taken the lead, let me inform everyone to set off - there is a shortcut nearby to reach the destination directly."

"Okay." An Sen didn't say much nonsense, just as he was about to get up, he was grabbed by the black-robed priest behind him.

"Then... where is this going?"

"Oh, didn't I tell you just now?" Anson turned his head and smiled at Carin Jacques:

"The Royal Palace - we are going to defeat the leader of the Thirteenth Council, and then rescue the Elf King!"

Chapter end