With the existence of a guide who knows the inside story, the war naturally went towards victory.

  Actually, from Dawnfort to the main fort, it's only a five-day journey. The only problem is that we don't know the route, and if we don't follow the well-maintained road, the hills and forests along the way will greatly affect our speed.

  As they journeyed on, the fog grew thicker and on the third day, they encountered those tenant farmers who had been driven out, those tenant farmers were already suffering from hunger and cold.

  For these thousands of tenants, Fang Xin immediately issued an order to accept them. This is the future subject, but at this time, there are not many materials, so they cooked oatmeal porridge. Although the taste of oatmeal porridge is very disgusting, almost as pig food, it can maintain life after all.

  The army marched on with the tenants, the sky remained gloomy, and the rain kept pouring down. Although it was just a light drizzle, and now in June, there was still an inexplicable chill in the air. All the soldiers were dressed and wrapped up.

  On the way, they encountered an ambush, which was obviously Fang Xin's previous sneak attack strategy. However, with Barnil and Cortade, who were originally the strongest knights, these sneak attacks only left behind dozens of corpses, and established the reputation of the Holy Sword Knights. As a result, the Dark Castle side immediately withdrew their troops.

  It wasn't until the fifth day in the afternoon that Earl's castle finally appeared before their eyes.

  The rain was coming down in big, dense drops that hit the armor with a crisp sound, icy raindrops that penetrated to the skin, making everyone shudder. In this castle's vicinity, it didn't feel like early summer at all, but rather like deep autumn.

  Barnier stepped forward, seemingly enjoying the chill in the air. "Your Grace," he said, "this is quite satisfactory already. If the Deep Altar within the castle had not been desecrated, you would think it was winter... or a winter shrouded in mist."

  "You're more familiar with this place. How much do you think the castle has recovered now?" Fang Xing rubbed his sword hilt lightly and said, "Also, introduce me to the specific situation of the castle."

  "This is all well and good, but shouldn't you let all the soldiers rest for a bit? After all, they've been marching for a long time and are exhausted. And the siege engines need to be readied before they can be used." Bishop Baniel took a deep breath and said: "I can guarantee that the rain will stop immediately, at least until dawn tomorrow, giving us some time to rest."

  As they spoke, the rain subsided. Fang Xin took a deep breath. After all, Bishop Barniel was the Earl of Bremen, and its power was unfathomable. From Yu Ruyi's perspective, its power was increasing slowly but steadily.

  "Hear me, everyone! Our final battle is at hand. For God, for glory, for our children and grandchildren, for light and peace, let us fight! Now rest, bring out the food, and start a fire."

  The rain gradually stopped, although the wood was all filled with water, it wasn't impossible to burn, just sprinkle some oil on it, and once the fire got going, it would naturally burn, so in no time at all, a wooden fence had been built up around the camp, where fires were lit in groups of thirty men.

  The army had no uniform equipment, and all sorts of weapons were on display, but this did not affect the overall morale of the camp soldiers. Their expressions revealed a desire for survival, accompanied by fear, after all, human instinct is unavoidable... At this time, the role of the pastor was very important, they patrolled the camp, comforting each person, just a few simple words would calm many people down.

  Just then, Fang Xin and a group of attendants were on patrol, which was to prevent sneaking into the camp. They would continue patrolling until dawn, as they didn't need to go on duty, naturally leaving the opportunity to rest for those more important people.

  Fang Xin brought his attendants and climbed to a high place, gazing at the distant castle - magnificent, huge, majestic, dark and mysterious like a giant beast.

  Castles were not born of beauty but as a symbol of rule.

  From a distance, the castle is magnificent and can be seen from afar with three layers inside and outside, with high towers and arrow towers standing upright.

  At this time, Bishop Barnier said with a hint of pride: "The length and width are both 500 meters, the southwest corner is set up with a high tower for viewing, building an enclosed arrow tower, one every ten meters, all buildings in the castle have stone slabs on top, the walls themselves are also very thick, more than 2 meters thick."

  "In that year, this castle was built with thirty ironworkers, four hundred stonemasons and two thousand workers. It took twenty years to complete, with a composite structure of city walls, internal fortresses and additional arrow towers. The bottom of the city wall was dug with trenches surrounding the entire castle, the gate was a solid iron fence, easy to defend and difficult to attack. If there is enough food and enough soldiers, it can be defended for two years without any problem, and can withstand tens of thousands of troops."

  Fang Xing nodded in agreement. If one were to consider the role of the Deep Chasm Altar, taking this city would be as difficult as ascending to heaven. The construction of this castle suggests that the Earl had a grand plan in mind, no wonder he was so pleased with himself.

  However, there are several disadvantages now. Firstly, the altar function is basically abandoned and it is difficult to add protection to the castle. Secondly, the grain in the city has been burned out before departure, although it may be possible to collect grain from nearby villages, but it is also difficult to maintain for a long time. Thirdly, there are not enough soldiers in the city, most of the soldiers have been transferred away and cannot catch up, even if temporary peasant soldiers are summoned, there are only about 500 people in the city, so such a large castle can't be guarded everywhere.

  Bishop Baniel continued to speak seriously: "The Grand Duke has a giant catapult, as long as it blasts open one place, the army will rush in and that's it. There are only about 300 soldiers in the city who can really fight, while the Grand Duke now has 3,000 soldiers. Once the city is broken, it will naturally be possible to win."

  Fang Xin nodded silently and adopted his strategy. For such things, Bishop Barnier was more familiar than him!

  He wondered again: "That person also knows this situation, why is he still in the city? This is a choice of nine deaths and one life!"

  "The Grand Duke, because he has no choice but to do so, if he doesn't reach a certain level of power, the Abyssal Power will force him to, after all, for the Abyss, the Lord is just a pawn, winning is good, losing is just discarding a piece!" As he said this, Bishop Barnil's face showed a hint of darkness.

  Fang Xin had nothing to say, and simply said: "What a pity about his magic."

  "What's this? You, who are deeply favored by the gods, also have an interest in magic?" Bishop Barnil showed some interest in this child of the gods.

  "I am interested in all knowledge and power." Fang Xin replied calmly.

  "That doesn't matter, I also have some knowledge of magic. If you don't mind, we can exchange ideas in the future," said Bishop Barnil.

  Time slipped away in idle chatter, and when dawn broke, the rain and mist spread out again. The camp automatically mobilized, and Fang Xin looked over to see three pastors leading everyone in prayer, their hands grasping holy symbols, seemingly motionless in the fine rain.

  Behind them, many knights also prayed at this time. Although each knight had their own thoughts, some for their own future, some to increase their territory, some for peace and light, and some for glory, but no matter what, today's battle would bring a lot of sacrifices... Who knows whose fate it is? So praying can at least bring peace of mind.

  As for ordinary soldiers, they are filled with devout prayers, waiting for this day, which has been too long in coming.

  As the prayers went on, halos appeared above the heads of the three pastors. Although these halos had no real significance, to most people they symbolized divine authority and the bestowal of divine grace, as if opening the gates of heaven and allowing them to forget their fear of death.

  After the prayer is finished, everything has been prepared.