Black clouds pressed down on the city, as if they would crush it; armor gleamed beneath the sun like golden scales.
Ergons had studied these two lines of poetry back in school, but it was only today that he truly understood them.
The castle stood halfway up a mountain beside a river. A bridge spanning the main road, guarded by the castle, divided the entire fortress into two sections.
The walls that rose along the mountain slope represented a drop of nearly two hundred meters to him as he looked up from below.
Not to mention that the other side of the castle, across the continent-spanning river, was bordered by a broad river that curved around it. The only section that could be attacked was the castle on the left.
And if they attacked the castle on the left, the castle on the right could open its rear gate and send out a cavalry unit to circle behind their formation and stab them in the back.
A castle like this was actually their target. It was practically a joke.
After several days of frantic work, the siege equipment was finally completed before the appointed time.
The siege towers and siege carts could not be deployed from any of the other directions. They could only be set up beneath the southernmost section of the castle wall on the left.
The normal road to the castle gate was far too winding. Carriages and cavalry could still pass through, but siege equipment and battering rams were out of the question.
Thus, this battle had only one possible method of attack. It was also quite fittingly arranged as a seemingly civilized private war over the capture of a castle.
What kind of battle was this supposed to be?
The vassals who had followed the