Spellcasting Heavens

Although many people say that failure is the mother of success, lessons can be learned from failure and ultimately lead to the road to success.

But in fact, as long as there is a slight chance of success, I believe that no one will like to taste the bitter pill of failure.

What's more, the self-comfort and self-deception tricks above are just excuses used by losers to appease and cover up their ugliness.

Baron Marais was obviously unwilling to accept the fate of failure, and wanted to use all available resources at hand to make a last-ditch effort.

But unfortunately, after all, he was just a temporarily elected commander from an alliance of nobles. He had neither the prestige nor the corresponding rights to convince the public, and the results were self-evident.

No noble family was willing to contribute their carefully trained spellcasters. Instead, they sent letters home through various birds, allowing their wives and children to flee with their valuable belongings.

As for a handful of others, they have begun to work together secretly, planning to secretly betray their allies, strike back at the critical moment, and seek leniency for their crimes.

After all, the so-called noble alliance is originally a loose interest group. They will gather together because of their interests, and they will also turn against each other because of their interests.

Especially when there is no hope of victory, the despicable side of human nature will definitely show up.

…

Time passed day by day, and three days passed in a flash.

Although Taser has been resisting the urge to issue an attack order, he has not been idle these days. He continues to use the reinforcements coming from all directions to test his soldiers who are between physical and spiritual bodies. It turns out that ordinary swords cannot truly hurt them.

In just three days, at least two thousand scattered nobles' private troops were slaughtered. Their corpses and heads were still displayed in front of the city gate for the soldiers on guard on the city wall to watch, which greatly damaged the already low morale. .

At present, instead of cutting off the river as planned, Tillsburg was like a sharp dagger piercing the queen's heart. Instead, it was surrounded by three layers inside and three outside. Except for the occasional tame birds, it could barely communicate with them. The outside world exchanges limited information and is basically deaf and blind.

Everyone who knows something about war understands how terrible it would be if the source of intelligence was lost.

Not to mention anything else, just those unlucky ones who were wiped out would crawl out of the world of the dead and shout the word injustice loudly.

You must know that the news they received before was that everything went well, otherwise they would not have rushed over to join forces, for fear that they would be excluded from the spoils sharing meeting after the victory if they arrived late.

But unfortunately, plans never change quickly.

Who would have thought that the counter-rebellion army, which had been blocked in the swamp, would descend on the gate of the fortress overnight and block contact with the outside world.

Looking at the frightened expressions of the defenders on the city wall, the old general asked without looking back: Master, three days have come. Can I start issuing attack orders?

Of course! Just don't forget, when the battle is over and the two first offenders have been eliminated, I don't want to see the third living person. Iseult reminded coldly.

All? Not even servants and merchants? Taser frowned subconsciously.

Iseult smiled calmly and asked: Do you think the servants and merchants who are still inside at this time will be on our side? No! They are all rebels! They are truly loyal to the queen.

Finally, people from the kingdom had returned to the royal capital as soon as possible to report the news. Go ahead and do it boldly, Her Majesty the Queen will be your strongest support. And you yourself will become the hero of the kingdom and a cruel executioner in the eyes of your enemies.

Understood! Taser nodded slightly, pulled out the sword hanging from his waist that symbolized power, and shouted an order to the motionless army standing on the spot: For the queen! For the kingdom! Attack! Kill them all. All rebels! Bring their leaders before me!

boom!

Tens of thousands of soldiers with flashes of light turned into entities and hit the ground with their weapons, making a loud noise.

The next second...

They turned into spirits again, passed through the city wall at an unimaginable speed, and appeared beside the defenders out of thin air.

This sudden onslaught was obviously beyond the expectations of the demoralized defenders. They could not believe it in their wildest dreams. The city wall they had placed high hopes on was of no use at all. The enemy even directly regarded it as air and decoration.

ah!!!!

No! Don't kill me! I don't want to die!

Surrender! I surrender!

…

Less than five minutes after the all-out attack began, the defenders on the city wall collapsed. Countless soldiers threw away their weapons and knelt on the ground, trying to escape death in this way.

But the spirit soldiers didn't pay any attention to it and still strictly carried out the massacre orders issued by the commander, even if the other party knelt on the ground and cried bitterly, constantly telling that he still had family members and children who were waiting to be fed.

In the blink of an eye, the walls of Tillsburg were dyed red with blood, mutilated limbs, freely flowing fields and internal organs. No one, no matter whether they were nobles or ordinary soldiers, was lucky enough to escape.

Not to mention them, even the several cooks responsible for cooking and the female prisoners who were captured and used as tools to vent their desires all became cold corpses without exception.

Cold!

ruthless!

Efficient!

This group of creatures created using the rules of death and mortal souls fully demonstrates what ultimate killing efficiency is.

They are different from the undead who hate living creatures in their hearts and can only swarm in chaos. They not only have the ability to think independently, but also know formation and coordination.

Thousands of defenders were almost dead and wounded in less than ten minutes, and only a handful of elites were left to retreat to the upper floors of the castle to resist.

Damn! What the hell kind of monster is this? My sword! My sword can't hurt them! A knight yelled angrily, waving his sword and shield and retreating.

The originally strong armor on his body had been cut several times, and his shield was almost deformed.

But unfortunately, no matter how superb his martial arts skills are, if he hits the opponent several times, it will be like piercing the air in the end, with no effect at all.

despair!

Real despair!

Even brave people will inevitably fall into panic when facing an enemy that cannot be killed. If they had not known that the enemy would not leave prisoners at all, I believe they would be willing to throw down their weapons and choose to surrender, instead of struggling to the death like they are now. , just to live for a few more minutes, or even a few seconds...

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