One Sneeze Destroys A Magical Civilization

Chapter 137 The Precarious Myratma (Subscribe for the third update)

The lord's mansion near the southwest corner of the city of Mairatma is brightly lit.

Although it was already late at night, neither the master nor the servant had the slightest intention of falling asleep.

Even though they were very sleepy and exhausted, none of them dared to really sleep to death.

Otherwise, God knows if when he wakes up, he will find that the whole city has been occupied by those ferocious monsters outside the wall and the evil red dragon commanding them.

The chief priests of the major temples gathered together.

Even churches that believe in gods and do not fight each other have no intention of fighting among themselves at this moment.

Because they all know very well that once the army of monsters from outside invades, it doesn't matter which god you believe in. Both themselves and the believers in the city will die in the end.

As for looking forward to such a good thing as gods descending and incarnating to save believers at critical moments...

Don't even think about it!

Since the turbulent years, the god Ao appeared, and used his supreme power and authority to bring down the gods from the mortal world.

It even permanently changed the relationship between gods and mortals throughout Faerûn.

The gods are extremely cautious about sending incarnations to the mortal world.

At least in the past two years, I haven't heard of any god's incarnation coming to the mortal world.

In addition to the priests of the various temples, the owner of the only mage tower in Mailatma was also present.

Coupled with the few elite adventurers and mercenaries who did not participate in the previous active attack...

It can be said that all the people who have power in the entire city have arrived.

Lord Weeks Target, who hadn't closed his eyes for two whole days, rubbed his dry eyes vigorously, then took a deep breath and said, "Everyone! I think you should already know how dangerous the situation is. Wait for those monsters We have built enough siege equipment to last up to three days in the current situation."

"Three days? My lord, please forgive me. Can those temporarily recruited civilians who have not received any combat training really survive the brutal fight for an hour without collapsing?"

The priest of the guardian god Haim stood up and questioned with a serious expression.

As a high-level priest who serves the God of Guardians, both the doctrine and the belief itself determine that he must not retreat or escape, and can only live and die with this city.

Because the most emphasized dogma of the Haim Church is persistence, protection and sacrifice.

Especially protecting the weak, the poor, the wounded, the old, the young, women and children must be placed above one's own life.

This is also the reason why the God of Guardian Haim's camp is clearly lawful and neutral, but many people still regard it as a good camp.

When cities, villages, and fortresses are attacked from outside, the priests and believers who serve Helm will always appear at the first time and risk everything against the invaders.

"If the priests of the major temples are willing to contribute and provide enough magic spells [Remove Fear] and [Blessing], it should be able to last for about three days.

Of course, this is only a theoretical state.

I'm also not sure what the outcome would have been if the dreaded red dragon had gone off in person. "

Wicks Targett explained helplessly.

He understood that the main reason why the Priest of the Temple of Heim asked this question was to understand the current combat effectiveness of the army, not to deliberately find fault.

"I think the women and children in the city should be sent away by sea first."

The master of the mage tower, an old mage who looked to be in his sixties or seventies, put forward his own suggestion.

Due to the embarrassing geographical location of Melatma and the chaotic situation in the Kingdom of Tethyr, there is no decent arcane spellcasting power in this city at all.

Most of the mages and warlocks who escaped from Amn are basically willing to go to Calimshan, where magic knowledge and resources are more abundant in the south.

Therefore, he was not at all sure that he could defeat the snake mages hidden in the monster army outside the city with just a few assistants and apprentices in the magic confrontation.

"No! We must not let anyone leave at this time!

Not to mention how vulnerable ships sailing on the sea are when faced with the red dragon falling from the sky, just one breath of flames can burn everyone to death, and the possible drop in morale alone is a big trouble.

The reason why the temporarily recruited civilians on the city wall did not collapse or escape in the face of such a huge monster army.

The root cause is that they know that behind them are their unarmed wives, children, relatives and friends.

Once they learned that their wives and children had been moved to a safe place, how many people would give up resistance and run for their lives?

We cannot take this risk! "

The middle-aged knight who was in charge of managing and commanding the army suddenly stood up and retorted loudly with excitement.

As the one present who knows the current situation of the city defense army best, he knows better than anyone else that if a ship leaves the port, the momentum that has been so hard to gather to fight the enemy to the death will collapse in an instant.

At that time, I am afraid that there is no need to wait for the monsters to attack, and civil strife will break out because of the competition for the qualification to board the ship.

After all, anyone who is not a fool knows that it is impossible for the ships docked in the port to take away everyone in the city.

"Then you mean to let those monsters slaughter and enslave women and children after the city is broken?"

The senior priest of Irmaat suddenly interjected, and his tone and attitude became extremely angry and severe.

Although he was only wearing a shabby robe, he looked no different from a beggar in the slums.

But no one dared to ignore the emblem worn on the chest, shining with a holy and dazzling light.

The middle-aged knight was obviously taken aback, and hurriedly argued: "No! Of course not! I mean..."

Before he finished speaking, the priest of Haim waved his hand and interrupted: "There is no need to explain. I understand what you mean. In this situation, no matter who leaves Melatma by boat, it will lead to Those temporary conscripts lose their morale."

Just when the senior priest of Irmaat was about to say something, a soldier wearing a breastplate suddenly ran in from outside and shouted out of breath: "Eun... my lord earl! There is someone outside A group of strangers who say there is a way to help us solve the current crisis."

"stranger?"

Lord Weeks Target showed a very puzzled expression on his face.

"Yes! They claim to have flown into the city under the cover of night from the south bank of the Yi Si River. Among them was a paladin who served the god of misery."

As he spoke, the soldier presented a wooden badge engraved with hands bound by ropes with both hands.

The senior priest of Irmat who was present hurried forward to identify it, and immediately opened his mouth to confirm: "This is indeed the emblem of my lord."

"Invite them in immediately!"

Count Weeks Target made his decision almost without hesitation.

At this moment, he was like a person who was dying of thirst walking in the desert.

At this time, no matter what others handed over, as long as it was liquid, he would drink it first without hesitation.

As for whether it is poisonous or harmful to the body...

Does that make any sense to a man dying of thirst?

The answer is obviously no!

What's more, everyone in this city can escape, but only the Target family, who have been local lords for generations, cannot escape.

Once fleeing, it means giving up the right to rule this land.

At that time, not only will he lose his noble status and title, but it may also become a stain that the entire family will never erase.

That's why, many nobles in Faerun knew that they had no chance of winning in the face of a large number of enemies and monsters, but they still sent their women and children away and chose to stay and fight to the death.

Because a heroic death in battle will leave a good name on the family and future generations.

Otherwise, once they are nicknamed "Coward Family", it will not be easy to take them off.

(end of this chapter)