Apocalyptic Lord: Heroes of Might and Magic Descend

Chapter 51 The Beginning of Expansion

Margaret was thinking.

She brought a considerable force today: 130 spearmen, 45 archers, 15 griffins, and 4 swordsmen.

These troops represent all the resources she has accumulated during this period.

"God will bless me!" Margaret couldn't suppress her greed.

She knew that she was not the only lord in this city.

If other lords discover this place and attack first, she will gain nothing.

Thinking of this, Margaret stared wide-eyed, looking like a gambler.

"Guards, come in with me," Margaret ordered.

The so-called guards were not a military branch, but rather young men selected from the survivors. In Margaret's eyes, they were cannon fodder who could be sacrificed at any time.

The interior of the treasure house is a huge circular hall.

The dome is ten meters high and is covered with murals of griffins.

The griffins in the mural are incredibly lifelike, with their wings spread and claws outstretched, as if they are about to swoop down and attack.

The next moment, five groups of griffins appeared from four directions and began their attack.

In the blink of an eye, several survivors were pounced on by the griffins. Their talons, sharp as eagles, easily pierced their chests. The survivors stared in terror, trying to say something, but the blood gushing from their mouths drowned out their words.

There are 20 griffins in each group here.

With this calculation, the total number of griffins reaches 100.

What a terrifying number.

Margaret was terrified. Her scalp tingled and her head was buzzing. In essence, she was a selfish, ignorant, cowardly, and timid middle-aged woman.

However, even someone like her seemed to understand at this moment that she had no way out; things had come to this point, and she could only go down a dark path.

Moreover, she brought a considerable number of troops, so they might not necessarily be defeated.

"kill!"

Margaret shouted, as she had almost no ability to command troops and units in battle, relying solely on the instincts of the units themselves.

What followed was a chaotic battle, with the screams of survivors echoing everywhere.

At this point, there is only victory or death.

Fortunately, the garrison griffins did not attack her troops immediately, but instead attacked the survivors, which gave the large number of spearmen and archers the opportunity to strike first.

One hundred and thirty spearmen charged forward and knocked a group of griffins to the ground.

It has formidable attack power.

In addition, forty-five archers stood behind, firing at another group of griffins.

Although their attack power wasn't as fierce as that of spearmen and they couldn't wipe out a group of griffins in one go, the attacked group of griffins was still severely damaged after a round of fire.

This resulted in the enemy losing nearly two-fifths of their forces.

Conversely, on Margaret's side, apart from a few unfortunate survivors who died, the main force of her troops has not suffered any losses for the time being.

This is undoubtedly a miracle, and there is also an element of luck involved.

But what follows is the real head-on confrontation.

Margaret also had her griffin troops, but in a single encounter, ten of them were bitten off by the enemy.

Four swordsmen rushed forward, wielding their heavy two-handed swords.

Margaret was just praying.

Claws tore through the spearman's armor, and lances pierced the griffin's chest. Blood and feathers mingled and splattered throughout the hall.

The battle continues.

The castle archers played a crucial role at this time, and their continuous fire reduced the number of enemy griffins.

However, the spearmen then became the primary targets of these griffin units.

The wall, originally consisting of 130 units, was reduced to 105 units after two attacks by the enemy griffin.

Margaret's heart bled when she saw this.

Fortunately, in this round of fighting, the enemy's griffon force lost another group.

However, the number of spearmen was reduced to below 100.

At this moment, the archers were also attacked. A single swooping attack by a group of griffins killed more than a dozen archers.

Keep in mind that Margaret only had 45 archers in total.

At that moment, her lips were trembling, and she even forgot to breathe.

All he could hear was the repeated chant, "God help me!"

If Lin Mo saw this scene, he would definitely curse him as a "bastard".

This is ridiculous! Even if you don't use magic, you should at least form a defensive formation to protect your archers. In short, the spearmen and archers are crucial to winning this battle.

But Margaret didn't give any orders, nor did she know how to.

The battle continues; this place is like a meat grinder, constantly consuming the numbers of both sides' troops.

When the last enemy griffin was killed, Margaret, who received the victory notification, felt her legs go weak.

She let out a deep breath, not even glancing at the dead survivors, but immediately taking stock of the losses of her own troops.

The number of spearmen decreased from 130 to 90, a loss of 40.

The number of archers decreased from forty-five to thirty, a loss of fifteen.

The number of griffins decreased from fifteen to five. Ten were lost.

The swordsman was fine, suffering no losses.

However, she also suffered heavy losses, especially her main force, which she had painstakingly built up.

At that moment, Margaret felt so heartbroken she wanted to cry.

But her mood instantly improved after the next prompt.

[You are the first person to conquer the Griffin's Treasure House, and you will receive an additional 2000 gold coins as a reward.]

This is not counting.

You have received three angels.

Golden light flashed before her, and Margaret instinctively closed her eyes.

The light lasted for about five seconds, then gradually faded.

She opened her eyes.

Three figures floated in front of me.

The three figures were dressed in pristine white robes, without a single wrinkle, which emitted a soft white light in the dimly lit hall.

They were over two meters tall, with perfect physiques, broad shoulders, narrow waists, and well-defined muscles. Their faces were so handsome they seemed otherworldly, with distinct features, fair skin, slightly red lips, and golden eyes that resembled two burning flames.

Behind them, a pair of white wings fluttered up and down, supporting the three of them as they floated in mid-air.

Even bare feet represented 'holiness' in Margaret's eyes.

When their wings were spread, they were three meters wide, and the feathers shimmered with a silvery luster in the light. They held holy swords in their hands, the blades of which were silver, sharp, and sacred.

Angel.

The seventh-tier unit of the Castle faction.

Margaret's legs went completely limp.

She knelt down on the ground, overwhelmed with shock.

As a fanatical religious person who couldn't even do elementary school math problems, she knew a lot about God and heaven, including angels.

Angels are God's messengers, guides and guardians of heaven.

She had seen the shadows of angels countless times in stained glass windows, including in various books, but they were just paintings, just shadows.

Now, a real angel stands before her.

The three angels' gazes were calm, devoid of any expression or emotion.

In Margaret's eyes, this represented a special kind of "divinity".

The next moment, the three angels knelt down on one knee, placing their right hands on their chests.

"Angels, I pledge my allegiance to you."

Margaret's tears streamed down her face, her body trembling; she was so overcome with emotion that she lost control of her bladder.

"God bless," she said, her voice trembling as she repeatedly made the sign of the cross. "God bless the judgment of the church."

She took several minutes to calm herself down, then stood up and added the three angels to her book of war.