Johnson had to admit that when the foggy fortress in the dark night became dark and deep, he lacked any imagination of what would happen next. He bet that all the nobles were like this, thinking that it was just a battle, and that it was only tragic at best.

The aristocratic army of more than 10,000 people was a very powerful force, enough to sweep through the Northlands and destroy all opponents. The nobles who joined the team were all in high spirits, and it was hard to imagine that they had all been gloomy a few months ago.

When the summoned demons slowly launched an attack, when the gnolls under the command of the Yeke family followed, when thousands of nobles marched out of the camp and prepared to attack.....

At one point, Johnson wondered if he had been wrong. Even the dudu that has always predicted accurately does not speak. The master and servant couldn't say who else in the Northland could resist such a powerful army.

But an ominous sound soon came from the silence of the night, and a fire flickered in the foggy fortress thousands of kilometers away. People could only hear a series of gunfire, but they could not see the actual situation of the battle.

The wizards once again released their floating 'arcane eyes' to investigate, and then they shouted in joy, "Those demons have been killed." Berserker has broken through the first line of defense. They have an absolute advantage in strength and are beating their opponents. ”

In front of the golden-topped tent, several 'arcane eyes' sent back images that were not very clear. The top brass of the coalition forces gathered together and watched eagerly. Johnson couldn't resist his curiosity and went over to take a look.

The level 11 berserker demons are indeed powerful, and the Flo demons who follow them also have a numerical advantage, and their evil power is extremely violent, defeating the dwarves in charge of defense.

Months of restlessness among the nobles turned to ecstasy.

"We're going to win?"

"Victor. Hugo isn't that powerful. ”

"Those few hundred dwarves are no match for demons at all. Behold, they were beaten so badly. ”

"Justice will prevail, and order in the Northland will finally be restored."

Cheerful celebrations rang out in front of the golden-topped tent, and even Friedman himself breathed a sigh of relief. The burden that had been weighing on his heart for a long time was finally let go, and he could breathe a sigh of relief.

Only Farrell, who had fought a few battles, wondered - dwarves were good warriors, but they were not enough to fight demons. Victor. Hugo should send a strong general.

The aristocracy's mood was running high, and no one came out to spoil the fun. Just fighting, the snake demon, who was pretending to be a human woman, suddenly stood beside Friedman and shouted, "Order all your men to press." ”

"Why?" Friedman was stunned by the request. He turned around to find that the snake demon had returned to its original form, each of its six arms clutching a different weapon, and its scales glowing green.

The snake demon's vertical eyes stared at Friedman, "Do as I say, or there will be no chance of winning tonight's battle." Your army is a scattered mess and cannot afford any defeat. If you can't win tonight, you can't win again. ”

The blatant appearance of high-level demons frightened the hotly discussed nobles. Friedman himself broke out in a cold sweat - humans don't have night vision, and they have to rely on potions and spells to get the extra bonus. The night battle with the whole army pressed was a huge gamble.

Now that the situation is very good, why do you say 'there is no chance of winning'?

But the serpent's last sentence woke Friedman to the fact that the army he had managed to unite could not afford any defeat. Don't look at the aristocrats all swearing, if the limelight is not right, they will slip faster than rabbits.

At this moment, the image transmitted back by the 'Arcane Eye' also changed. The two-headed mad war demon who was fighting endlessly suddenly raised his head to the sky and let out a miserable scream, and even the Flo Demon led by him also messed up the formation.

A few seconds later, the screams even reached the camp where the golden-roofed tent was located. The poignant voice was full of pain and made people feel trance.

Johnson swears that what follows is the most dramatic scene he's ever seen. The nobles who had just cheered and celebrated were instantly silenced, and their faces turned pale, as if they had stool blocked in their throats.

The battle ahead changed, and the snake demon moved with it, teleporting to the battlefield many times in a row. All of its schemes are based on the nobility winning or it will be bound by an oath and perish with Friedman.

Friedman himself realized that this night battle was a bit uncontrollable, and he couldn't sit idly by, no matter what happened to the demon in front of him.

"Farrell, you take someone to be the overseer, and let the armies of the cities speed forward. No one is allowed to retreat. ”

"Vitas, distribute all the night vision potions, and mobilize all the troops in the camp. We have to win tonight, even if it's just the outer trenches. ”

"Viscount Tarlac, please gather the ranks of the Duchy of Os. I need you to act as a general reserve, and if the war changes, you have to fill in and plug the loopholes. ”

Friedman made a series of arrangements, but something went wrong when he ordered the exiles of the Duchy of Os. Everyone else answered with a loud voice, but Viscount Tarlac looked at him with mocking eyes, as contempt as if he were looking at an ant.

"Viscount Tarlac, please recognize the current situation, your attitude will destroy my trust in you." In front of the big tent, the nobles of the Northland gathered with heads and faces, and Friedman raised his voice a little, deliberately asserting his authority.

Viscount Tarlac took a few steps to let everyone see his face, which had suddenly turned pale and emaciated. He laughed in an eerie tone, "Don't panic, you're not going to lose with me." ”

Friedman stared at Inisha in the corner of the crowd and shouted angrily, "Your Royal Highness, please restrain your subordinate viscounts." His overbearing arrogance only leads to misfortune. ”

Inisha was coerced, her face was also pale, but she slowly shook her head and said, "He's not Tarak anymore." I can't restrain him, he's restraining me. ”

At this point, Inisha looked at the pale-faced 'Viscount' again, "Don't be too complacent, and don't force me." Otherwise, I will sacrifice myself and destroy you by the way. ”

Hahaha......

'Viscount Tarlac' continued to laugh, and he naturally walked up to the high platform outside the golden-topped tent, patted Friedman on the shoulder, pushed him down, and sat down on the only back bench on the high platform.

The nobles in front of the tent only realized at this moment that with the piercing laughter, the level of the 'Viscount of Tarrak' continued to increase. He went up one level at a time, until it was difficult for everyone on the scene to find out his strength.

The 'Viscount' sat down and waved his hand, merging the images transmitted by several 'Arcane Eyes' into one, forming a huge and clear projection.

He lazily said, "Don't worry, poor Inisa. I know you're the darling of the god of war. Now the gods are watching. How dare I force you? Isn't that already giving you freedom?

A lot of gods were waiting to see my jokes, and they were expecting me to lose again. So I'm just sitting here and waiting, waiting for Victor. Hugo came to me. Let's see if that guy can save the beautiful princess again. ”

'Tarlac' waved his hand again, and his voice became extremely cold, and the entire noble army in the camp could hear it, "Go, go fight, go and destroy Victor. Hugo. Otherwise you'll all die! ”

The tens of thousands of troops in the camp seemed to have been whipped fiercely, and without much words, they were instantly mobilized and rushed towards the fortress of dense fog like a tide.