Ashen Dragon-Chapter 362 - 286 Belonne Castle

Chapter 362: Chapter 286 Belonne Castle

Viscount Ferenc’s Domain, Belonne Castle.

Walls and towers of various sizes, along with a sturdy gate, formed a defensive structure atop the hill, overlooking the rushing river below.

The outer moat and drawbridge blocked access to the castle, heavily guarded by the Viscount’s soldiers, while the huge castle gate’s portcullis protected the entrance to the Lord’s estate.

For thousands of years, the nobles of the North waged wars continuously over land, food, livestock, and population. The intensity of these wars led them to build more and bigger castles to defend their territories.

Belonne Castle had been passed down through the generations of the Lotte family, and its current owner was Viscount Horace Lotte.

“What?”

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“You mean… even Vichy City has fallen? And in less than two days?”

“Are you sure this information is accurate?”

“Count Hocot is already dead, perished in his mansion.”

Listening to the knight’s report, Viscount Horace was dumbstruck, falling into a prolonged silence.

Belonging to the same noble faction under the Otto Duchy, he knew very well how strong and tall the walls of Vichy City were. Compared to Vichy, Belonne Castle was practically a pile of stones.

If such a formidable city could fall instantly before the Ashen Kingdom’s army, how long could a fortress like his hold out?

After a long silence, Viscount Horace finally spoke: “We must keep this quiet…”

“It’s best not to let those guys find out.”

“Yes, my lord.”

Facing a supposedly invincible enemy, Viscount Horace could only act like an ostrich, burying his head in the sand and praying not to be noticed.

After all, many such castles existed in the North. If the Ashen Kingdom had to clear them one by one, they surely wouldn’t have the stamina.

“It is said a mage skilled in teleportation, willing to lend a hand to nobles, has recently appeared in the North. Perhaps we can use his power to leave Anzeta…”

Viscount Horace thought this.

What he did not know was that within the Ashen Kingdom existed a group of tireless, reckless Starfallen.

He even didn’t know that his so-called “escape route” was a path filled with traps, sealed tightly long ago.

“Roar—”

Suddenly, a roar came from the sky.

Viscount Horace hurriedly looked up through the castle window, only to be stunned by the sight of several bipedal wyverns flying overhead, circling the castle.

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There seemed to be human silhouettes on the backs of those wyverns.

“It’s the Red Scale Conquerors.”

Knight Mithra’s expression was grim, his tone heavy.

Viscount Horace could feel the terrifying power in that roar, his voice trembling as he asked:

“Wh-what exactly is that?”

Knight Mithra knelt on one knee, reciting softly: “When the Dragon’s Roar echoes from afar, the Red Scale Conquerors will ride gigantic, ferocious Dragon Vein Creatures, descending from the sky…”

His tone paused before he continued.

“Bringing endless flames and complete death to their enemies.”

These words had circulated in the North for years, reportedly stemming from an adventurer who narrowly escaped the Ashen Kingdom.

Knight Mithra’s face grew darker: “Viscount, those are the Ashen Kingdom’s most terrifying scouts, and we… we have probably been targeted by them.”

“Oh, gods…”

Viscount Horace mumbled, staring at the small black dots in the sky.

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“Wuhu, takeoff!”

At this moment, the figures dubbed “the most terrifying scouts” and “knights bringing death” by Knight Mithra were cheering loudly in the sky, showing none of their supposed catastrophic demeanor.

Even the bipedal wyverns were infected by the fervent atmosphere, letting out piercing screams before having their massive jaws clamped shut by the exasperated players.

“Finally found a somewhat decent castle, might make a good haul this time.”

“Yeah, it’s a rare find.”

“Man, that baron’s rickety manor had nothing but a filled granary. His coin purse was cleaner than mine.”

“We had to open the granary and distribute the food to the serfs. Selling it was too much trouble.”

Mantou’s face was full of greed, wiping away drool from the corner of his mouth, he said viciously, “This time, I’m going to loot hard to avenge my previous shame!”

“I heard Rogue Beast raided an earl’s mansion, snagging ten thousand gold coins’ worth of goods. I feel worse than not earning any money myself seeing him profit.”

Singo said calmly: “Don’t set your expectations too high. He got lucky that time, catching the earl while transferring assets and taking everything.”

“It was supposed to be a Magic Coin deal, but Swashbuckler intercepted it, enraging Charlotte so much she challenged him to a duel.”

Mantou’s mouth twitched slightly: “With Charlotte’s luck, even getting hit by a car when going out for groceries is normal.”

“But that castle looks pretty strong. Can just the few of us take it down?”

Singo said: “We have quite a few reinforcements.”

“Aoo~”

He tightened his legs slightly, prompting his wyvern to let out a roar and descend in circles, landing on the ground below.

Mantou also patted Noodle’s neck, following closely to land on the ground behind the hill.

“So many people.”

The area was bustling, with over a hundred players gathered.

“When are we starting the attack?”

“Oh no, it’s Holy Light Bro again!”

The players’ outfits wildly contrasted with the environment, ranging from armored knights to pink dresses, and even a naked figure, shimmering with holy light over their robust body.

There were also all sorts of siege devices pulled from various eras, mixing primitive catapults with magical cannons in a strange blend.

“Hello, you’ve arrived!”

Natural War Maniac waved his axe, rubbing his polished bald head with his free hand.

Summer Night Autumn Rain waved back with a smile, creating dazzling firelight to signal them.

Mantou skillfully dismounted from his bipedal wyvern, asking quietly: “Man, so many people, too many wolves too little meat. How much do you think we’ll get this time?”

Natural War Maniac replied helplessly: “I didn’t invite them, they also have their eyes on this Viscount’s castle.”

Singo said: “That’s the current situation in the Northern Kingdom, players are storming castles everywhere, delay a bit and you’ll get nothing.”

Summer Night Autumn Rain nodded in agreement: “I heard Royalty’s group has already captured thirteen cities; at this rate—Northland will be looted in under two months.”

Mantou sighed: “Ah, let’s just get what we can then.”

“I want to loot!”

“Hand over the gold coins!”

“For covering up Lord Cassius’s trail!”

One by one, the bipedal wyverns carrying knights took to the sky again, while the players pushed forward their bizarre siege devices, shouting random slogans as they charged towards Belonne Castle in the distance.