Chapter 986: Volume 32 Dark Clouds Roll In - 4 Target—Cartin!
Gazing at the dazed and muddled crowd in front of him, Fumel’s mood was utterly terrible. He had originally thought of Livonia as no more than a backyard. To the west, the Basarabians wouldn’t dare to interfere, and the Nicosians were far off to the east, separated by mountains and rivers. A force of three thousand was already more than sufficient. But no one expected to take such a tumble here.
If he could see that fool Manite, Fumel really wanted to string him up and question him on how he managed this army of three thousand. Was it possible that the Nicosians, holed up in their three small castles, could swallow up three thousand elites from the Knossos Kingdom in one gulp? Fumel didn’t believe it; there must be something fishy.
Unfortunately, like the others, that idiot Manite hadn’t been released. As the commander of the Knossos forces stationed in Livonia, it was impossible for him to be set free without a price. However, this was not a concern; once he captured the three castles and retook Livonia, everything would return to normal. Fumel believed that the Nicosians didn’t have much military strength. If they really were powerful, they wouldn’t skulk around in castles like this, which showed their insecurity.
"Hmph, such small castles think they can withstand our army’s assault? These Nicosians surely think too highly of themselves."
While observing the distinct features of the castle, Fumel was also carefully assessing its defensive system. To his relief, the Nicosians had focused too much on aesthetics and largely ignored the fortress’s defensive capabilities. With only symbolic four arrow castles and two assault towers, from what could be seen from atop the walls, the castle didn’t seem to have powerful weapons like crossbows and catapults, easing Fumel’s mind considerably.
"Sir Fumel, do we need to prepare for an immediate assault?"
"No, don’t rush it. I think we still have time. Let’s not be hasty. Since we’ve come all this way, we don’t plan on skulking back in defeat. We’ve already lost three thousand men; I don’t want to sacrifice more for a few small castles. It wouldn’t be worth it. Perhaps we can resolve this through other means." Fumel shook his head; his deputy was too impulsive and lacked a cool head, which wasn’t good.
"But we ••••••"
"Don’t be impatient. Where are our mages now?"