Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 102: Behead King Uther!

at the same time.

Duncan had already reached the foot of Cardiff. His army was divided into two groups, one to take Cheshire and the other to attack the capital of Camelot.

“It really is a medieval castle!”

Duncan stood at the foot of the mountain, gazing at the majestic walls in the distance. His expression was quite serious as he said, "No wonder it's rumored that the Kingdom of Camelot possesses an impenetrable fortress."

If we attack by force, I don’t know how many people will die.

King Uther was well prepared, and likely had no shortage of food and supplies. He could see the rolling stones and logs piled on the battlements; if they were thrown down, they would crush a large number of people. Arrow towers stood on all four sides of the castle, providing a crossfire of suppression. As long as they stormed the main gate, the towers on both sides could fire freely.

The enemy has cover, so archers have no advantage.

With the siege capabilities of this era, it would be extremely difficult to capture a castle fortress that was close to that of the Middle Ages, even with several times the number of troops.

but it does not matter.

Just blast him to pieces!

Duncan's army surrounded the castle. The next day, when he was riding to inspect the camp, he could even see the general on the city wall in the distance. It was not King Uther, but an experienced knight.

——Euphis (Guard Knight) (two-star silver-gray).

What about King Uther?

Duncan searched the strategic map and saw King Uther sleeping soundly in a room in the castle.

There were other markings beside him, two 'docile slave girls'.

——King Uther (King of Camelot) (massacre of wizards) (mild disability) (lost destiny) (abandoned by the gods) (royal power shaken) (two-star blank).

No wonder Duncan couldn't find it at first.

King Uther no longer had the golden King Leader mark, and was now just a two-star blank knight. The last time I saw a king like him was during the Battle of Chalons, when the Alans king, who had lost his country and was in exile, was accompanied by thousands of Alans cavalrymen, and was marked as a three-star blank knight.

The Kingdom of Camelot was actually weaker. After all, Alan was one of the powerful countries in Europe at that time, and even after its destruction, it still had a certain strength.

Until the afternoon.

King Uther had just put on his gorgeous royal armor and a crown, and limped up the city wall. His leg injury had not healed yet, and he had to stop to rest and catch his breath every time he climbed up the wall. It took him a hundred days to heal his injured leg, and he had long lost the recovery ability of a young man.

Ordinary people were seriously injured on the battlefield and often became disabled. Duke Dintagill was also shot by an arrow on the battlefield and had to retreat to Cornwall to recuperate.

boom! boom! boom!
In the evening, five catapults started smashing. Duncan personally operated them, tried his hand at them, and tested the arc of the trajectory.

This city wall is damn solid.

Not moving.

Duncan was not in a hurry. The next day, he dispatched ten catapults. There were only so many that could be placed here, and they had to be arranged in two rows. Then he continued to bombard for three days in a row. When a catapult broke down, he repaired it. With the ballistic trajectory he had tested before, as long as the stone bullets were polished, they could basically hit the general area.

This round of heavy bombardment directly shook the morale of the people in the castle ahead, and even King Uther did not dare to climb the city wall.

finally.

After bombarding the walls for five days, a resounding bang finally tore down a corner of the supposedly impenetrable castle, and the right-hand arrow tower collapsed, killing more than a dozen people. Euphis had attempted a counterattack, but whenever a ballista was on the wall, Duncan would immediately take control and, relying on his God's eye view, smash it to pieces.

What the hell is this accuracy?!

It's not like Eupheus had never seen a catapult before, but to be honest, their trajectory and accuracy depended entirely on fate. Not only was Duncan's shot accurate, but after the mathematicians from London arrived on the third day, the catapults operated by others also fired much more accurately.

Can mathematicians still use it this way?

look.

This highland fortress is not so indestructible.

If you can't blow it open, it means your firepower is not strong enough!
The Mongolian army could even smash down the castle that had been run by the Assassins for hundreds of years. Duncan had not yet developed the Huihui Cannon (counterweight catapult). If he had this thing, King Uther's castle would have been smashed to pieces long ago.

Keep hitting me!
Duncan was not in a hurry at all. The army surrounded them for half a month, and he attacked them for half a month.

If there are not enough stones nearby, transport them from other places.

finally.

When a small group of soldiers escaped over the wall at night and surrendered, Duncan knew the time to attack had come.

——Camelot Highland Swordsmen (morale shaken) (the enemy outnumbers us) (the city walls are broken)!

They were besieged for half a month and were hit by catapults for half a month.

Euphis's plan had almost completely failed. With the arrow towers on all four sides collapsing, a section of the city wall had also collapsed the day before yesterday. The defensive capabilities of this military fortress were undeniable, and the walls were extremely strong. At this time, only Constantinople could be compared to it.

But the following battle was actually not very remarkable, because a trapped beast must still fight, and morale must be maintained first.

At midnight.

Duncan led his elite troops in a sudden attack, with Cullin's Gallic Oathed Warriors leading the charge. In a single assault, they scaled the city walls. After a brief battle of just over ten minutes, the walls were essentially destroyed. Duncan had only just killed seven or eight men, warming up. Eager to make a name for himself, Cullin led his men inside, attacking the inner castle.

Even the Indigo Highland Swordsmen of the indigenous chieftain had dozens of men who stormed the castle. They were dressed in indigo and looked like ghosts under the cover of night. After a burst of war cries, they rushed forward, hacking the enemy back step by step.

Duncan had promised them that if they made military achievements, they would also be rewarded and share King Uther's land.

The enemy's morale had already wavered. With the cry of "surrender and no death," some soldiers quickly threw down their weapons and surrendered.

The battle only lasted for half the night. Before dawn, most of the enemies had surrendered. By the time Merlin stepped onto the city wall, King Uther and Euphemus had been tied up by Kulin's Gallic Oathed Warriors. They had actually learned the tactics of the gladiators and directly threw a large fishing net over.

This type of fighting style is usually only used in gladiatorial arena exhibition matches, and is rarely seen nowadays.

Both of them seemed to have been slightly injured. King Uther was forced to kneel on the ground, glaring at Merlin. His left face was swollen and his teeth were missing. He must have been knocked unconscious by a blunt object, and now even his speech was a little slurred.

They originally wanted to die in battle, but they didn't expect the enemy to be so hateful that they actually captured them alive with a net.

Merlin's expression was extremely complicated at this moment. His gray eyes looked at King Uther in front of him. Finally, he sighed softly and turned away.

After the sacrificial ceremony ended that day, he finally did not leave.

He wanted to see how far Duncan could go.

But now his reputation as a wise prophet has been ruined. A three-star blank wizard cannot cause any waves.

The sky is bright.

Severus was leading his troops to clean up the battlefield. King Uther had not slept all night and his eyes were bloodshot. When he heard the sound of horse hooves, he quickly raised his head. The next second, King Uther's pupils shrank sharply. He stared at Duchess Igraine, whose face was full of deep hatred. For a moment, he was speechless, but his lips trembled slightly.

Igrain looked at the extremely embarrassed King Uther in front of him, with a look of satisfaction after revenge.

She didn't know that Merlin was protecting her in secret.

In Igraine's eyes, King Uther coveted her beauty and killed her husband. If Duncan had not taken action at the critical moment in the castle in Cornwall, she might have been forced to death.

King Uther coveted her beauty, but when she was dying, the old man was still in the Kingdom of Camelot.

Duncan appeared.

He glanced at Duchess Igraine calmly and said in a deep voice, "As agreed."

"I leave them to your disposal."

Sonorous!

Igraine dismounted with a fierce look and drew her sword. She stared at King Uther in front of her with her eyes full of hatred, making her look like a vengeful black widow. At this moment, she was wearing a black dress and no longer had the graceful and beautiful appearance she once had. She was just a woman who longed for revenge.

The sword slashes down!

Duchess Igrain slashed Euphis' neck with a sword, and blood spurted out. The splashing blood sprayed King Uther's face, making his expression gradually become terrified.

But she was a woman who had only recently started practicing swordsmanship, so Igraine tried to behead Euphis, but the blade got stuck in the bone.

It took her a lot of effort to pull it out.

Gudu, Gudu.

Eupheus's blood spread along the ground. The knight was silent from beginning to end, which was very tough. Igrain was not killed in one blow, and his whole body kept twitching. Duncan couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so he chopped off his head with a sword.

The head rolled and fell at King Uther's feet.

He wanted to speak, but his voice was hoarse and almost incoherent, and only fear was in his shrunken pupils.

Everyone is equal before death.

Igrain's ruthlessness exceeded everyone's expectations!
She really hates it!
The woman who longed for revenge gasped, her eyes fixed on King Uther in front of her, and she swung her sword suddenly, directly cutting at King Uther's neck.

This guy is really determined to kill him!
The sufferings that Duchess Igraine endured have completely transformed her, and it can even be said that she has become a little darker.

After escaping death that day at the castle in Cornwall, she never dressed up again, always wearing a simple black dress, staying at home every day, and practicing swordsmanship in her spare time. How fierce must the hatred in her heart be to force a pampered lady to this point!

clang.

Duncan instantly drew the sword of the Oathkeeper, sparks burst, and Igraine's sword flew out of his hand.

This scene happened too suddenly.

King Uther turned to look at Duncan, seeming to be relieved. Just now, Igraine really wanted to chop off his head.

At this moment, Igraine's expression was very surprised. When he turned to look at Duncan, the anger in his hatred gradually dissipated.

With her eyes regaining some clarity, Igrain slowly knelt on the ground and burst into tears. Her black skirt was stained with blood, like a blooming blood lotus. She didn't know whether she was crying for the dead Duke Dingtagir or for her own fate.

Duncan said nothing.

Sonorous!

The Oathkeeper swung his sword cleanly and sharply, and King Uther's head fell to the ground. He looked equally stunned and full of disbelief, his last words held back in his stomach.

King Uther could die.

But it can't be Igrain who does it!

Not far away, Triss, the Raven Queen, looked at Igraine's belly, then at Duncan, who had slashed off King Uther's head with his sword, and murmured, "What a gentle man..."

This inadvertent detail in a moment made her even more obsessed with the man in front of her.

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(End of this chapter)