"What? To get Lambert and his men out of the city and charge the giants with cavalry?"
Vincent looked at Knight Mond and Duke Murray with a puzzled expression. ''That''s killing
them! It''s not going to work. ''
"Sit down, young mage, you have overstepped." Mond Knight waved to Vincent. "I think this
giant attack will be a tough test, but we still have the advantage. The Giants must be very
tired from their long journey. It will do well to strike them head-on before they have a firm
foothold."
"But to do so would only use up what few cavalry resources there are. And they have only just
returned from their mission, and before they have even had two days to rest, they will attack
the giants from the northern mountains?" Vincent puts his wand in his right hand and shakes
his left fist. ''Will the giants get tired? As far as I know, giants are in very good physical condition.
I say it is a time for the cavalry to rest."
The Knight of Mond frowned and said nothing more. But the Grand Duke stood up at this
moment. "No, we should take the initiative of the battle and let the giants walk at our pace.
This question should be given no further consideration, and I ordered that the cavalry units
should be made ready for battle at all times. That will be all for today."
Vincent looked helplessly at the Murray mayor, not knowing what to say. Moonport has been
fighting the orcs for more than a hundred years, and the Lord has been commanding the
battle in this city for more than 30 years. How can he not see the dangerous nature of the
enemy today? Lord Murray avoids Vincent''s eyes, waves his hand and leaves the meeting
room.
"Don''t worry, young man, my soldiers will succeed in their mission!" Mond Knight walked over
to Vincent. He wanted to tap the mage on the shoulder, but he pulled his hand back.
Vincent looked at the knight''s unnatural face and realized that this was the result of the longstanding rumors about the mage on the mainland. This kind of thing is already used to
Vincent, even though he has only been a mage for 15 years.
Mond the Dragon Slayer stood in front of him, a great height higher than the mage''s thin
frame, his broad shoulders completely blocking Vincent. The young mage looked at the
knight who had been famous in Ariel since before he was born. "Do you really think a cavalry
raid would do any good?"
Mond stared at the mage, trying to read the young man''s thoughts and emotions by looking
into his eyes, but all he could see was a pair of dark eyes, so calm that you could not discern
any psychological fluctuations. "We shall prevail! "The paladin finally said. Then he turned
sharply and walked quickly out of the room.
"Will they triumph, triumph for" your "glory and test?"
Mond Knight''s steps suddenly stopped. He stood still, turned his head, but glanced at Vincent
from the corner of his eye, said nothing, and went on his way.
Vincent leaned on his staff, his head resting on the crystal edge of the staff. He closed his
eyes and let out a small sigh.
...
''Lambert, you''re not going out tomorrow! Vincent sat opposite the would-be knight and
looked very serious.
''What''s the matter? Is there a problem?" Lambert was taking off his armor, having just
returned from a routine patrol.
"Tomorrow your cavalry will charge the giants. It will be no different from getting killed. You
don''t go."
''Battle with giants again, Lambert, take me with you! It was at this point that Newton the dwarf
chimed in.
The Mage glared at the warlike creature. "Newton, don''t interrupt. If you want to go, I''ll tie
you to the tail of a violent rhino and drive you into battle."
"How do you know you''re going out tomorrow?" Lambert put his breastplate carefully beside
his bed and arranged it neatly with the rest of his armor. "When will we go?"
"I was at the conference today. Didn''t you know I was here as a defense consultant?" Vincent
said, "The situation is beyond the capacity of Moonport City. I don''t think Moonport City can
withstand the Giants'' attack on its own. The only hope now is the Knights of Greafury. Just
hold out until they arrive. They''ll be safe."
Watching Lambert''s intently listening face, Vincent adds, "The most important thing now is to
preserve our fighting power! Only in this way can we wear down the giants."
"I don''t know what fighting power is, but all I need to know is that for every pesky giant killed,
there is one less pesky giant in the world." Newton was standing on his bed, making speech
poses to the other two.
The mage turned his head, waved his hand and uttered the mantra "Greasy!" ", a shiny pool
of grease coated the dwarf''s feet, and Newton immediately became unsteady on his feet and
fell from his bed to the floor with a thud. As he tried to get up, he fell again, causing the
windowsill and table ornaments, candlesticks, and disheveled dishes to bounce again as he
fell. The dwarf dropped to the floor and did not get up at all, blowing his beard and winking
his eyes at the wizard.
"Lambert, I want to ask you a question." Vincent looked at the old dwarf and turned to him.
"Why did you become a paladin?" he said.
"For justice and honor!" Lambert uttered the words without hesitation: "We paladins fight
bravely for honor and justice."
"For whose honor, then? Yours, or God''s? ''
''Well... Both, I guess." Lambert rubbed his chin. It was a difficult question to answer. "But I
personally understand that there is also the honor of the common people that we have to
protect."
"That''s a good point. Would you put your people in harm''s way to prove your own honor?"
"Huh? What exactly are you trying to say? Might as well stop beating around the bush."
Having spent so much time together, Lambert had an instinctive feeling that the Master had
something special to say.
Vincent stopped talking to the knight. He told Lambert exactly how he had seen Mond the
Dragon slayer go to the prayer room that night. By the time he finished speaking, there was
silence in the room.
"The battle is no longer about the defense of Moonhaven. It is about proving a paladin''s socalled honor -- his own."
"No! That''s not true."
''It''s always generous and unselfish, isn''t it, Knights? Is it selfish, then, to impose great threats
on innocent people for the sake of one''s supposed honor?" Vincent is blunt in pointing out
the nature of Mond''s actions. "I don''t think the Mond knight intended it that way. He was just
looking for a reason for himself, a reason to do Duke Murray''s bidding."
"Are you saying that Duke Murray was out of his wits when he ordered the giant to come to
him, but he himself was incapable of resisting it? That doesn''t make sense. How can the duke,
who has lived here for generations, put himself in danger? ''
"Without looking at the Duke, he is not physically harmed, and there is no magic or
enchantment working on him. It should be said that he gave the order himself."
"Then, Lambert, aren''t you in danger?" Newton, lying on his stomach, began, "But don''t worry,
you''ll be all right with me. Just stick close to me..." Seeing the mage''s glare, the dwarf suddenly
thought it would be a better idea to remain silent for now.
"Lambert, leave Moonport City. This war has entered a delicate situation. Moonport is now
like a tightrope walker walking blindfolded over an abyss, ready to fall."
"That''s why I''m staying!" Lambert thought for a moment and said firmly.
"I won''t force you to stay, even if you want to, but don''t go out of the city tomorrow to fight.
It''s as good as getting yourself killed. Your cavalrymen alone are no threat to the giants!"
"Perhaps you have a point, but when the order comes, I will carry it out." Lambert looked at
the Master. "I hope that when the time comes, you will pray for me." The knight bent his head
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"I never pray, you know..." The mage stood up. He understood this characteristic of his
companion, and Lambert would never be persuaded to do so again. The conversation was
over.
"But I will bless you," he said. ''Vincent whispered before he left the room.
The next morning, the sun was still not up. Vincent was already awake. He had hardly slept all
night. He had been simulating the possible course of the battle in his sleep, so much so that
when he got up in the morning, he found his pillow had been soaked with sweat. This special
skill, which he had learned from his master, allowed him more time to calculate and study
magic. However, in exchange for this ability, the master gave up his right to enjoy his dreams.
After getting up, taking all his belongings with him, and picking up his staff, Vincent left his
study. Lambert''s room was empty except for a dwarf lying on the floor in a big shape, snoring
happily. The mage closed the door quietly behind him and walked toward the wall. It would
provide the best view if Lambert were to go out.
When he reached the courtyard, he found Thomas, the Archmage, standing by the pool,
looking seriously at Vincent.
"I salute you, Your Eminence," said Thomas. Vincent made a schoolboy salute and waited
quietly for the Archmage''s question.
"My young student, you have been making too many pessimistic remarks lately." After a short
silence, Thomas said, "This is the first time in a long time that the Guild has sent more than
one mage as an advisor, and it''s also the first time it''s sent a Grand mage. Do you know what
this means?"
What could it mean other than the urgency of the situation and the amount of money the
Mages'' Union has received? Even if Vincent thought so in his heart, he could not speak so
rudely in front of the senior mages, "The students are dull. Please express your Excellency."
"This means that we must win! And we must have a big victory." Thomas took a few slow
steps forward, relaxed in his movements, but Vincent felt a familiar depression coming over
him. The young mage nervously clenched the scepter in his right hand. "Whether or not you
have learned the power of prophecy from your master Kartho, I tell you, Kartho''s prophecy is
not right. Yours is no better!"
"An apprentice like you is indeed one of the few good ones. I sometimes envy Castle for
discovering such a genius for magic as you. But you must remember one thing. '' Thomas
smiles wryly. "Making predictions all day will make you timid! You now experience, can not
really predict the direction of the war. With me, are you afraid that the walls of Moon Harbor
are not strong enough?"
"I won''t say anything else, but if you say something you don''t know, it will hurt the morale of
the soldiers." The archmage walked past Vincent and left a message: "When this battle is over,
you can come to my mage tower. I can guide you beyond the rules. Castle, I can''t give you
the best education yet..."
"Thank you for the pointer..." Vincent saluted the departing mage and quickly left the place.
On the other hand, on the wall, Sir Murray was already there. He rarely wore black armor and
a red cloak today, and he was carrying a necklace that glowed with orange and the Magic
Stone in its center. The stone was made by the dwarf''s "secret art" and would glow in a
different color at different times of the day. The orange-yellow color now represents the
intersection of night and day.
"Your Grace." Vincent went over to the Duke and nodded. In Greafury, the mages were
another privileged class in addition to the temple priests of the temple. To be sure, although
no one can "grant" privileges to a mage, no one dares to use their power and status to
overpower the mage. The duke would have no problem with a mage standing directly beside
him. "When will the attack take place, Your Excellency?"
"At once."
Vincent stood at the very edge of the wall. Looking out from the gap in the archery, he could
already see the giant in the distance.
The giants of Blasares are an ancient and powerful race. Most adult giants are 5 to 10 meters
tall. Generally speaking, giant is just a general term, in fact, giants can also be divided into hill
giants, stone giants, frost giants, fire giants, cloud giants, storm giants and so on. This time,
the giants from the northern mountain region, mainly hill giants, stone giants and frost giants,
real giant warriors -- the fire giant does not like the cold of the northern ridge mountains, so
in this northern giant attack, there is no fire giant figure. This, I must say, was the only good
news.
"Hopefully not seeing the storied storm giant..." This was Vincent''s greatest hope now.
According to the Mages Guild, Storm Giants are not only powerful warriors, they are also
deadly spell-users. They typically start their fire with giant bows and arrows, each larger than
one of Fenton''s giant catapults. When they feel that their opponent''s long range protection
has been destroyed, they will use their natural ability to summon lightning, let the sky
lightning becomes their second wave of attack, and this sword from the top will completely
destroy their opponent. After that, their nearly 10-meter majestic figure will appear in the
battlefield leveled by lightning, and the giant iron sword or iron axe will smash the last
resistance to flesh.
The early morning mist blurs Vincent''s vision, and even with his strong penetrating vision, it
is too difficult for him to see things at a distance of five kilometers through the fog. Looking
down, the mage sees the knights about to march, and the Captain Mond is giving a pep talk.
The Mages were not interested in what Mond had to say. The words "honor, Greafury''s divine
blessing, fighting for justice and justice" that they were saying all day were starting to wear
on Vincent''s ears. Vincent''s only concern now is Lambert''s position.
With the help of his fluoroscopic vision, the mage quickly found his friend in the crowd.
Lambert had no idea that his mage friend was watching him from the walls. He was just
listening excitedly to Mond Knight''s speech.
"Avoid arrows!" he shouted. The Mage casts a protective ranged arrow spell at Lambert from
a distance, hoping that this will give him a better chance of surviving the chaos. Once Vincent
has finished casting the spell, he returns his gaze to the distant giants, trying to identify the
race of each enemy.
Lambert sits on his horse, nervously stroking the spear hanging from his saddle, and then
gently stroking the mane of his beloved horse to soothe the excitement of his comrade. A
wave of magic enveloped the knight, and for an instant a faint red light penetrated the
crevasse of his armor. Even the horse felt the force and fell silent. There was something
reassuring about the power, Lambert thought. When he looked up, he saw his friend on the
wall looking out into the distance. Even his thin figure stood upright in the cold autumn wind
of the morning. The air with heavy moisture swept over the Moon Harbor City quickly, and
the mage''s robe swayed.
Lambert clenched his right fist and gently pressed it on his forehead. "Rest assured, my good
friend, I will win!" ''he said softly.
''Here we go!! With a wave of Sir Mond''s hand, the cavalry quietly passed through the city
gate, and with the help of the mist, killed the enemy in the distance. The operation was a
surprise attack. There was no need to shout and frighten the enemy.
The cavalry gradually moved away, and the gate of the city was quiet, but Vincent''s heart was
more tense. The giants were too far away for Vincent to use any magic to help his friends.
Perhaps I should follow, the wizard had an idea. Riding behind them, it might be possible to
use some magic from a distance.