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For the Marquis of Rogierry, the shape shì was simply indescribably miserable. The soldiers on the walls were slashed by heavy swords or killed by bullets fired from the cliffs, whether they tried to flee or resist. This is not a war at all, but a massacre. Even if the soldiers of the hunting fortress resisted desperately, it would be in vain.

With the fire support of the arcane hunters, the walls were quickly swept away. The Sword of Sacrifice is a soldier in front of him, leading the Otlan soldiers to defend the upper and lower entrances leading to the city. The retreating defenders tried to shoot arrows at them, but to no avail.

By the time the forty Arcane Hunters had jumped off the cliff, landed safely with the feathering technique attached to their cloaks, and joined up with their comrades under the city walls, and ran up the walls along the ladder carts, the resistance in the city began to crumble. In addition to the twenty Arcane Hunters who had remained on the cliff in case of emergency, there were now eighty Arcane Hunters standing on the city walls. They condescendingly fired into the city, and in the blink of an eye, they cleaned up the enemies within range.

Even heavily armed knights can be shot indiscriminately. Some priests who tried to bless the soldiers with magic in the hope of launching a counterattack became key targets, and were killed in the first volley.

Of course, there is still sporadic resistance. Dozens of Jeppen soldiers who were stubbornly guarding the back half of the city wall actually blocked a wave of impact, and successfully activated the catapults to bombard the city wall. Caught off guard, several of the Otlan soldiers were stoned to death on the spot. Valen, who was commanding at the front, immediately organized a manpower attack, but for a time he could not take it.

In the middle of the walkway leading to the catapult placement platform, large load-bearing stone pillars rise. As a result, there is very little room left for the sacrificial sword to swing, and it is difficult for even arcane hunters to provide fire support. The Jeppen soldiers stationed in the catapults were dead. They tried to stall with spears, shields, and piles of debris. Hopefully the catapult will make a few more attacks.

Blue Kate and High Mage Griffin teleport to the city walls. Ended the resistance of Jeppen's soldiers. Driven by Lankite, the large wind elemental roared away, turning into a violent whirlwind, blowing away all the soldiers and debris encountered along the way, which was completely beyond the resistance of manpower. Griffin casts the Cloud of Death, choking his enemies to death with a poisonous smoke.

In less than five minutes, the walls were completely under the control of the Otlan army. Eighty arcane hunters were scattered along the city walls, ensuring that no enemy dared to approach them. The sacrificial sword guards the main paths. Leave no gaps.

"Do you want to persuade you to surrender?"

Curt, who walked up the city wall, looked around, and now the situation was decided. He asked with a smile, and Baron William, who was next to him, shook his head and replied coldly:

"Jeppen has fought us more than once, and every time they lose, they retreat to the hunting fort. Under the walls of this fortress, at least a thousand soldiers of Otlan were sacrificed. Blood debt and blood repayment, nothing polite. Moreover, the commander of the fortress did not surrender the city, he had already resisted as much as he could. For this kind of enemy, even the slaughter of the city is due. ”

"Then do it. ”

Curt sighed. Agreed with Baron William. Curt then beckoned Hank to lead sixteen Faceless Ones. The sound of neat mantra chanting immediately sounded. The Facelings cooperate with each other to cast spells. Their preparation process is long, but when the spell is over, the powerful spell comes in.

Under Curt's gaze, dark red clouds of fire emerged from a height of 100 meters. Originally the size of a table, it quickly spread into a behemoth that covered half of the fortress. Red raindrops followed, and it was a burning fire. Wisps of black smoke rose from all over the fortress and gradually turned into fires.

A cloud of fire quietly rose, engulfing all the buildings inside the fortress. The sound of cries was faintly heard, both from soldiers and ordinary residents. The figure weaved through the flames, and soon fell, burned to the ground motionless.

The stench of burning fat spread, mixed with the crackling sound of burning wood. The defenders of the fortress were all engulfed in flames, and they could not even escape. They had planned to engage in street fighting, to delay as much time as possible. But in the merciless fire, they can only die worthlessly.

In the main fort in the center of the fortress, the Marquis of Roger Cree had a dead face. The king gave him the task of holding the fortress for a week, and then the main army of thousands of men would arrive, go around the secret tunnels in the Guò mountains, go behind the Otlan army, and then outflank the enemy. However, in the face of an unprecedented onslaught, the hunting fortress fell in half a day, and the defenders were killed and wounded. They didn't even get into a decent fight with the enemy before they were slaughtered like pigs and dogs.

"I ...... Shame on Jeppen. ”

Marquis Roger Creque muttered to himself hollowly, and behind him was the corpse of his wife and concubine. He raised his blood-stained saber and trembled to his neck. Before Marquis Roger could drag the blade of his sword, a gunshot rang out in the distance. Immediately between his eyebrows exploded, bone fragments and brain tissue splattered out of the back of his head.

The battle then came to an end, and the massive resistance had long since been completely broken. The fire raged for nearly two hours, and it was not until the Faceless cast a spell to summon a torrential rain that the fire gradually extinguished. From all corners of the castle, the soldiers found only sixty or so living people. Half of them are children, protected by their parents in various ways.

One of the boys was stuffed in a water tank by his mother and narrowly escaped the disaster. He was only a teenager, and he looked at Curt with undisguised hatred. The boy's father was a soldier and died in the initial siege. His mother had become charred, unrecognizable. According to custom, boys were to be sold as coolies. He would most likely have toiled in the pits until he died, and if he was lucky, he would have to become a serf, struggling with hunger and toil.

Curt stopped the soldier who wanted to beat the boy and made eye contact with him with a calm look. He found his shadow from the other party, and couldn't help but smile bitterly. Before ordering the soldiers to take the boy away, Curt whispered:

"Remember, I'm Curt from Thousand Laws City. ”

This sentence will be the strength that will support the boy's life, Curt guessed. But before the boy could respond, a bolt of lightning burst through the sky and struck him in the face. The boy didn't even snort, and he turned into a charred corpse. Curt turned his head and looked at Randall. Randall maintained the action of shooting spells, and after a while he put down his hand, and said with a pale face:

"He'll seek revenge on you, Curt. Never do the same stupid thing again, you know how terrible the power of hatred can be. ”

“...... Yes, sorry to make it difficult for you. ”

Curt took Randall's hand and felt the cold. Randall was indeed a woman like no other, but not so cold that she could kill a child without changing her face. Presumably, before joining this war, Randall had already had quite a consciousness. But no one expected that she would kill innocent children in order to cut off the troubles for Curt.

There is no doubt that Randall will be burdened with great guilt. All Curt could do was to pick up Randall, and while looking at the unrecognizable fortress, he said quietly:

"There's nothing to be afraid of, we're accomplices. Battlefields are ever-expanding cemeteries, and many people don't even have tombstones. You're doing the right thing, my dear faceless brother. I won't have any more senseless kindness, that's hypocrisy. ”

With that, Curt took Randall into his arms. He could feel Randall's pounding heartbeat, as if his heart was cramping. If Randall had hesitated a little earlier, perhaps she would have given up the spell and let the boy leave with hatred.

Just as Curt felt Randall's painstaking efforts, someone suddenly coughed. Curt looked up and saw Baron William with an embarrassed expression. Randall immediately broke free of his embrace and walked away with a red face. Baron William watched Randall disappear in a hurry, and then said as if he wanted to speak:

"Hmm...... Your private life, Lord Curt, ...... Well, I mean the relationship between men and women, if you can keep a low profile, no one cares. But in public, I hope you will be a little more restrained. After all, you're about to become Princess Fran's fiancé. This involves the face of Aotland and the city of a thousand laws, and you would do well to think twice. ”

"I'm sorry, I'll take notice. ”

Curt said sincerely, knowing that he was indeed too flamboyant. His marriage to Princess Fran has no substance, so it must be supplemented by a lover. However, lovers should not be made public to everyone, that is tantamount to slapping King Gulrant in the face.

Now that Curt has taken a stand, Baron William will no longer pursue it. He patted Curt on the shoulder to show his understanding, and then straightened his expression and said meaningfully:

"You and Princess Fran have all expectations on your shoulders, so be sure to keep that in mind. ”

"You have the promise of the goddess of magic, don't worry. ”

Curt replied indifferently, understanding that in the previous battle, the table of Qianfa City was too exaggerated. That overwhelming force was by no means something that Otlan could suppress, so much so that it caused Baron William to worry.

If Qianfa City turns its face like a book in the future, Aotran will only have to accept his fate. Therefore, Curt reminded Baron William that this covenant contained an oath to the goddess of magic, Mystra, which somewhat reassured Baron William.

Meanwhile, Randall, who had escaped from Curt, was stopped. Surrounded by a clump of vines, Fana focused her bright red eyes on Randall. She reached out and pinched a rattan stick, and said quietly:

"Excuse me, I have something to ask you. What's your relationship with Curt?"

"Oh, he's my dear faceless brother. You're his sister, you don't need to care so much, do you?"

Randall frowned unhappily, she didn't have a good impression of Fana. As a woman, her sixth sense is quite acute. Randall felt like he sensed something, but couldn't be sure. Then, in the silent pollen, she suddenly felt drowsy. (To be continued......)

PS: The firearm is indeed M14, not M4, it was made a mistake at the beginning, and it has been corrected.