It was a difficult thing to burn down a castle.
After all, the building materials were all stone.
But what would happen if the six players each used the system space to install a 2x2x2 volume of a special flammable substance, something similar to coal but more efficient at burning than coal?
The consequence was that a castle would be set on fire.
Hahahahahahahahaha!
This strange sound was made by Bettel, who frantically grabbed his hair with both hands, his face flushed, his eyes wide open as if they were about to pop out of their sockets, making strange noises.
The people around him looked a little numb and slowly backed away.
It wasn't his fault.
A castle like this could only be built slowly through the efforts of at least three generations of his family. And there were many precious things in the castle, such as collected gems and gold coins. This fire could burn away the efforts of several generations.
Most importantly, the castle was their last line of defense, and a noble with a castle and a noble without a castle were two different concepts.
If even the castle fell, then it meant that the family was going to decline.
Bettel really couldn't accept it. Today was clearly a celebratory banquet, the resistance organization Gray Eyes was gone, and the woman he used as a tool was gone. The two good things added together should have been a happier thing, so how did it become like this?
His hair was pulled off in strands, and Bettel's expression became more and more twisted, white saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth, and he was about to become mentally ill. At this time, Wade, who had been following beside him, came up and slapped Bettel hard in the face, cursing angrily, "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and give the order to rescue."
The slap was heavy, and the crisp sound could be heard dozens of meters around.
The five red marks on Bettel's face quickly swelled up.
But it also made him a lot more sober.
Glancing gratefully at Wade, Bettel roared to the side, "The second and fourth regiments stay behind to defend, and the rest of you follow me back to the castle immediately to put out the fire. Destroy the enemies in the city! Reward one silver coin for each enemy you kill. "
Although the castle was definitely going to be lost, he would salvage as many things as he could.
Bettel led a group of soldiers down the city wall and rushed in the direction of the castle. He was much more sober now and didn't withdraw all the soldiers from the city wall.
Less than ten seconds after he left the castle, a huge boulder came whistling from far to near and finally smashed into the city wall. Although the Players were using simple catapults, their excellent personal attributes in the game gave the Players who were fiddling with catapults an extraordinary gift when it came to calibrating.
Hearing the heavy crash behind him, Bettel couldn't help but look back, just in time to see countless gravel exploding on the city wall, some even splashing near him.
He subconsciously clenched his fists.
Allie! You bitch!
They actually dared to bring people back to cause trouble for me. Just wait till I get through this …
Wade, who was next to him, immediately interrupted his declaration of hatred. "What are you waiting for, Bettel, let's go."
Bettel turned and spurred his horse toward the burning castle.
Meanwhile, in front of the city gate, the players couldn't help but cheer when they saw another rock hit its target.
The player in charge of calibrating the firing line laughed smugly. "I'm so freaking awesome."
But then the players let out another cry of surprise.
Because even though their line of sight was blocked by the city wall, the black pillar of smoke rising into the sky in the distance also appeared in their eyes.
"It's done, it's done, those six thieves have succeeded in robbing the house."
"Sending them to lurk in the city ahead of time was indeed the right thing to do."
"There are obviously fewer guards on the city wall."
"Next step, next step, break the city gate."
The players' cheerful chatter stopped here, and everyone's eyes were focused on the black-robed man in the middle of the first row.
It was Roland.
He took a few steps forward, took out his magic staff from the system space, and pointed it forward.
A small fireball appeared three meters in front of the magic staff, then quickly grew larger and brighter.
At first it was dark yellow, and when it expanded to a diameter of half a meter, the fireball turned orange.
The temperature had obviously increased significantly.
At this time, the fireball was still expanding, and soon became about a meter and a half in diameter.
At this time, some blue flames had already appeared on the surface of the fireball.
And the air around Roland had begun to twist, and the green grass around his feet gradually turned yellow.
But the fireball was still expanding.
At this time, Roland's body began to glow, and dense white spots of light emerged and then sank back into his body.
This was the effect of the Mind-Calming Necklace triggered. The magic power that Roland had accumulated for ten days and barely filled the upper limit of the Mind-Calming Necklace began to flow back into his body.
It was well known that every time the radius of a ball increased by the same length, its volume would be several times larger than before, and when it grew to a certain extent, it would be dozens or even hundreds of times larger than before.
Roland's own mana bar could expand the Inferior Fireball to about a meter and a half in diameter, but after using up all the stored magic power in the Mind-Calming Necklace, the total amount of magic power of nearly three Rolands, he could barely expand the fireball to two meters.
But this was enough!
The fireball with a diameter of two meters, taller than most players, looked extremely oppressive.
And at this time, the flames on the surface of the fireball had turned blue. The air around Roland was even more distorted, and the grass about ten meters around him had already withered and begun to spontaneously combust.
The surrounding players kept retreating, and at this time they were already more than twenty meters away from Roland.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
There was also an uproar in the livestream.
"Damn, this aura, this special effect, who said that Mages are trash?"
"Blue flames, two thousand degrees of heat, this is too much (flips table)."
"Mages are trash, but Mages aren't. You have to understand that these are two different classes."
"I've decided, I'm going to become a Mage. Just for this aura alone, it's worth it! "
"Being handsome is a lifetime thing."
"Are you sure you never failed advanced mathematics in college?"
"Upstairs, you're hurting."
Just as the idiotic players in the livestream were talking excitedly, Roland, whose mental power was about to hit rock bottom, used the last of his mental power as a rope and ejected the big fireball.
It was a real ejection, similar to the ejection of an electromagnetic railgun.
With a bang, the world seemed to darken for a moment, and the big fireball became oval, drawing a straight line of lightning, and instantly smashed the wall above the city gate.
But this was just an optical illusion caused by the fast flying speed of the big fireball, and the shape of the fireball never changed.
And the moment the big fireball hit the city wall, it blossomed with light no different from the brightness of a flash bomb explosion, and it also burst out with a huge noise, as if a mortar bomb had exploded directly next to the ear.
It directly broke the eardrums.
The netizens in the livestream shouted that their titanium alloy dog eyes were blind, and the players at the scene were even worse off. Not only could they see, but their ears were also ringing, and they were all patting their ears hard with tears on their faces.
At this time, they couldn't see or hear, and all they could hear was ringing in their ears.
A few of the calmer ones could still cover their ears and stand blankly, and the more active ones were already rolling on the ground and cursing, although they couldn't hear what they were cursing.
The scene was extremely chaotic.
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