Whispers of the Gods

Chapter 70 The Lord of the Black Army II

The gates of the castle were closed tightly, and the guards and white-shoeed knights who rushed to hear the news were all blocked outside and were treated as living targets, so they had to retreat temporarily and wait and see from a distance.

Rudomir Corva had long since put the cold of the night behind him, for battle and victory warmed his body.

His body was a little tired, but his head was excited.

Rudomir approached the spacious hall, at the end of which hung the blue and white iron-heeled banner of the Wilk family.

He seemed to hear Konrad Welker's laughter echoing in the hall, but it was really just wailing and sobbing.

Kneeling in the center of the hall, all the nobles and officials living in the Lonely Cliff Castle sat. Their thin clothes were messy, dragged from the bed or the basement.

"grown ups."

The adjutant Yaroste Sagan, who was lecturing, saw Rudomir and bowed his head respectfully.

He took down two towers with his men and found the basement where he was hiding.

"Sizmon Janico."

Yaroste kicked the middle-aged man in front of him with his black high boots, "When the bear is away, he is in charge of Iron Crown City."

The man was small in stature, dressed in white silk, and had short, curly blond hair.

His eyebrows are thin, his eyes are small, and his nose is extremely thick.

"He looks like a jester, not a regent," Rudomir said with a curl of lips.

"He is indeed a jester, but he is also a regent." Yaroste kicked Sizmon Janiko again.

"Ouch, be merciful, my lord."

Sizmon Janiko groaned strangely, he raised his head and tried to widen his small eyes to look at Rudomir, "Gods be merciful, my lord, I am just a jerk, and have nothing to do with the conflict between you , please let me go."

"Kondrad Welk entrusted his city to you for safekeeping. I think your relationship here is not shallow." Rudomir didn't believe him.

"I'm just an opera singer, and all I think about all day is how to make the Duke happy."

The Fool said, "Your Excellency the Duke is happy, so he appointed me as a temporary agent before he left."

"That's a good joke." Rudomir was not persuaded.

"His Excellency has always been very casual in appointing officials," Sizmon Janiko explained, "even his horses have been given titles."

"What title?" Rudomir asked curiously.

"Taster."

"This title is quite suitable." Yaroste laughed.

"So, you are regent of Ironcrown," Rudomir asked. "There are no Wilkers in the castle?"

He knew that Kondrade Welker would go to the Hall of Ashes to attend the coronation ceremony, but his son Mirosla should stay in Ironcrown City. A way to propose to Lozaria.

Sizmon Janiko shook his head, "As far as I know, they all went to the Hall of Ashes. His Excellency, his wife, his son, and two daughters."

"Where is Madame Nagelina?" Rudomir frowned.

"They said that Madam Nagelina fell to her death from a horse." Sizmon Janiko said mysteriously, "but there are rumors that the Duke sent someone to kill her."

"Don't take stupid rumors as truth, jester." An old man among the captives rebuked.

"Who are you?" Rudomir asked.

The old man's black eyes are cloudy, his body is skinny, only a few strands of white hair remain on his head, and his face is covered with brown spots and old tree-like wrinkles.

"My people call me Volachini." The old man replied slowly.

"'Bear Whisperer'?"

"He's a wizard," said Sizmon Janiko. "The Duke invited him back from the Moldwood."

"Duke Wilke is indeed not picky when he chooses his court personnel." Rudomir sighed.

The savage tribes wandering in the mildew forest still believed in primitive beliefs thousands of years ago. People said that their savage wizards could communicate with animals and dead spirits, but he had never seen their so-called special abilities appear.

"Which of you is in charge of records? I need Ironcrown's ledgers, records on supplies, and ordnance records," he asked the prisoners.

Rudomir had already found Konrad Welker's treasury in the basement under the tower, but the gold coins in it were so pitifully small that they couldn't fill an oak box. Where are the flowers.

I heard that the gold for raising a white iron hoof can be worth the salary of three black army soldiers. Maybe the treasury has been eaten up by these watchdogs.

"The work that requires literacy is done by Sefty." Sizmon Janiko said.

"Which one of you is this Sephora?" Rudomir asked.

"She's not here," the Fool shook his head, "Septy isn't spending the night in the castle, she has business at the Sleepy Hunter Tavern."

"Business? You mean...?" Rudomir was momentarily at a loss for words.

"Flesh business, she is the most popular prostitute in Ironcrown City." Sizmon Janiko laughed.

"Great, a jester, a wild wizard and a whore, exactly what I expected," Rudomir said sarcastically.

"Who is guarding Dawn City?" He asked straightforwardly.

"It has always been the Duke's younger brother, Lord Raymud Wilk." Sizmon Janiko replied.

The war has only just begun, Rudomir thought.

They only occupied Lonely Cliff Fort, and the rest of Ironcrown City was still under the control of the White Iron Hooves. He wanted to use a surprise attack to capture characters like Mirosla Virk to force the guards to surrender, but he was not here. , not a single Wilker was here.

This year's autumn harvest has not yet arrived, and the granary in Lonely Castle has the largest storage capacity of freshly harvested hay.

Although barley, oats, and wheat, and some dried goat cheese and bacon, were left over from last year, there was enough food for his men.

The equipment in the armory is quite complete. Ironcrown City is indeed a city built on top of iron mines, and the mildew forest in the north provided them with a steady stream of charcoal for steelmaking.

Hundreds of steel spearheads and a dozen warhammers, and even eight complete sets of steel plate armor: helm, gorge, shoulder pads, shoulder pads, breastplate, skirts, leg guards, greaves, and steel boots hinged on Together, you can abandon the shield and move forward with arrows and crossbows.

But this should not be the entire reserve of Ironcrown City. The city's defensive center of gravity is in the south and north. The outer wall of Ironcrown City is connected by dozens of circular limestone towers. The south gate and north gate should have corresponding armories and grain storage.

The messenger of the Wilke family must have been on his way to Dawn City. He must completely capture the Iron City before Remurd Wilke's reinforcements arrive, and meet the rest of the black army in the north.

"What's wrong with the Duke?" the wizard Wallach asked.

"He won't come back." Rudomir responded flatly, "Just like your lives, Ironcrown City belongs to me now."

(End of this chapter)