Similar night raids continued for several days.

With Sulu pressing the formation, when the knights who fought back basically went and did not return, the people of the north fell into a huge panic.

Because there's no solution!

A fourth-order professional fights guerrillas, how can these guys on the other side who don't even have a third-order resist it?

This is equivalent to adults bullying children, similar in nature to Eamon's previous manipulation of conspiracy in the royal capital and the killing of Duke Liszt.

The plan is not clever, but it has enough strength to ensure its implementation, and it has formed a nightmare that the enemy is helpless no matter how much he struggles!

In the most recent one, Sulu even directly set fire to the granary of the people in the north, leaving the other party in a desperate situation.

At that time, Su Lu felt that as long as he could rush out of an army of more than 1,000 people in the city with a little cooperation, he might be able to complete the feat of breaking through 10,000!

It's a pity that after a long battle, the elite in Rose Fort has also reached its limit.

As for the ordinary militia? If you want to complete the night attack, I'm afraid that if you don't get lost, you can only give up.

So, after much consideration, the Messiah and Shakel gave up on this tempting offer.

Anyway, judging from the decline of the Northern Army at this time, it won't take long for them to retreat on their own initiative, or collapse.

When the time comes, if you chase after the tail during the day, you can also get great results.

……

Inside the manager's tent.

Grand Duke Flack looked older and older.

"Sulu Portley is here!"

"He killed several more honorable nobles."

"We can't do this, we have to leave ......"

A lot of discussion came together, which eventually turned into fear.

'It's already there...... Is this the point? ’

He waved his hand weakly to make everyone retreat, and rubbed his temples with a sigh: "Even death can't make me succumb!" ”

"What a respectable faith, my lord!"

A man in a linen robe with a public face stepped out of the shadows.

"Who are you?"

Archduke Frank became vigilant and grasped the hilt of his sword.

"Nobody! Someone just brought an offer...... Lord Duke, do you want revenge on Sulu Potley? The gray-robed man asked expressionlessly.

"Who's behind you?"

Archduke Frank remained vigilant.

"None of this is important, the important thing is that your death will add a very heavy weight to revenge...... Increases the doom of the opponent's death......"

The gray-robed man continued.

"My Death...... You say I'm going to die here? ”

Archduke Frank's face sank, and he was silent for a long time before asking, "What is your plan?" ”

"If you want to destroy a man, you must first make him mad!"

The gray-robed man said in an indifferent voice, "This is the beginning of a curse ritual...... It will slowly brew, and eventually bring madness and death to your enemies, and the first sacrifice is your life! ”

"Let me curse my enemies with my life?"

Frank sneered, "Do you think I'll say yes?" ”

"It's your 'dying life', and I know to you that Sulu Portley won't give you another chance to go back to the North...... The Westside is destined to be your death. ”

The gray-robed man slowly retreated into the darkness: "Someone quit...... The transaction is valid all the time. ”

When Frank looked again, he found that the other party's body had melted into a shadow and disappeared, and he couldn't help but clench his fists: "Damn wizard!" ”

Because of the existence of extraordinary power, it is a great obstacle to the monarch's centralized power, even if he himself has been trained as a knight, but he is still quite hostile to disobedient extraordinary individuals.

Of course, the knightly class basically concentrated this hostility on the wizards, but did not take into account that their own existence was also an important factor in hindering the centralization of power!

……

A few days later, on the battlefield.

Nearly 20,000 people fought together.

Dressed in heavy armor, Sulu leads a group of knights as the vanguard.

With his physical fitness at this time, even if he added a hundred pounds of heavy armor, he still felt like wearing a thick dress, holding a three-meter-long spear, and between waving it, there were knights who kept dying.

Behind their 'sharp knife' were about 3,000 soldiers, which was already the limit of what Rose Fort could make up at the moment.

But at this time, although the enemy had about 10,000 people, they had experienced many night attacks, their morale had plummeted, and they had been cut off from the grain route.

Under the premise of taking advantage of the advantage, of course, it is a joyful victory.

Thousands of people scattered the army of tens of thousands, chasing them like ducks, the broken banners fell to the ground, and the sound of screams and wails was everywhere.

Basically, after entering the pursuit battle, it is difficult to turn the tide of the battle, and it is time to enter the garbage sweep.

Sulu rode his horse and carried out targeted killings.

As long as he is an official knight or above, or a wizard, there is no possibility of survival in his eyes.

"This big victory, you must also win the Duke of the North to be perfect."

This man is a waste, abiding by rigid rules, and Sulu has given him so much time that he has not even won over a few powerful transcendents.

Although according to the unspoken rule among the nobles, even if it is a war, it is best to capture such a large amount of 'enemy leaders', but Sulu doesn't care about these at all.

Shackel insisted that the captive be captured in a sufficient amount to bring the North to its knees, but the Messiah did not seem to want to let go of the 'culprit' who had forced her mother to death.

"Banner of the Grand Duke of Frank...... There it is. ”

When Sulu saw a cavalry team, his eyes lit up, and he chased after him.

"Protect the Grand Duke!"

Although he was only one person, the knight on the opposite side still roared in grief and anger, leaving a group of people to block.

"Get out of here!"

Sulu's spear was wielded wantonly, killing the knight attendants who rushed over one by one, jumping off his horse and chasing him to a forest.

Even after a great defeat, the people of the North are still very loyal, and they are surrounded by Archduke Frank.

The Grand Duke took off his helmet, stained with some blood, and was sitting upright on a tree stump, quietly awaiting his fate.

"See you again, Grand Duke!"

Sulu's figure emerged and saluted to his chest.

He raised his hand, and several blood sprinkets flew as the guards were smashed out.

Sulu Portley...... When I was in the north, I hated you so much that I didn't kill you directly! ”

Grand Duke Frank stood up, staring at Sulu with a wolf-like gaze.

"Even then, you couldn't kill me."

Sulu shrugged his shoulders: "Are you going to surrender?" ”

"The wolf will never surrender!"

Archduke Frank thought of the urgent meeting just now, and looked at Sulu: "In the name of Frank Mitis, I curse you!" Mad Slayer ......"

Burst!

With a vicious curse, he pulled out a black broken sword and slashed it at his neck.

Blood splattered!