By night, five grim-faced sappers dug beneath Zhao’s eastern wall. They carried no swords—only picks, timbers, and jars of pig fat. The plan: collapse the foundation, pour in knights, end it.
Zhao laughed—a broken, desperate sound. “All this. For dust.” The sultan’s envoy arrived at noon. He declared both lords victors. Neither had held the oasis at the exact moment of the blood moon—Castellan was in Zhao’s keep, Zhao was unconscious by the water. So the prize was split: Greek Fire for the Crusader, Thunder Crash Bombs for the Warlord. stronghold crusader 2 vs warlords
He ordered the bombs loaded onto pack mules. His plan: circle south, blow the Crusader’s keep walls, and kill Castellan in his own great hall. By night, five grim-faced sappers dug beneath Zhao’s