I Made Scientific Magic

  Chapter 272 Panicked kingdoms and nobles

  【Hadra Tower】In the royal palace, King Bazel, who was holding a regular meeting to discuss this year's taxation, soon received a report from his attendants—the Archbishop Nord was outside the palace, asking for an urgent matter.

   Before King Bazel could reply, Harold said with a smile.

   "It seems that this war has come to an end! Where's Grand Duke Climan? Didn't he come back together? Shouldn't he still be strangling those hidden miners in the earldom?"

Having said that, Harold turned his head triumphantly and looked at his younger brother Hattar. He wanted to see the helpless and furious expression on his face, but unexpectedly found that Hattar also had a smile on his face, as if he was congratulating him. He became the next king in general.

  The attendant lowered his head and did not reply to Harold's question.

   "Invite people in." Bazel said in a deep voice. He had already keenly realized that things might not be that simple from the reaction of his attendants.

The door of the palace opened quickly, and Archbishop Nord walked into the hall quickly, with a look of fear on his face, and more than 20 people with uneven armor came in together, covered in dust and Bloodstained Knight...

   This time, even Harold, who was belatedly aware of it, noticed something was wrong.

   "My lord bishop, what happened? Could it be that the situation on the front line is unfavorable?" Harold asked eagerly.

  The worst situation he could think of was that Grand Duke Rickman was ambushed by those miners and suffered heavy losses, and then the archbishop ran back to the palace to seek reinforcements...

"There is no front line now, Your Highness Harold! Grand Duke Climan is dead, and several Marquis and His Excellency the Earl have not been able to escape. They went to crusade against more than 10,000 miners, and I am afraid that only a few of us are left. Already!" Nord shook his head bitterly.

  When Kliman fell off his horse, he was by his side. After hesitating for a second between rescuing the opponent and protecting himself to bring the information back to the capital, Nord decisively chose the latter!

   After all, this news is really important!

   Kleeman is dead? Fifteen thousand elite troops wiped out?

  Hearing these two pieces of news, Harold was stunned and almost fainted.

  All the nobles present were also shocked and disbelieving, and almost wondered if the bishop was joking with them.

  For this battle for the crown prince, the supporters of the eldest prince can be said to have used their strength at the bottom of the box. In addition to more than 10,000 private soldiers and 2,000 cavalry, they also have the help of church priests and bishops.

  When these people gathered outside the capital, everyone was a little worried that the other party would suddenly turn their guns and cause a palace coup.

  Who can destroy such a powerful army?

  Even King Bazel, who was sitting on the throne, couldn't help standing up, his eyes wide open, looking at Nord and the knights below like a lion.

   "You must be lying, this is absolutely impossible!" Harold's eyes were even more red, and he reached out and grabbed Nord's collar tightly, growling hoarsely. "With those lowly slaves with hoes and mines, it is absolutely impossible to defeat my pro-army even with the most humble and despicable means!"

"It's a pity, but that's the truth, Your Highness Harold..." Nord struggled to break free from Harold's shackles, and then under the gaze of everyone, he detailed what happened on the battlefield a few days ago Say it again.

  The knights next to them also stumbled to make supplements. They had personally experienced the tragic scene of being attacked by muskets, artillery and white phosphorus bombs.

  Although they escaped from the battlefield by chance, the hell-like scene was engraved in their hearts, so it was inevitable to bring a bit of exaggeration when telling the story.

  For example, when they were charging, a large group of well-equipped regular legions suddenly popped up among the ragged miners, holding extremely powerful witchcraft in their hands, which seemed to be able to control the power of thunder and flames.

  They only heard bursts of thunderous noises, and the companions around them fell down in rows like cutting wheat...

  The rain of fire all over the sky is even more terrifying, just like the hellfire in the endless abyss in the Bible, once it is contaminated, it will burn people to death like tarsal maggots...

  The narration of Nord and more than twenty knights made everyone present shiver involuntarily, but there were still doubts that followed!

"Archbishop Nord, you just said that there are thousands of rebels who suddenly appeared, and everyone has a witch weapon? I am afraid that the followers of evil gods who are hiding in the ground are all combined. There are not that many!" A kingdom noble said questioningly.

  Although it is rumored that those wizards were bewitched by devils and evil gods, possessed unimaginable power, and it is not surprising that they did horrible things, but they are not the group of fools who are easily fooled.

  Even some nobles have had some contact with those wizards who master magical magic in private, and they can clearly distinguish what is an alchemical item and what is magic.

   Besides, no matter how powerful a wizard is, there is a limit. How could he cast spells continuously for more than ten minutes without stopping?

   The voices of doubt continued one after another, and even became more and more intense, but there was a faint trace of fear in these voices, because they were unwilling to believe that this was true, so it could only be a lie!

   "I dare to swear to the Lord, everything I said is true, and there is absolutely no lie!" Nord's roar was deafening, suppressing all doubting voices in the hall.

  A priest who is willing to swear in the name of God means that it can never be a lie!

  Nord’s angry words shattered the last illusion of everyone... This means that their enemies have almost completely defeated the elite troops of the kingdom led by Duke Kleman!

The entire hall fell into a deathly silence, and fear spread like a plague in the hall. Kleiman brought so many elites and was beaten to the ground. If the other party came to the king's capital, what would they do? Isn't it just about killing people?

  Harold was even more mournful. He stood in the hall stiffly in a daze. His soldiers and supporters were killed and injured in this war. He knew that he was finished...

  King Bazel's complexion was also pale, and he staggered and fell to the throne behind him, making one suspect that he would be drawn directly in the next moment.

   "Your Majesty the King!"

   The attendants on both sides wanted to step forward to help, but Bazel stopped him with a wave of his hand. He braced his body and looked at Nord tremblingly, and said in a trembling voice.

   "What about Cardinal Anrioke? Does he know the news?"

  (end of this chapter)