Roland's mission at this stage had been completed, and the rest was all up to Hawk and Link.
Even with the specialty of Roland's Zeal, which had a double mana regeneration effect, he wouldn't have any combat power for at least three hours.
The two Spontaneous Fireball spells completely drained his mana bar, and the magic backlash caused by the empty mana directly formed a "negative state" recognized by the system.
"Severe Magic Backlash: You have extremely overdrawn your mental power, so you will be unable to use any magic for three hours."
There was also a small icon at the back that was responsible for indicating how much time was left in this negative state.
Roland had just tried it in disbelief to see if he really couldn't use magic, but his head hurt so much that even his cheeks almost cramped.
And at this time, in Jett's livestream, the chat history began to flood the screen.
"Damn, this Link is sneaky. Not only did he set up a horse tripwire, he even covered it with mud."
"Isn't this a normal operation?"
"As a prairie man, I despise this kind of behavior that doesn't love horses (dog head)."
"I'm just thinking that all this horse meat is wasted. It can be steamed, boiled, stir-fried, and roasted. It's all delicious. What a pity."
"No, don't you guys feel speechless? It's the strategy of raiding the house again, can't you just fight your way in? People will become wretched if they keep using this sneaky method to fight. Especially that Roland, always blasting open someone's city gate with one shot of magic. What's the point? "
"Damn, there's something wrong with the person above. Roland's team has less than half the number of people, doesn't even have armor or weapons, and is still using stones, stone spears. In this situation, you actually say you want to fight openly. Is your brain damaged? "
"If I were Roland, I would find it very interesting."
‘+1’
Another wave of neatly replied.
Roland chuckled as he watched. These idiotic netizens were very interesting.
But compared to Roland's relaxed mood, John Senior and John Junior were not so happy.
It could even be described as an ultra-low pressure gloomy.
When they hurried back to the front of the castle on horseback, they found that the elite cavalry regiment that their family had painstakingly cultivated was almost completely wiped out, and most of the men and horses were lying on the ground.
The screams of the people and the whinnying of the horses mixed together, almost making people cry.
The stumbled horse, with its front hooves broken, lay on its side on the ground, neighing helplessly. ,
Only a few of the slower horsemen had escaped, and were now pacing restlessly about the outside of the tripwires.
"You!" John Senior looked at Lynk in front of him, his face turning extremely cold. He glared at Lynk sinisterly, gritted his teeth, and spat out a word from his throat, "Golden Son."
The voice had a hint of hissing, and it was as cold as a venomous snake that had just crawled out of hibernation and kept sticking out its tongue.
Link stood in front of the destroyed castle. The soldiers behind him had already taken control of the entire castle.
John Senior saw that his wife and daughter had been forced to sit on the balcony on the second floor.
Although they were not tied up, their expressions were tense and their bodies were stiff. It was obvious that they were greatly frightened.
John Senior dismounted, took two steps forward, and said angrily, "You are rebelling. Put down the weapons in your hands and obediently accept the punishment you deserve. Otherwise, you will be enemies with the entire noble class in the future. "
"You don't represent the entire noble class." Lynk laughed. "I've heard this kind of threat many times, and there's no substance in it at all. Let's talk about something more substantive. "
John Junior also jumped off his horse, and he interjected with a roar, "Lynk, to think that I treated you as friends before, and this is how you repay us?"
Putting labels on people and occupying the moral high ground were common aristocratic debate tactics.
"Repay you?" Lynk tilted his head. He was clearly a man, but he looked very cute. "What have you done to benefit us? Give us work, give us wages, or give us life? You're such an interesting man. Do you think that because you're a noble and high above us, it's a great gift to show a smile to us commoners? "
John Junior's face darkened.
Lynk was indeed right. John Junior had always thought that he was good to the commoners because of the pride of a noble and didn't want him to stoop to the commoners' level.
He thought that his first two dinners with Roland and the other Golden Sons, receiving his goodwill, were also a great gift to them.
But he never felt that there was an obvious, malicious intent toward Roland and the others in his actions.
John Senior stopped John Junior. He glared at Lynk, suppressed his anger, and said slowly, "What do you want to talk about?"
"Now that we've won, we want to make a contract. After all, we're all people who love life and don't want the battle to escalate too much, "Lynk continued with a smile.
"What contract?"
"A non-aggression pact, and you have to compensate us with enough gold coins."
"That's impossible!" John Senior said, enunciating each word.
Lynk laughed happily. "This is Hawk's idea, and I didn't quite agree with it at first. We have to cut the weeds and eliminate the roots at a time like this, but he's the deputy chairman, so I have to listen to him. Old Mayor, I'm the happiest person that you're unwilling to accept this rule. Why don't you reconsider and not make me so happy? "
Sh * t, there's something wrong with this Golden Son's mind.
Seeing that Lynk's smile was slightly twisted, John Senior's anger burned even more.
At this time, a lot of messy footsteps came from behind. It turned out to be hundreds of city guards rushing over. After all, two legs couldn't run as fast as four legs.
With the soldiers by his side, John felt more emboldened. He waved his hand and roared, "All troops, attack and kill them all for me."
John Junior was shocked. "Father, Mother and Sister are still in their hands, if they attack …"
"No need to worry, child, I'll give you another lesson." John Senior looked at his wife and daughter and said indifferently, "Women do have to be loved, but at critical moments, they have an obligation to sacrifice for the family. They usually eat well, dress well, and don't have to worry about anything. This kind of good life, at the right time, has a price that must be paid. "
John Junior still wanted to say something. "But …"
John Senior waved his hand coldly. "If I have misgivings this time, all my enemies in the future will use this method to force me to submit. You have to remember, once you become the mayor in the future, you must at least make sure that you have no weaknesses in your relationships. "
John Junior looked at his mother and sister not far away, turned his head helplessly, and closed his eyes.
The infantry behind him swept past him like a stream of water.
Lynk took a step back, and more than a hundred beggar soldiers rushed out from behind him. One group first set up thick wooden square shields, while the other group hid behind the big shields with spears, only passing the spears through the gaps.
John Senior's pupils constricted: a spear and shield formation!
With this formation, the door was completely blocked. It was almost impossible to break into the castle.
Where did these beggar soldiers get their weapons? The tip of each spear was made of iron.
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