"Ainphent, you don't have to shake your head. What would you do if more than a hundred of your trusted subordinates were killed?" Salin asked Ainphent in response.
"But this is a battlefield. Deaths are inevitable."
Salin's expression remained the same. "Although the era of knights has passed, I'm willing to pay ransom for those swordsmen they captured. But they stripped and killed all my men. Do I still have to calculate the gains and losses? They have to pay the price. No one can live. "
Salin had seen the corpses himself. Many swordsmen didn't resist, obviously surrendering. But they were still killed. He couldn't accept that.
Salin had once ordered the swordsmen to put down their weapons if the enemy was too strong for them to escape. In Qin Yin, no one would kill a captive, because a captive was a source of wealth. Before the war ended, a captive could be used as free labor. Even after the war ended, the captives might not have their freedom. The most likely outcome was that they would be absorbed into a new family and become subjects of a new noble.
As for swordsmen with combat skills, they could be added to the army to carry out dangerous missions. But because of his orders, these swordsmen were killed by the enemy without fighting. Salin's anger couldn't be quelled.
Not only did the people of Qin Yin disdain killing those who didn't resist, but even the people of the Tanggulas Empire wouldn't do that. At most, they would send the captives to the Church and let them reform them. As for the method of reform, that was still up for discussion.
Salin had killed many enemies since learning magic, but he didn't like it. If the enemy didn't force him, he wouldn't take the lives of others. Although mages were high and mighty, they still started off as ordinary people after all. Even necromancers didn't kill for fun.
On the other hand, his subordinates who had died were slaughtered like livestock.
Salin's impression of the people of the East Sea Nation was even worse. But the captives Christian had captured were all dead, so he couldn't ask any more questions. How did these people come to his city? It was almost impossible for them to target his city. After all, his city was far north, and the current season wasn't suitable to attack. But the enemy's armed merchant ships were filled with infantry. They were definitely not out for fun. They had a destination.
Attack Connecting Fate City? It seemed that this fleet was a little weak. Even though Lianyun City was not as good as Alchemy City, it was still a huge port city in the north of the empire. Alchemy City took up 90% of Yun Liu's business, and the remaining 10% was taken up by Lianyun City. This 10% was also a huge amount of wealth, enough to support an elite army.
Salin's calculation was correct. The fleet composed of twelve ships definitely couldn't conquer Connecting Cloud City, but he didn't expect that this time, the twelve kingdoms of the Eastern Sea Region would gather more small countries and organize a huge fleet to conquer the Myers Continent. For this purpose, the East Sea Island State had been planning for many years. In fact, Salin had been collecting intelligence on the Myers Continent when he killed Filet.
At that time, Salin was still too inexperienced and did not understand what Felett's true motive was. Otherwise, he would have noticed this a long time ago. It wasn't that Rex didn't think about it, but the distance between the East Sea Island State and the Myers Continent was too far. She didn't think that there would be any war between the two.
"Sir Salin, the enemy has sent an envoy."
"I won't see him."
"That person refuses to leave."
"Then kill him." Salin's answer was straightforward.
"Yes." The swordsman who sent the message left. Soon, there was a scream coming from the square outside. This swordsman was also filled with hatred. Salin had asked him to kill the envoy, so he first chopped off the limbs of the deceased before cutting off his head with his sword.
This swordsman was also from Seriger Island. Seriger Island wasn't a big place, and some of the swordsmen who died on the island were his good friends.
"Why don't you listen to what he has to say?" Ina was a little confused.
"The enemy is already in my hands, so there's no need to talk. The other party has lost their warship, and without replenishment of food and weapons, they have no chance to make a comeback. The other party just wants to surrender, or assassinate me. Either way, I don't want to accept it. "
"Sir, we found this!" The swordsman in charge of the execution quickly brought something over. Salin took it in his hand, and it was a magic tube. At the end of the magic tube, there was a level-seven magic core. Salin carefully removed the magic core and handed it to Ainphent.
Ainphent checked it and said in surprise, "As expected, they are here to assassinate me! This thing can unleash a level-seven spell! "
This magic tube was a suicidal magic equipment. There was no level restriction, and it would explode after being used. When the dozens of magic cores hidden inside were activated, the power was equivalent to a level-seven spell. However, it wouldn't be easy to hide this thing from Salin and Ainphent. Even if the envoy entered the shrine, he would immediately be discovered to have such a thing hidden on him.
This magic tube was extremely unstable, and it couldn't even be stored. Other than activating it naturally, there was no telling when this thing would explode on its own. No magician would dare to carry this thing around.
Salin glanced at Ina, and said calmly, "See? Sometimes, there's no need to be merciful to the enemy."
Ina didn't say anything. Although she had seen her fair share of schemes and plots, she had never seen such a crazy one. Even if those invaders could kill Salin, they wouldn't bring them victory, but an even crueler revenge. With this incident, even if they really wanted to surrender, Salin wouldn't agree.
An hour passed quickly. The magicians on the ice layer started to cover the magic seal with snow. Daniel's undead army set off, advancing towards the edge of the ice layer. Three thousand undead army, two hundred barbarians, and a great magician like Daniel.
Daniel stood on top of Petheus' head. As long as the enemy didn't have a Magic Shooter, warhorses wouldn't be able to outrun the undead under his feet.
At the edge of the ice layer, a magician in a gray robe said with a worried expression to the general, "Your Excellency, the assassins I sent failed."
The general seemed to have foreseen this outcome. He just nodded and said, "Failed? Then we can only fight to the death. Pass down my order. Magicians, buff all the generals. Let's advance. "
"Master Youxi Marceau hasn't returned yet," the magician in a gray robe reminded the general.
"She probably won't be able to return. I didn't expect that after thirty years of dominating the world and destroying thirty-five countries, I will die here today," the general sighed.
"Your Excellency, you can't say such discouraging words!" the magician consoled from the side. The general was also considered a fierce general in the East Sea countries. He wasn't bragging. He had destroyed thirty-five countries, but the largest population of these countries didn't exceed fifty thousand. In the Myers Continent, a country with a population of less than fifty thousand couldn't be called a city, it could only be called a castle. The magician complained in his heart. You have already given up. How are those soldiers going to fight?
"Don't try to persuade me. Now, there is only death." The general's mount had already sunk along with the warship. He struggled to stand up and said to the people around him, "If anyone survives and can see His Majesty, please tell him for me that I didn't surrender, but died on the battlefield. Ask His Majesty to treat my children well."
After saying that, the general pulled out his sword and walked towards the west with an expressionless face.
The general's bodyguards had to follow. The battles of the East Sea countries were like this. The general often had to take the lead, and his safety was completely in the hands of his bodyguards. Otherwise, even the best martial arts would die on the battlefield. These bodyguards carried iron shields, but there were no more than twenty of them.
A huge tremor came from the distant layer of ice. The Great General stopped and looked at the distant layer of ice. Thousands of skeletons suddenly rushed towards their battle formation as if they had gone mad.
These skeletons were just low-level undead. They were forcibly summoned by the three kings to do hard labor. Their fighting power was really not good. It's just that the coalition forces of the East Sea countries had long lost confidence. The two rounds of attacks by Salin made them realize that this expedition seemed to be a failure.
What's worse was that there were very few necromancers in the East Sea countries. Ordinary soldiers had no concept of skeletons. Seeing so many white skeletons moving around with red flames in their eyes, the coalition soldiers suddenly panicked. No matter how the officer scolded them, they couldn't stand in formation.
Those generals were naturally brave and didn't fear skeletons, but it was already too late to tell the soldiers about the fragility of skeletons. Soldiers didn't know the general, this was something that Qin Yin didn't have. In Qin Yin, even the most mediocre nobles would be very close to their private soldiers. They would not hesitate to spend money to increase the soldiers' equipment and teach them knowledge.
"Hm?" Standing on top of Petheus' head, Daniel saw the enemy's leader from afar. It was a guy wearing colorful armor and gaudy clothes. Although that guy's equipment was flashy, it gave him a very dangerous feeling.
Now that Daniel was a fifth-level mage, only a novice Sword Saint could make him feel dangerous. Daniel wasn't Salin. Without the protection of skeletons, he wouldn't dare to approach the enemy troops. At least Salin could fly and escape the range of the crossbows.
Daniel, who was in high spirits, slowed down. He remembered Salin's warning. There are so many enemies, there must be Sword Saints. Don't get too close to the enemy's battle formation. Let the skeletons die and torture the enemy's morale. When it's about time, let the barbarians protect you and retreat. When the time comes, I'll deal with them together.
Salin's plan was very simple. Let the skeletons kill the enemy's ordinary soldiers, even if it was one for one. When Daniel retreated, the enemy would definitely chase after him in order to boost their morale. Moreover, they couldn't afford to waste time on the ice layer. There was a high chance that they would attack the city.
As long as the enemy general's brain wasn't damaged, he should know that this was his only chance.
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