Alfenheims Warlords (a SAO fanfic)

Chapter 23

It had been a week now since the event had begun and not much leeway against the forces of Hel had been achieved. Several of the kingdoms that were smaller and had not gotten anywhere had fallen to the almost constant of attacks from the Princes and Princess while the more stronger kingdoms were slowly being whittled down.

But for the walled city of Aerovale, it had been pretty okay so far even considering that they were the closest to what could be considered a frontline. Its walls were tall and made of solid stone with battlements lining them and with towers mounted with constant archers and emplacements of catapults and ballistae.

But just as the day cycle for the area hit high noon, the sun having no clouds to compete with, suddenly dark rolling clouds came in as anyone and everyone outside the walls immediately began to run straight into Aerovale as soon a wave of sickly green figures came marching in perfect formations to the city.

The Prince of Plague was preparing his assault on the city.

NPC's, Guilds, and many Solo players immediately began to muster to the walls as the horde of undead Skeletons and Zombies continued to slowly shamble forward while 2 Bone Giants slowly marched alongside some siege towers and battering rams. Catapults and the ballistae fired a few way long range shots at the approaching army but none of the shots hit anything as the Plague Zombies and Skeletons began to assemble themselves before the east side of the city, the part facing the portal that was far away and behind a mountain.

As Midnight996 slowly approached the gates on his zombiefied horse, his dual, plagued blades in their sheathes on his hips while his big Mithril blade was sitting on his back, he looked up at what looked like hundreds, if not thousands of faces that belonged to the defenders as he simply glanced around to see his army slowly encircling the city in small pockets while his main force stayed behind him.

He finally stopped and as he looked up, he simply raised his hands to the sky as he smiled from beneath his mask.

"Begin."

And with the command given, several hundred archers with fire arrows fired in a huge wave as the Bone Giants, both colored a sickly green as their eyes glowed yellow-green, hurled huge boulders and rocks straight towards the walls. Masonry was smashed and fell to the ground in large heaps as defenders along the walls that didn't move out of the way of the boulders were smashed straight off while others who didn't find cover were pincushioned by the arrows.

As this hailstorm happened, the siege towers slowly began to move up towards the walls as a few battering rams began to move towards the reinforced gates, all the while the main force of Midnight's skeleton army slowly advanced up with their shields up.

As Midnight996 watched the siege slowly unfold out, he slowly looked to the skies as he watched the clouds suddenly begin to spit out green, fireballs-like projectiles but as the fireball-like projectiles slowly began to go towards the ground, he knew all too well what the objects and the trail they gave really were.

Plague-carriers.

He soon heard screams as he watched the carriers slowly begin to land in the city and as he watched all of this, he dismounted off his horse as he shook his head.

"Being a Prince of Plague in a siege seems far too overpowered at the moment."

Kirito was looking over his reports at his throne as once again everyone had respawned but as he looked towards Excalibur and a pair of two new longswords, he had a sinking feeling. Ever since they had respawned, they had been forced to wait and have Lisbeth try her best in making them new weapons to use against the enemy. No one questioned her and how good her stuff was, it was almost always being top-notch, but as Kirito looked at the weapons, he had a sneaky suspicion that the Hel weapons were in a level above their own. Not to mention the armor as well as he remembered his blades breaking upon the sword and armor of the Necromancer.