Chapter 360 Royal Power

"Prepare for three rounds of bombardment!"

The Tyrant shouted with high spirits.

More than a dozen magic heavy artillery were displayed on the battlefield, with the black muzzles pointing straight to the sky.

In front of them were the city walls full of holes and ruins, as well as the frightened defenders and the dusty knights.

-This is Cyril City, a military stronghold of the Principality of Otto and the second most populous city in the country, but at this moment, the smell of gunpowder was everywhere.

Fengyun waved his hand and said, "President, stop first. We need to keep more prisoners. Recently, there is a shortage of labor in the factories under our command."

"This kind of work is better with natives. Hired players are too expensive and don't listen to orders. The new players now are too smart. If we don't raise the salary standard, they won't come."

The Tyrant lowered his head and thought for a moment, then said, "You make sense."

"Then let the spell and melee groups prepare. By the way, let those dragon knights hold back and don't burn too many people to death."

"Yes, President."

Today, [Royalty] is a large guild of nearly a thousand people, a well-known wealthy family. Almost all of its members are professionals above level five, and they are also talents with outstanding specialties.

In order to compete for this [Conquer the North] mission, Tyrant urgently mobilized nearly 600 members, almost bringing everyone except the necessary logistics department to the battlefield.

This large-scale professional team has conquered thirteen cities in succession, and the ordinary northern city defense forces can't stop their overwhelming pace.

Except for special existences like the "Lionheart Knights", even the most elite army in the north has an average strength of soldiers about equal to that of a first-level professional. A fifth-level professional is enough to become a noble knight or even a general in any army in the north.

And a group of organized troops composed of players of this strength can be seen.

"Mage, cast a wave of group excitement, and the bard will hang a demon fire on the opposite side."

"Warriors, open the shield and push forward. Remember everyone, don't kill those who surrender. The guild will distribute gold coins according to the number of prisoners, and there will be extra rewards for capturing the earl alive!"

Fengyun shouted on the battlefield with a loud speaker.

"For the kingship!"

"Glory to the kingship, immortal heroes!"

Two hundred players rushed towards the distant city in a mighty manner. Melee professions such as warriors and paladins charged recklessly, while spellcasters such as mages and warlocks also created brilliant and wonderful spell effects.

Druids summoned various beasts, and bards cast spells with the help of playing music.

For a while, various spells shone together under the city wall.

Burning arrows, splashing acid, falling stones and even flying squirrels attacked the city wall one after another.

The commander on the city wall roared: "Don't be afraid, kill them! Fight for the Principality of Otto and guard the city behind you!"

"They are just flesh and blood!"

"Without those weird weapons, they may not be able to defeat us!"

"Load the heavy crossbow!"

As a military stronghold, there are several heavy crossbows on the city wall to prevent frost giants and white dragons, which are now used by soldiers to deal with these starfallers.

"Demon Fire!"

The bards played music, and the strings of the violins released violet light, outlining all the enemies.

Several senior mages of the Royal Guild also raised their staffs.

"Slow Speed!"

In an instant, the space on the city wall was distorted, and the soldiers' movements became extremely slow, as if in slow motion.

And a Dragon Paladin who had blessed the flying and acceleration spells jumped directly to the top of the city, swung a sword with red flames, and cut off the head of the commander who opened his mouth and roared.

The soldiers watched in horror as their commander was killed, but they were in a slow space and could do nothing about it.

"Surrender and no killing!"

The Dragon Paladin shouted on the top of the city wall, holding the still warm head.

The soldiers looked up at the figures rushing forward with despair on their faces. They knew that the war was about to end-everything was over.

Soon, the members of the Royal Guild captured the entire city and easily occupied various important places such as the city hall and the armory.

The lord of this city, Count Jules Reginaldo, took his belongings and fled south with a caravan of hundreds of people.

However, there were several red-scale conquerors within the royal power. No matter how fast the four-legged horses ran, they could not catch up with the speed of flying with wings.

The count and his caravan were soon discovered by the dragon knights and wiped out. Count Jules was captured alive and wailed in the air by the two-legged dragon.

"Be honest and don't move."

"Otherwise I'll kill you."

The big knife landed on the dragon and lifted the count with one hand.

Count Jules immediately calmed down, but his fat body was still shaking instinctively.

It is said that these evil dragon followers "killed nobles without blinking an eye" and dared to chop off the head of the marquis at will, but spared the life of this count.

Could it be that they finally realized that without nobles, they could not rule the north steadily, and wanted to seek cooperation with themselves?

A trace of relief flashed across Count Jules's eyes.

"Here we are."

"President, I caught him."

He threw the knife to the ground.

"You ignorant bastard, I will kill you first when I return to my original position."

Earl Jules thought viciously in his heart, and his eyes became sinister involuntarily.

He struggled to get up, and saw a tall and heroic man not far away. He was carrying a huge sword and was wearing heavy and exquisite armor.

After seeing him, the man showed joy.

"He should be the leader of this group of evil dragon followers."

"Now my life and wealth are all in his hands. For further cooperation, I should try my best to please him."

Thinking of this, Earl Jules' face was full of flattering smiles.

"This noble lord, I am Jules Regina——"

"Swish——"

Before the voice fell, the Tyrant swung the huge sword and chopped at the earl.

Suddenly, the surrounding brain matter splashed, the skin with thick fat was cut open, and all kinds of internal organs and intestines flowed out in a mess, spilling all over the ground.

Before he died, Count Jules still had a flattering smile on his face, but his eyes showed astonishment and disbelief.

He never figured it out until he died.

The man in front of him sent people to capture him from afar, just to kill him personally. This is simply unreasonable!

The Tyrant wiped the giant sword and looked at the mess on the ground with some disgust.

"Next time, just chop off the head directly."

"It's disgusting, clean this up."

He casually ordered his subordinates, turned to look at his own panel, and showed joy again.

[You killed an important figure in the Northland United Kingdom camp [Count Jules Reginaldo], and obtained a camp reputation value of 120]

Their entire guild did its best to accumulate reputation for him so that he could obtain the qualification of Dragon Blood Noble.

Fengyun smiled and said, "President, at this rate, by the time the mission is over, you should be able to at least reach the reputation requirement of Viscount, and even reach the Earl."

"Haha, let's continue to attack the next city. Who has written history in the past ten thousand years? Eight thousand miles away, you want to be a marquis!"

The Tyrant opened his hands and laughed heartily.

Fengyun wiped the sweat from his forehead and complained in his heart, "The whole guild is supporting you to brush up your reputation. Where do you get so much ambition?" (End of this chapter)