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"of course."

Moros nodded, a hint of smugness flashing in his eyes. "I've already had the drawbridge at the port retracted, and I've also buried a lot of sharp wooden stakes underwater. Even if they can come by land, our Eagle's Beak Fortress is built on a cliff, easy to defend and difficult to attack. If they want to climb up, they'll have to pave the way with corpses."

He paused, then added, "Also, I've had the 'Seagulls' spread the word throughout the city! They're saying that Atie's army was routed at Frostwolf Keep, and that Sion Cabo is about to be beheaded by Duke Horton."

Once the news spreads, the people will definitely panic. Even if Atie really comes, we can use the people to cause them some trouble.

Young Moros nodded repeatedly, his smile widening: "Father is so thoughtful! I think that Atie, even if he can defeat Frostwolf Castle, will suffer a great defeat when he comes to our Seacliff Territory. When that happens, we can capture him alive and hand him over to Duke Horton, which will also do him a favor."

Moros sneered and shook his head: "Capture him alive? No need. Wait until his army crashes into the reef or dies at the bottom of the cliff, then we'll send someone to retrieve his body and deliver it to the capital to inform Zion Capo... Let him know that the Eagle of Seacliff Territory is not to be trifled with."

He walked to the wine cabinet, poured himself another glass of red wine, and looked at the swirling liquid in the glass with disdain: "Zion Capo thinks he can subdue Britain with just one Iron Man? He's too naive."

Although Horton, that brute, isn't very bright, his private army is ruthless; our Sea Cliff Territory has the sea and reefs, giving us a significant geographical advantage.

"Once Atie has exhausted himself traveling between the north and the coast, we can join forces with other nobles and perhaps pull that puppet off the throne."

Moros's eyes lit up: "Father, you mean...we can take this opportunity to overthrow Zion Cabo and become king ourselves?"

"What's the rush?" Moros glared at him!

"Now is not the time. Let A-Tie and Horton fight to the death, and we'll sit back and watch them fight. Only when they're both severely weakened can we make our move and succeed in one fell swoop."

Just then, a maid came in carrying some snacks and placed the plate on the table with light steps.

Moros glanced at her and suddenly asked, "What are the people in the city talking about now?"

The maidservant quickly bowed and replied, "Your Excellency, the people are saying that Atie's army is very powerful, and Frostwolf Castle might not be able to hold out. Some are even saying that if Atie comes, our Seacliff Territory will be breached like Frostwolf Castle..."

"Shut up!" Moros slammed his hand on the table, splashing red wine from his glass!

"Who told them to spread rumors? Go tell the 'Seagulls' to arrest those who spread rumors and throw them in jail! I want everyone to know that what Ah Tie, what Sion Capo, that wavering opportunist is no match for us!"

The maid turned pale with fright and quickly nodded in response, "Yes, sir."

After saying that, he hurriedly left.

Little Moros watched the maid's flustered retreating figure and said with a smile, "Father, don't be angry. The people are just timid. Once they see that Atie's army has been defeated by us, they will naturally stop talking nonsense."

Moros took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and picked up his wine glass again: "I hope so. However, we cannot let our guard down. Go to the port now and check the fortifications again. Make sure the crossbowmen are on high alert. Tell them that if they can hold the port, each of them will be rewarded with ten gold coins."

“Yes, Father!” Little Moros bowed and replied, then turned and ran toward the port.

His steps were light and his face was full of confidence. In his view, with his father's arrangements and the geographical advantage of Haiya Territory, Atie's army was no match for him.

Moros watched Moros's departing figure, then looked out the window at the sea, his disdain gradually replaced by a barely perceptible worry.

Although he spoke toughly, he knew in his heart that the weapons of the Alliance City were indeed powerful.

Moreover, he had indeed heard some rumors about the assassination of the former Illuminati bishop...

But now, he has no way out!

Either stop A-Tie, or end up like Horton, beheaded.

He picked up the intelligence report on the table and read it again. It read, "A'Tie has led two thousand troops, carrying various Illuminati traps and weapons, and has already crossed Black Rock Mountain." He snorted coldly and threw the report on the table: "Two thousand men? Even if you have cannons, don't even think about setting foot in Sea Cliff Territory!"

...

The cold winds of the North seemed to grow even more biting and despairing as the Gray Iron Legion marched on.

A Tie led not a large legion, but more than two thousand elite Radiant Army soldiers, equipped to the teeth.

They wore specially made composite plate armor from the Alliance City, which was lighter and tougher than traditional steel armor, with scale-like alloy plates covering the joints, allowing for agile movement.

Behind him were neatly arranged repeating crossbows with folding steel arms, and quivers gleaming with cold light, equipped with armor-piercing steel arrowheads. A heavy, sharp armor-piercing warhammer and a modified, broad-bladed fighting short sword hung at his waist.

In the middle of the procession, several intricately designed machines covered with tarpaulins were being pulled by strong mules and horses. These were disassembled counterweight artillery pieces and lightweight crossbows.

Although they brought a lot of firearms with them, they also brought quite a few cold weapons.

The main reason is that Zion Cabo is also a British citizen, so he naturally knows the weather in the north of Britain very well...

Their march was silent and efficient, like a steel-like cold current sweeping across the northern ice plains.

The minor lords and villages along the way, after catching a glimpse of this army exuding a chilling aura of death, all shut their doors and trembled in fear...

As they approached, the scouts from Frostwolf Keep, who had been waiting at various points, spotted the group from afar and rushed back to the castle in terror to report the news.

The castle's heavy iron-clad oak gates slammed shut with a screeching sound, the massive bolts falling to the floor.

On the city wall, Duke Horton personally oversaw the battle. He was clad in the heaviest bearskin armor, wielding a massive double-edged battle axe, his green eyes burning with fighting spirit and a hint of barely perceptible solemnity.

His warriors, the wolf riders and heavy infantry that Frostwolf Keep was proud of, were already in position, archers with bowstrings taut, and logs and stones piled up at the crenellations.

Although their equipment was far inferior to that of the Illuminati, the Northern warriors' fierceness and determination to defend their homeland were etched on every face chapped by the cold wind.

They believed that the impregnable ice walls of Frostwolf Keep and the sharp teeth of the Northern warriors were enough to tear apart any invading enemy!

Frostwolf Castle has remained unconquered for over a century...

"Let that damn Iron Man and his fancy-dressed Eastern bastards taste the north wind!"

Horton's roar echoed across the city walls, eliciting a chorus of wolf-like howls in response.

As the time goes.

Atie's army stopped a short distance from Frostwolf Fortress.

These soldiers of the Radiant Army were the elite of the elite, and despite the biting north wind, they adapted to the conditions in the shortest possible time.

No one knew that these military training exercises were conducted in all sorts of extreme weather conditions...

What no one knew was that these Radiant Armies were actually composed of people selected by the Light Guardians. Even those selected by the Light Guardians were all extremely powerful individuals...

In fact, their overall qualities are not much different from those of Guangwei...

There was no attempt to persuade them to surrender, nor any challenge.

Absolute silence is the most terrifying war drum.

"Target: Ice wall base. Charge number three. Three salvos."

A-Tie's cold, emotionless commands were issued through the microphone built into the helmet.

The tarpaulin covering the catapult was lifted, and three ingeniously designed catapults with levers and counterweights were quickly assembled and set up. The soldiers of the Guangzhao Army skillfully adjusted the angles and put the specially made clay pots filled with highly flammable oil and crushed stone and iron filings into their leather pouches.

They didn't even use artillery. In fact, the Illuminati, in the evolution of weaponry, didn't completely abandon the development of some melee weapons, after all, firearms also have many limitations...

Meanwhile, Horton, who was waiting to challenge him, suddenly realized that something was wrong...

And then, buzz!

The heavy counterweight box suddenly plummeted, and the enormous leverage force propelled the burning fireball in an astonishing arc!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three deafening explosions simultaneously erupted on the proud ice wall in the northwest corner of Frostwolf Keep, a wall built from a mixture of ice, snow, and frozen soil!

Soaring flames, along with flying pebbles, snow, and deadly iron filings, flew everywhere!

The ice wall groaned under the intense heat and violent explosion. Its solid surface cracked and melted instantly, revealing the relatively fragile rammed earth layer behind it. Huge cracks spread like black lightning!