Slime Cultivation Game

On the walls of Winterhold.

The soldiers stood on full alert, looking forward, holding their weapons, like stone statues.

The thunder continued.

It was windy and rainy.

Lady Kallen and Viscount Carter stood on the tower of the city wall, fighting alongside her people.

"Night Demon Cavalry, here they come!"

"For Lady Kallen!"

"For Tersk!"

"Brothers, now is the time to get promoted and make a fortune!"

"Even if I die, I'll take a few people with me!"

Faced with the aggressive army of Night Demons, these soldiers who had just wanted to escape suddenly burst out with unprecedented morale.

Since there is no way to retreat, let’s fight to the death!

Anyway, even if they die, they will die together with the master of the northern territory, the next heir of the Telsk family!

They believed that their blood would not be shed in vain.

They will become hymns in the mouths of bards, spread throughout the North, and even throughout the Dawn Empire.

"Fire arrows!"

Viscount Carter shouted suddenly.

Tens of thousands of arrows shot down from the sky, and then fell towards the Night Demon Cavalry who were charging in the front.

The cavalrymen took out their shields and blocked the arrows from the sky.

But many soldiers still fell from the back of the giant-toothed lizard.

"Strong crossbow! Fire!"

"Spellcaster, go!"

"White Cavalry, attack!"

"Rolling rocks, hot oil, throw them all down!"

"Don't let these beasts climb up our city walls!"

The war has begun again in Winterhold, and the same tactics have once again collided in this meat grinder-like graveyard.

But this time, the human offensive was more powerful than the night demons.

The Night Demon Cavalry, who once could easily jump onto the city wall, would have to pay a heavy price just to rush over.

The troll soldiers who had finally rushed up the city wall had just stabbed their sharp blades into the abdomen of the human in front of them when the human they looked down upon grabbed their weapons.

The rest of the soldiers rushed forward and turned the troll soldier into a hornet's nest.

Everyone looked at the seriously injured soldier, but they only heard him shouting, "Don't worry about me, kill the enemy!"

"Don't be a coward!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Such scenes were repeated on the city walls.

The greatest hymn of mankind is the hymn of courage. And at this moment, courage is the most abundant thing on the walls of Winterhold.

The courage to retreat.

On the tower, watching her people fall, Kallen could no longer control her emotions and took out the air gun tied to her thigh.

"You can't go." Viscount Carter hurried forward to block her way: "You standing here is the best comfort for the soldiers."

"If I just stand there, what's the difference between me and a vase?" Karen grabbed Carter's hand: "The children of the Telsk family will only die on horseback!"

"No, I can't! I have to keep you safe."

“Then…” Kallen took back her hand and looked at Carter seriously: “Silva Carter, I order you as the second heir to the North that you must not stand in my way.”

"..." Viscount Carter gritted his teeth and finally let go of his hand: "Then at least, don't go to the front line."

“I know what’s going on!” Karin snorted, stepped forward quickly, and jumped directly from the tower towards the city wall.

The arrival of the princess startled the soldiers. They held their shields and tried to protect her behind them.

"Don't worry about me, keep killing the enemies!" Karin shouted and raised the strangely shaped air gun.

"Nono! Karin is the strongest warrior! Nono!" The mechanical bird on her shoulder spread its wings and flew. According to her master's instructions, it turned into a shield to protect all the soldiers within the city wall.

"Experience the power of steam, Night Demon!" Kallen gritted her teeth and pulled the trigger.

With a "bang".

The bullet accurately hit the Night Demon Cavalry who had just climbed onto the city wall.

His head exploded like a watermelon falling to the ground, and his mutilated body fell off the city wall under the impact.

Seeing this scene, the soldiers on the city wall were stunned at first, and then burst into an unprecedented roar: "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Morale once again reached its peak.

The soldiers behind the giant mechanical shield picked up their spears and stabbed them through the gaps in the shield into the bodies of the night demons.

"Kill! Kill!"

Amid the battle cries, countless corpses of night demons fell from the city walls.

Their offensive failed to break through the human positions, but instead was deeply trapped in them and was tightly entangled.

Leo watched this scene in fascination.

Winterhold is defensible.

His strategy worked.

Miss Shikoti next to him held her chin high and put her hands on her hips, looking very proud.

Although his face was expressionless, it seemed as if he was speaking.

This is my master's strategy, isn't it amazing! In the Night Demon Army.

Listening to the battle report, Calvaro, who was dressed in a plain robe, closed the book in his hand and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"It seems that there is an enemy worthy of being my opponent hidden in that Winterhold."

"Withdraw the cavalry. The subsequent battles will be much more troublesome..."

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"Withdraw?" A Night Demon general in the tent said impatiently, "But commander, our soldiers just rushed forward, and their morale is high now!"

"Yeah, yeah, they're just a bunch of inferior humans, they can't stop our army at all!"

"That's right. If we push all our forces forward, we will definitely be able to capture the city tonight!"

"Commander, charge! I swear on the blood of the Night Demon that I will capture Winterhold before dawn!"

"Morale is high? We can definitely break the city?" Calvaro seemed not to sense the restlessness of his men, and said calmly: "Then, how many casualties will it cost?"

"This..." Several subordinates were speechless for a moment.

"Ten thousand? Twenty thousand? Thirty thousand? Or fifty thousand?" Calvaro shook his head and sighed, "Everyone, don't underestimate humans. I thought I could take down Winterhold in one go through a blitzkrieg, but it's obvious that I can't do that now."

"The soldiers of Winterhold have gone from being a bunch of losers who can't even hold a bow and arrow steadily to warriors sharper than our fangs. And this transformation took less than twelve natural hours. Do you know what this means?"

"This..." After listening to Calvaro's words, the Night Demon generals looked at each other and moved their Adam's apples.

They felt an inexplicable fear.

"This means that the human who is currently leading the troops in Winterhold is a terrible general." Calvaro paused and continued, "If I am right, the general has either directly destroyed Winterhold's retreat route, or made his soldiers think that the retreat route has been destroyed."

"Only in this way can these soldiers fight like crazy. Because if they want to survive, there is no other way but to fight to the death."

"what?"

"This, this is impossible, right?"

"I've never heard of such a fighting method... Isn't this gambling?"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the Night Demon generals in the camp were in an uproar.

As they thought carefully, expressions of deep surprise appeared on the faces of these generals.

We are all generals who have fought on the edge of a knife on the battlefield. With a little thought, we will naturally figure out the key points.

That's why they shudder.

Put your soldiers to death in exchange for the possibility of victory.

This is even more cruel than the devil.

But, it does work.

"That's right..." Calvaro sighed as he stared at the top of the tent, recalling the war eight years ago. "Everyone, many of you are soldiers who escaped from that death pit eight years ago. You should know what kind of power a soldier possesses when he is afraid of death."

"If we continue to attack fiercely, even if our soldiers can capture Winterhold, they will lose the ability to move south. By then, what is the point of having a Winterhold?"

"You must remember that our goal has never been to capture a city. Instead, it is to take over the entire northern border and migrate the Night Demons from their bitter and cold homeland to the rich Dawn Empire."

"I know that this holy war is the best opportunity for our race in a hundred years. But we can't just put all our bets on the table."

"My father, my grandfather, your father, and your grandfather paid such a high price to preserve the fire and train cavalrymen who can control sub-dragons and spellcasters who can use large-scale lethal spells. These soldiers are our most precious wealth."

"We must not only win, but win easily and win thoroughly."

Calvaro's voice was not loud, but every general in the tent did not raise any questioning voice.

They were completely convinced of their commander.

This Night Demon Commander who climbed up from the bottom took only four years to dismantle the puppet royal court supported by Duke Telsk outside the Marian Wall and unified the Night Demon clan that was caught in civil war.

Then, he spent another four years establishing diplomatic relations with many races in the Dark Land, completing a supply line spanning a thousand miles, and forming an invincible army of night demons.

Finally, in the eighth year, they tore through the Marian Wall and penetrated into the heart of humanity.

This is a feat that has never happened in the thousand-year history of the Night Demon.

The generals who followed him all the way believed that Commander Calvaro's choice was the correct one.

"Okay, call the soldiers back." Calvaro coughed twice, "Ahem, next, send out scouts to monitor our rear army, and let our cavalry recuperate so they don't have to go to the battlefield again."

"The remaining soldiers will be divided into three armies. They will attack the city at three different times: morning, noon, and evening. They will attack the city day and night. The intensity of the attack is up to you. If the humans resist fiercely, we will retreat. If the humans are lax in their defense, we will attack fiercely."

"What you have to do is simple. Control the casualties while preventing the humans in Winterhold from getting a good night's sleep."

"Although the morale brought by the fear of death is strong and vigorous, it cannot turn humans into another species. As long as they are still human, they will definitely become exhausted and there will always be a day when they can't hold on. When that time comes, it will be our chance to break into the city."

"Okay, I'm tired, you guys go ahead."

"Yes!" The herald left the tent, but the Night Demon's generals did not leave.

Calvaro leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and tapped the armrests with his fingers: "What? You seem to have some questions."

"Yes, Commander." Several Night Demon generals looked at each other, and the one standing at the head of the left took a step forward: "Do you think that the general commanding the troops in Winterhold is Duke Telsk?"

"..." Calvaro's eyes suddenly opened, and a frightening cold light flashed in his eyes: "No, the Duke would not use such a tactic, and he would never put himself in danger. However, the general in the Winter Castle is definitely not an ordinary person, he is a genius worthy of respect."

"Yes, in just twelve natural hours, a strong army was formed. If it were me, I couldn't think of it and couldn't do it." Another Night Demon general shook his head with a wry smile.

"I can't do it either. Cutting off the retreat and exchanging the fear of death for the hope of life, my God, I can't imagine there is such a way to fight. Could it be that the guy believes in the devil?"

"This guy is much stronger than Logan, the idiot who dares not face us." Listening to his subordinates' words, Calvaro sighed: "Humans are really a terrible race. The more desperate the moment, the more extraordinary geniuses will be born."

"Such a genius, I really want to meet him."

“Haha, Commander, you are too modest!” The Night Demon General waved his hand and said, “Commander, you are the real genius! Human wisdom is nothing in front of you! If you want to cherish talent and meet that general, I will capture him alive and bring him to you after we capture Winterhold!”

"No, ahem, that's not necessary." Calvaro coughed twice, "Remember, after you capture Winterhold, find the commander-in-chief and kill him on the spot. Don't let him go south."

"Kill him?" The general frowned.

"Yes, kill him. You don't have to worry about the fleeing soldiers or the nobles in the city. You don't even have to worry about the believers of order. They can just run away. But the man who led the troops must be killed."

"After this battle, he might get a bigger stage. By then, it will be even more difficult for us to kill him."