In the small castle in the city of Mory, Mayor Bettel was celebrating.
The Gray Eyes were destroyed, and that immortal female monster hadn't been seen for more than ten days. She was probably scared out of her wits and left.
Now that the two big problems were gone, Bettel felt that his life had never been so relaxed and happy.
A group of his subordinates came over to toast him obsequiously, and some minor nobles in the city also came over to show their friendliness in due time.
Wade, who had the best relationship with him, held a glass of wine and said rather regretfully, "It's a pity you let that woman named Allie go. She's immortal and beautiful. There are many ways to play with her. If you don't want her, you should have sent her to me. "
"You can't handle her." Bettel recalled the special feelings Allie had given him during this time, then smiled contemptuously. "That woman is stupid, stupid, and not good at frontal combat, but she has a sense of pride. Completely different from the women you've met before. If she's willing to be a little weaker, I don't mind making her the real mayor's wife. "
Wade froze for a moment, then burst out laughing. "How many women have you said that to? I'm tired of hearing it."
"Really, that woman is different. She doesn't seem to be very interested in things like wealth, and what she prefers is just a style of life, "Bettel said rather regretfully. "And her behavior when she's having sex is different from that of ordinary women, bewitching but not vulgar, active but not giving off the feeling of being a prostitute. It's the first time I've met a woman like that, just too proud and difficult to control. "
After hearing this, Wade said, "I'm even more interested now that you say that."
"There shouldn't be more than one female Golden Son. Later, we'll look in other cities and trick one or two over. I hope all the women of the Golden Sons are as stupid as Allie."
Thinking of some indescribable scenarios, the two laughed at the same time.
Just as the two finished laughing and were about to go talk to the others, they heard a strange muffled sound coming from the east, which even the lively banquet hall couldn't completely cover up.
All of a sudden, the banquet was much quieter, with only the sound of musical instruments playing.
Then, there was another muffled sound. This time, many people heard it clearly. It was the sound of a heavy object falling from the sky and hitting something.
Most of the guests looked confused, not knowing what had happened, but a few of them had strange expressions. They had heard this or similar sounds before.
A bad feeling surrounded their hearts.
This included Bettel.
He raised his hand, and all the musicians stopped.
Then, a third muffled sound came from afar. This time, it was extremely clear.
"Throw the stones!"
Bettel's expression darkened uncontrollably. Who was it that dared to attack his city with siege weapons at this time?
Just as he was about to go out, a soldier ran in in a panic and said with a frightened expression, "City Lord, it's not good. The people of Gray Eyes are back again. This time they brought several catapults and are attacking our city gate."
"That's impossible!" Bettel roared. "Gray Eyes has been wiped out by us."
The soldier stammered, "But that's what they were shouting outside the city. “
"How many?" Bettel asked angrily.
"At least fifty," the soldier replied in a low voice.
When Bettel heard this, he kicked the soldier to the ground and roared, "Fifty people? Your city guard has at least five hundred people, and that's not counting the reserves, and you don't dare to fight your way out? "
"We've already tried. We sent two hundred people out earlier, and as a result …" The soldier lowered his head. "Like an adult cleaning up a child, the battle was over in less than ten minutes. More than a hundred people on our side died, and the rest became prisoners. And those fifty people, nothing happened to them at all. They're all professionals. "
"That's impossible!" Bettel slammed the glass in his hand onto the ground, and the clang sounded unusually harsh in the quiet banquet hall. "Even on the capital's side, it's a bit difficult to gather fifty powerful professionals. We're in a remote area here, and it's already quite impressive to gather twenty, let alone fifty professionals. The Gray Eyes rebels have long been badly hurt, and they can't even gather fifty people, let alone fifty professionals. "
The soldier lowered his head, not daring to speak.
Wade, who was next to him, walked up to Bettel and said, "Now's not the time to sulk with a little soldier. Let's lead the troops over to see what's going on."
Bettel took a deep breath and showed an ugly smile to the guests around him. "Sorry to disappoint everyone. The banquet is over, Your Excellencies, please go back first."
The guests left very quickly, and there was a bit of a sense of fleeing.
Bettel, on the other hand, set off with the remaining four hundred elite guards in the castle toward the city wall.
Just as he left the castle with the soldiers, six extremely unremarkable looking players appeared near the castle. Although they were scattered in different directions of the castle, they almost all revealed wretched smiles in unison.
When Bettel brought the army to the bottom of the city wall, he happened to see a huge rock smashing down from mid-air and smashing directly into the wall.
Amidst the screams, two soldiers were smashed into meat paste on the spot, and five or six soldiers were injured by the flying rubble of the mutiny, to varying degrees.
"Archers, come with me to the city wall, and the rest stay near the gate to defend."
Bettel shouted and jogged straight up the wall from the walkway.
At this time, the city wall had been hit by four boulders, and although it looked miserable, with rubble and broken bricks everywhere, and even a section of the battlement had collapsed, it wasn't really affected much.
Bettel ran to the battlements and saw about thirty masked black-robed men standing in a small square formation in the distance ahead. Next to the small square formation, there were many corpses of city guards.
And behind the square formation, there were more than twenty black-robed men fiddling with three catapults, and several strong black-robed men were working together to put huge round stones on the catapults.
Although all of these black-robed people had their faces covered, their exposed eyes all carried a mocking expression, and there was also a very restrained arrogance in them.
He was familiar with this kind of arrogance, and it was also contained in Allie's eyes.
He took a deep breath, a bad feeling in his heart, and then he saw a familiar person walking out from behind the catapults.
It was Allie.
The man fiddling with the catapults stopped.
Allie held a piece of parchment in her hand and looked at Bettel from afar, a mocking expression on her face.
The player in charge of the livestream jumped up and down on the side, constantly giving close-up shots of the two of them.
A player cast Sound Amplification on Allie, and Roland cast Unhindered Communication on her.
Allie looked at Bettel quietly, a little nostalgic in her eyes, and then she revealed a determined look and read aloud, "The Bettel family, the lord of the city of Mory, has a cold and indifferent nature, and the land is small and insignificant. In the past, he filled the position of Gauri, and once entered the service of his chrysanthemum …"
Gauri was the big shot who wanted to make a move on Allie.
Allie's rather pleasant female voice, under the effect of Sound Amplification, resounded throughout the city.
Due to Unhindered Communication, everyone could understand these classical words, and as they listened, everyone's eyes became a little unfocused, not daring to look at Bettel.
Because the scolding was too harsh, without a single dirty word, under the effect of Unhindered Communication, what the whole city heard was Allie telling the story of Bettel burning, killing, and looting, using himself to flatter the big shot, Gauri, in a very authentic ancient aristocratic accent. The degree of filth was completely beyond the imagination of the citizens. More importantly, Allie also said that he colluded with Gauri, suspected of carrying out a demon sacrifice, and suspected of turning the neighborhood into a demon paradise. Anyway, all the crimes that could be pinned on him were pinned on him, and she even roared at the end.
"Let me ask you, in today's realm, who is ruling!"
However, what the NPCs heard was: Gods, is this city of Mory still the land of us humans? Is it still the paradise you're looking at?
Whether it was the soldiers or the citizens, they all felt something when they heard this beautiful and indignant denunciation of the enemy.
Especially the soldiers, whose morale had visibly dropped by a large margin.
Bettel had never heard anyone dare to scold him so viciously or even falsely accuse him.
He was so angry that his whole body was shaking, his face pale, and he finally roared, "Shoot, shoot for me, shoot them to death."
A wave of arrows was thrown high from the city wall and then landed sporadically in front of the black-robed phalanx.
The players had already estimated the range of the enemy's arrows, and they wouldn't foolishly enter the enemy's attack range.
After reading the denunciation of Bettel with an angry aura, Allie felt a burst of comfort all over her body, and then the players who were fiddling with the simple catapults began to move again.
Bettel gritted his teeth and roared, "Move our catapults to the city wall as well."
"That will take time, Mayor."
Catapults were generally quite large, and it took time to disassemble and assemble them.
"Damn it … those black robes must all be Golden Sons." Bettel was also a professional, an Agility Swordsman, and his eyesight was much better than the average person's.
"Their catapults are poor, and they'll all be scrapped after a few more uses." Bettel punched the battlement and roared, "Just wait until all their catapults are damaged, and then it'll be time for us to counterattack."
Bettel let out a long sigh of relief, thinking that his chances of winning were still good, and calmed down.
The denunciation of the enemy just now had a great impact on him, and for the nobles, the lethality of this kind of language was sometimes far more terrifying than swords.
Because it would directly harm the glory of a family.
He took deep breaths repeatedly and was about to completely calm down when suddenly someone next to him shouted, "My god, that's the castle. Mayor, the castle is on fire, it's on fire!"
Bettel turned around and saw that the castle in the distance was shrouded in black smoke, and he could vaguely see the fire dragon flickering in and out of the black smoke.
Half a second later, in Bettel's head, a "string" called reason.
It broke!
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