The matter in the Devil Tower was over, but the matter on the battlefield was not over.
In this decisive battle, the only thing Eiffta had done from beginning to end was "blanket fire." Even the royal troops and the Viper Cross in Enrique City had been reduced to ashes in the flames. But this did not mean that the battle was over. The retreat of the enemy meant that the resistance had disappeared. Eiffta still had to occupy, reorganize, dispose of the corpses, clean up the battlefield, and rebuild after the battle.
The end of May was the time when the weather was hot. The corpses on the battlefield rotted very quickly. Most of the soldiers of the Viper Cross who had been poisoned were left naked on the battlefield because they had been stripped of their armor and weapons. It would not be an exaggeration to describe such a scene as "corpses everywhere." After the death of Pope Dai Ze, the leaderless army had completely collapsed. But these exiled soldiers were a threat to the entire region. Roddy had already ordered the "Rose Cross" troops, who had been preparing for many days, to encircle the surrounding areas and ensure the safety of the other towns and villages.
Eiffta's own troops, on the other hand, only set off for Enrique City the next day.
This time, it was the gigantic Arcane Puppet that led the charge. The compacted road allowed the artillery to follow them. For the four arcane puppets operating at full speed, it only took them two hours to cover a distance of less than two kilometers.
When the soldiers arrived at the city, there were only three or four heads left on the city wall. There was no city gate here because the entire northern city wall had collapsed in the artillery fire. The soldiers could only see the ruins and countless corpses buried underneath.
Those who remained in the city were the lucky survivors. Sodelor stationed the troops outside the city and waited for the arcane puppets to repair the road to the imperial city.
"Commander, do we really not need to surround those escaping nobles?"
In a simple tent set up outside the city, the advisors were holding post-war statistical reports and beaming with joy. But now they were more concerned about the whereabouts of the country's former ruler, Charles II.
"The Falcons have been monitoring them. With Crohn and the other mages escorting them, there's no point in chasing them now."
Sodelor made a mark on the plan that he had flipped through countless times. "The people brought by the fleet have already begun to plan a new plan for the construction of the port. Where else can this monarch go?"
In fact, Charles II, who was now on the run, had little ability to think.
"Your Majesty, the imperial city is our last barrier. With the help of the mages of the Dragon Tower and the help of the mages, Eiffta's weapons are no longer a threat!"
Count Val, his face covered with grease and dust, kept giving advice to Charles II.
"Oh, let's talk when we get there.
The king of the Cullen Kingdom looked haggard. He was drenched in sweat as he rode on his horse. Looking up at the cloudless sky, the figure of the "Falcon" was hovering in the sky. They were already used to the buzzing sound of the propellers. At this moment, they no longer saw it as a threat.
They were afraid of the Albatross, but the latter never showed up.
After Queo left Enrique City, the boundary that protected them suddenly disappeared at a certain moment. When they climbed the city wall and saw that Eiffta's position was intact, Crohn immediately joined the remaining three mages and six mages to escort the nobles out of the southern city gate.
Charles II didn't give many orders during this process. He even thought of smashing his head against the wall of Enrique. That would be more satisfying than facing a situation where everything was lost.
Half of the remaining nobles said they were willing to stay and buy time for Charles II to escape. Of course, Charles II didn't know that these people chose to surrender after the Eiffta Infantry Division arrived.
The people who were fleeing could basically become the core of the kingdom. More than 12 nobles gathered a guard of 70 to 80 people and fled to the imperial city from the southern city wall with Charles II and the mages. After running for a day, they finally arrived at a village five kilometers away from the imperial city.
The villagers here didn't know what had happened and were surprised to see such a group of nobles dressed in gorgeous clothes.
"Your Majesty, do you need to rest for a while?"
Mage Crohn was also exhausted. Even if he could use spells to reduce the burden on the warhorse, riding for more than ten hours continuously was a great test of stamina. Even if he couldn't stand to use spells to float midway, it was inevitable that he was tired and haggard.
"No need to rest, let's go."
Looking at the city not far away, the hungry Charles II decided to continue on his way. The sooner he returned to the city, the sooner the panic brought about by the artillery fire would be eliminated. Although he didn't know what he could do when he returned, the city still gave him a sense of security.
"Everyone, let's work harder! We're almost back to the imperial city. "
Count Val had done his best along the way. He was still some distance away from being a core member, but this war made him feel that he had found an opportunity.
After a brief adjustment, the group continued to speed up toward the imperial city. It only took them half an hour to travel the five kilometers. But as he gazed at the silent city walls and the tightly shut gates, Charles II felt an indescribable pressure.
"W-who is it?"
The soldier on the city wall was not tall, and his loose clothes couldn't cover his thin body. Even his voice sounded weak.
Below, Count Val immediately used the name of Charles II and asked to open the gate. The soldier was shocked and hurriedly said, "Okay!"
With a creaking sound, the suspension bridge of the imperial city moat was lowered, and after the wide city gate opened, the deserted street was a world of difference from when they left. Mage Crohn frowned and said, "That's not right, there should be mages on the city wall."
But he and Strange and the others behind him were only suspicious, and did not think about the possibility of the city falling. The long-distance raid had exhausted these mages who had not experienced war. Their lips were chapped, and at this moment, they just wanted to find a place to drink water and rest. Seeing the city gate open, Charles II finally let out a long breath. Even though his buttocks and thighs hurt badly, he tried his best to bear it and quickly led more than a dozen nobles into the city.
"Where are they? Hey! You stop — where are the city guards? Where are the mages on duty? "
Count Val also noticed something strange, but the thin soldier in front of him shook his head and retreated. "My lord, I don't know anything …"
"Why are you running? Come here and talk! "
Val still wanted to say something, but the soldier turned and ran, leaving the nobles who had just entered the city to look at each other.
In the next moment, a whistling arrow was suddenly shot into the air. Amidst the sharp whistling sound, a large number of figures suddenly surged out from the surroundings. Clattering sounds of metal armors colliding resounded. When Charles II realized that these soldiers were fully clad in metal armors and wielding charged spears, his face instantly turned as pale as a sheet of paper. "You, whose army are you?"
This was actually nonsense, because everyone saw the wolf head imprint on the soldiers' armor.
But even if they were surrounded, it was hard for them to imagine why the enemy would appear here …
"Clang!"
The sound of chains closing the city gate and the drawbridge being pulled made these people understand that they had no way out, but the surrounding soldiers were not in a hurry to attack. They just formed a semicircle and maintained a distance of about thirty meters and did not move forward. For Charles II and the others, who were all riding horses, this incomplete encirclement of infantry was really vulnerable — but what made them not dare to move were the crystal cannons set up on the streets not far away …
For those who had experienced the power of cannon fire, even their breathing became cautious when such weapons were pointed at them at close range.
Fortunately, Crohn and the other Archmages immediately began to release shields and boundaries. Rays of light flashed, and just as Charles II had the courage to continue speaking, he saw the air in front of him suddenly distort, and a strangely shaped black tower suddenly appeared on the wide street.
The image of the Hercino Magic Tower was not unfamiliar to them, but the scene in front of them was really hard for Charles II to accept. He pulled out his longsword and murmured, "Fake … It's all fake … This must be an illusion created by magic — Crohn! Quickly destroy all of this! "
However, Crohn did not move. He had observed the Magic Tower in front of him at close range when he was in Elson, and could certainly understand what it meant at this moment …
Looking back at Strange and the other mages, he happily dismounted from his horse and waved his hand to remove the original shields and boundaries. "Your Majesty, forgive our incompetence, but this Magic Tower can't even deal with the Dragons …"
"Impossible! All of this is fake! "
Charles II pulled out his longsword. Although he tried to make his voice as loud as possible, in the quiet battlefield, this kind of words that appeared tough but was actually weak showed his timidity.
He looked forward to a response from the nobles behind him, and then everyone would charge together — even if they died, they would die a heroic death. However, Charles II did not have the courage to charge, and the nobles around him had also lost the determination to "fight to the death".
Being aimed at by eight crystal cannons and a Magic Tower in front of him, he could not escape. What other choice did he have except to surrender?
At this moment, the door at the bottom of the Magic Tower opened, and Roddy and Sally, who was dressed in formal attire, stepped down. The soldiers in front of them slowly parted to both sides. Sally walked in front, and Roddy followed from the side. When Duke stood still, Roddy still did not stand parallel to her.
This was a dialogue between the royal family and the Lucifron Family. Although he was in charge of the entire war, the end of the grudge was still left to Sally.
