I became a mage and was recruited by the lord as his son-in-law

At the end of the valley, a black-haired man stood under a watchtower. He had his hair combed back, neatly combed, and was wearing a windbreaker and leather boots. He held a torch in his hand. Under the watchtower was black crude oil, which was the good stuff that Rocky got from the Red Pavilion, oh no, from the Grand Duke of Rose. It was the blood of the devil. Look at these middle-aged men in front, they were all trembling.

His bloodshot eyes looked into the distance, his gray pupils overflowing with madness. He saw the army in the distance stopped, and he laughed.

"Kill, can you kill them all? Let me see if this giant wolf is as ferocious as the rumors say. Come on, kill, kill, kill."

A breeze blew, and the stand on which Rocky was standing shook. The people below looked at the torches above and exclaimed, but Rocky was still laughing in the wind.

Kenny and his knights were exhausted, they couldn't kill any more, so Sera silently took over.

The people behind reported the number of corpses, 1.2. Everyone was numb. The knights mechanically waved their spears, and the daggermen were rejoicing in their hearts. They were not rejoicing that the enemy was weak, but that they did not have to kill anyone.

Bennett and Kenny sat aside with dazed faces. The retreating knights had bloodshot eyes. They took off their helmets and looked at the soldiers carrying the bodies with a blank look on their faces.

What are we doing, Bennett asked himself, this is not a war anymore.

The number of corpses reached 1.5, but the crowd showed no sign of decreasing. The lord became anxious. He roared and ordered people to build a platform here. Kenny, Bennett, Sera and the lord all went up to take a look.

What is this? Even the lord was not calm, and there was a hint of confusion in his eyes. There were too many people, it was impossible for them to be all old people. Then what was behind them? Why were there two walls in the middle? No one dared to think about it. The war had come to this point, no one could escape, the killing had begun, and no one could stay out of it.

There are 1.8 corpses.

Finally, someone in the front collapsed. A knight who was holding a shield put down his shield, knelt on the ground and cried bitterly. This war finally saw the sacrifice of the first knight. The crowd dragged the knight in, pulled out the dagger from his waist, and inserted the dagger into his eyes through the gap in the helmet.

The knights at the back watched all this happening in a daze. They were confused and at a loss, mechanically repeating their previous actions. The crowd rushed in from the gap angrily, pulling out the knights' weapons. The knights offered almost no resistance, and several more knights died. Sera roared and rushed to the gap.

"Wake up, do you want to die!!!"

This roar did wake up many knights, but some knights fell directly to the ground and kept twitching. Sera watched all this with gnashing teeth, and roared to order the sober knights to pull the fallen ones back to the team.

It is hard to imagine that these are a group of supermen who can tear tigers and leopards apart with their bare hands. They did not behave like warriors, but each of them killed nearly 100 people and witnessed the massacre of nearly 2 people. They did not kill warriors, or even ordinary middle-aged people, but old people without weapons. No matter how powerful they are, they still have mortal hearts.

The lord knew that they could not hold on any longer and that they had reached their psychological limit.

"Change teams, Sera, take your men back."

The lord went up to the front. For the sake of morale, he personally went up to the front. There was no shield, no formation. He rushed directly into the crowd and drew his long sword. Cold light flashed, heads fell one after another, and blood spilt everywhere. His eyes were bloodshot, and he gnashed his teeth like a devil. There were many veteran knights behind him, and they also took the lead and rushed into the crowd. In an instant, there were broken limbs everywhere, and blood flowed to the back like water.

Sera's emotions also collapsed. She took off her helmet and leaned in Bennett's arms in a daze. Blood flowed to Bennett's feet, and her tears mixed in it.

The killing stopped again, and the old man was finally killed, but the confusion in the lord's eyes deepened. There were still no warriors in front, but they had weapons in their hands. They were a group of children aged 5 to 10. The older children protected the younger children behind them. They trembled and pointed the short blades in their hands at the bloody demon in front of them, their eyes full of fear.

"If you lay down your weapons and surrender, I will not kill you."

"Give me back my grandparents, you bunch of devils."

A child about 7 years old rushed out with a roar, and inserted the trembling dagger into the gap of the lord's armor. The dagger was stuck, and he had no strength to insert the dagger. They ate the coarse meal saved for them by the old man in front, but this food was not enough.

Hatred, the lord saw hatred in the children's eyes, they could not keep them, the lord looked into their eyes, raised the dagger in his hand but could not swing it down.

The child used all his strength to press down the dagger, and the lord felt a slight pain. The old soldier next to him drew his knife, and the child's head fell off with fear and hatred.

"kill!!!"

At this moment the knights went completely crazy, and all of them rushed in. They took off their helmets, drew out their daggers, their faces were ferocious, their eyes were angry, corpses covered the road they walked on, blood stained their faces red, and soaked their hair.

The last child was only 5 years old. His eyes were full of fear, and the depth of the fear was filled with hatred. His eyes were wide open and he sobbed as he looked at the people covered in blood.

The lord's green eyes were bloodshot and he was breathing heavily. His body was not tired, but the mental pressure was almost driving him crazy.

The knight next to him also stopped. The child curled up in the corner. Behind him was a two-meter-high wall. The lord knew that the wall was very thin and there were still people behind it. He didn't know what was behind it. He waved his hand and called the trembling soldiers.

"Take this kid to the back."

The lord's voice was full of fatigue. They had killed 3 people so far. Everyone was very tired, but it was not their bodies that were tired. In a normal battle, they could kill like this for a whole day.

The child was picked up by the soldier. He seemed tired and fell asleep in the soldier's arms while crying. The soldier also started crying, and the knight behind him also began to cry.

But it cannot end here. The lord looked at the thin wall in front of him. He refused to accept that it would end like this. He wanted to ask for an explanation from the person who planned all this.

The helmet was handed to the lord by the knight behind him. He put it on, took a deep breath and said, "Come on. I'm not afraid of anything. I've come this far. I don't care about anything. Come on."

The black gauntlet creaked as he clenched his fist, and he raised his fist with difficulty and punched the wall.

Rocky in the distance also looked in the direction of the army. At this point, he had already won. What they were going to face next was not something that humans could bear. As long as Razlan broke the wall, they would definitely retreat. But at this point, as the planner of all this, how could he have done it just to win?

No one can guess what a madman is thinking. Rocky might not even know why he came here. He is waiting for the first wall to fall.

He fell down and threw the torch into the crude oil below. Flames shot up into the sky, thick smoke rose, and the crowd retreated in fear. The flames ignited one person's clothes, and the terrified crowd desperately squeezed towards the valley.

Rocky watched all this with a big laugh and jumped into the flames.