In the palace of Hadrata there was a regular meeting to discuss this year's taxation, and soon received a report from his attendants that Archbishop Nord was outside the palace and had a very urgent matter to see.

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

"It seems that this war has already come to an end! And what about the Grand Duke of Kliman? Didn't he come back with him? Shouldn't you still be strangling the miners who are hiding in the county? ”

Speaking of this, Harold triumphantly turned his head to look at his younger brother Khattar, wanting to see the impotent and angry expression on the other party's face, but was surprised to find that Hattar also had a smile on his face, as if congratulating him on becoming the next king.

The squire, on the other hand, bowed his head and did not reply to Harold's question.

"Invite someone in." Bazel said in a deep voice, he was already keenly aware from the reaction of his attendants, and I was afraid that things were not so simple.

The doors of the palace were soon opened, and Archbishop Nord walked briskly into the main hall with a look of horror on his face, along with more than twenty knights in unmatched armor and covered in dust and blood......

At this moment, even Harold, who was an after-aware, sensed that something was wrong.

"Lord Bishop, what happened, could it be that the battle situation on the front line is unfavorable?" Harold asked eagerly.

The worst he could think of was when Archduke Rickman was ambushed by the miners and suffered heavy losses, and then the archbishop ran back to the palace to ask for support......

"There is no front line now, Your Highness Harold! The Grand Duke of Kliman is dead, and several marquis and counts have not been able to escape, and they have gone to crusade against more than 10,000 mine slaves, but I am afraid that there are only a few of us left! Nord shook his head bitterly.

When Kliman fell off the horse, he was by his side, and after hesitating for a second between rescuing the other party and preserving himself and bringing the information back to the royal capital, Nord decisively chose the latter!

After all, this news is so important!

Is Kliman dead? Fifteen thousand elite troops wiped out?

Hearing these two news, Harold's mind was stunned and he almost fainted.

The nobles present were equally shocked and incredulous, and almost wondered if the bishop was joking with them.

For this battle for the crown prince, the eldest prince's encirclement can be said to have taken out the strength to press the bottom of the box, in addition to more than 10,000 private soldiers and 2,000 cavalry, there are also the help of church pastors and bishops.

When these people gathered outside the royal capital before, everyone was a little worried about whether the other party would suddenly turn their guns and have a palace coup.

Who could bring down such a mighty legion?

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

"You must be lying, it's impossible!" Harold's eyes were even redder, and he reached out and tugged at Nord's collar, and roared hoarsely. "With those lowly slaves with hoes and mines, it is impossible to defeat my own army even by the most obscene and despicable means!"

"It's a pity, but that's the case, His Highness Harold......" Nord struggled to break free from Harold's shackles, and then under the gaze of everyone, he told the story of what happened on the battlefield a few days ago word for word.

The knights next to them also stumbled to make a difference, and they had experienced first-hand the horror of being attacked by muskets, cannons, and white phosphorus shells.

Although they escaped from the battlefield by luck, the hellish scene was engraved in their hearts, so it was inevitable to bring a bit of exaggeration when telling it.

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

All they heard was a thunderous roar, and their companions fell in rows like wheat harvesters......

The rain of fire in the sky is even more terrifying, just like the hellfire in the endless abyss of the Bible, once it is contaminated, it will be like a maggot on the tarsal bones, burning people completely......

Nord's narration with more than twenty knights made everyone present shudder, but then there were doubts!

"Archbishop Nord, you just said that the rebels who suddenly appeared were in the thousands, and that each of them had a witch weapon? Those cult god believers hiding in the ground, I'm afraid they don't add up to that much! A kingdom nobleman said questioningly.

Although it is rumored that those wizards have been bewitched by the devil and evil gods, and have unimaginable powers for ordinary people, it is not surprising that they can do such terrible things, but they are not the foolish people who are easily fooled.

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

And no matter how powerful a wizard is, there is a limit, how can it be possible to cast spells for more than ten minutes without stopping?

The voices of doubt continued one after another, and even intensified, but there was a faint hint of trepidation in these voices, because they didn't want to believe that it was true, so it could only be a lie!

"I dare to swear to the Lord that everything I say is true, and there is not the slightest lie!" Nord's roar was deafening, silencing all the voices of doubt in the hall.

The fact that a clergyman is willing to swear in God's name means that it cannot be a lie!

Nord's angry words shattered the last shred of illusions...... This means that their enemies have almost completely defeated nearly half of the Kingdom's elite troops led by Duke Kliman!

The whole hall fell into a deathly silence, the fear spread like a plague in the hall, and the Kliman with so many elites were all wiped out, so if the other party killed the king's capital, then wouldn't they just be killed?

Harold was even more mournful, standing stiffly in the main hall, his own soldiers and supporters had been killed and wounded in this war, and he knew that he was finished......

King Bazel's face was also pale, and his figure staggered, and he sat down on the throne behind him, making people suspect that he would be directly pumped over the next moment.

"Your Majesty!"

The attendants on both sides wanted to step forward to help, but they were stopped by Bazel waving his hand, he looked at Nord with a slight trembling body, and said in a trembling voice.

"What about Cardinal Ansulk? Did he know the news? ”