Ashen Dragon-Chapter 366 - 290 Royalty

Chapter 366: Chapter 290 Royalty

“Prepare for the third round of bombardment!”

The Tyrant shouted spiritedly.

More than a dozen magic heavy cannons were arrayed on the battlefield, their dark muzzles pointing directly toward the sky.

In front of them were the pockmarked, ruined city walls, and the frightened defenders and dust-covered knights.

This was Cyril City, a key military stronghold in the Otto Duchy and the second most populous city in the country, now enveloped in the scent of gunpowder.

Fengyun waved his hand and said beside him, “Guild Leader, let’s hold for a moment. We need more captives; the workforce in our factories is currently in short supply.”

“Native workers are more efficient; hired players are too expensive and don’t follow orders. Nowadays, new players are too shrewd; they won’t come unless we raise wages.”

The Tyrant thought for a moment, then said, “You make a good point.”

“Let’s have the spell and melee teams ready then. And tell those Wyvern Knights to hold back a bit, don’t burn too many people.”

“Understood, Guild Leader.”

Currently, the Royal Guild had grown to a large-scale guild with nearly a thousand members, a famous and powerful group. Almost all its members were level five or higher professionals, and those who weren’t had notable talents.

To compete for the Conquer the North quest, the Tyrant had urgently mobilized nearly six hundred members, bringing almost everyone except the necessary logistical personnel to the battlefield.

This sizable squad of professionals had consecutively conquered thirteen cities, with the usual Northern City Defense Army unable to stop their overwhelming advance.

Except for special entities like the Lionheart Knights, even the elite troops of the North had average soldiers equating to level one professionals. Level five professionals were enough to become noble knights or even generals in any Northern unit.

A well-organized group of players with such strength was evidently formidable.

“Mages, cast a Group Encouragement Spell. Bards, apply Demon Fire on the enemy.”

“Warriors, raise your shields and advance. Remember, don’t kill those who surrender. The guild will allocate gold coins based on the number of captives. There are extra rewards for capturing the Earl alive!”

Fengyun shouted into a megaphone on the battlefield.

“For the Royalty!”

“Glory to the Royalty, heroes are immortal!”

Two hundred players charged toward the distant city, with warriors and paladins leading the charge. Mages and magicians cast spells creating dazzling effects.

Druids summoned various beasts, and bards cast spells with their melodic tunes.

Spell radiance of various kinds intertwined beneath the city walls.

Burning arrows, splashing acid, falling boulders, and even flying squirrels bombarded the walls.

The commander on the walls roared, “Do not fear, kill them! Fight for the Otto Duchy and defend the city!”

“They are mere flesh and blood!”

“Without those bizarre weapons, they may not be able to defeat us!”

“Load the heavy crossbows!”

As a military stronghold, the walls had several heavy crossbows meant to defend against Frost Giants and White Dragons, now being used against these Starfallen.

“Sorcery of Wraithfire!”

The bards played their instruments, with violet light from the violin strings outlining all enemies.

Several senior mages of the Royal Guild raised their magic wands in unison.

“Slow Spell!”

Instantly, the space on the walls was distorted, making the soldiers’ actions slower than ever, like they were in slow motion.

A Dragon Sanctuary Holy Knight, enhanced with flight magic and acceleration spell, leaped onto the wall, slashing with a scarlet-flaming sword and decapitating the roaring commander.

The soldiers watched in horror as their commander was killed but were powerless in the slowed space.

“Surrender and you won’t be killed!”

The Dragon Sanctuary Holy Knight held the still-warm head aloft, shouting from the top of the tower.

The soldiers looked up in despair at the advancing figures, knowing the battle was over—it was all over.

…

Soon, members of the Royal Guild captured the entire city, easily taking over the city hall, armory, and other vital locations.

Count Julius Reginald, the city’s lord, fled south with his wealth and a convoy of over a hundred people.

However, the Royal Guild had several Red Scale Conquerors, and no matter how fast four-legged horses ran, they couldn’t outrun flying wyverns.

The count and his convoy were quickly spotted and wiped out by the Wyvern Knights, with Count Julius captured alive, screaming in the claws of a bipedal wyvern.

“Stay still, don’t move.”

“Or you’ll be killed.”

Big Blade landed with a wyvern, lifting the count with one hand.

Count Julius immediately fell silent, though his corpulent body continued to tremble instinctively.

It was said these evil dragon kin “killed nobles without hesitation,” even daring to behead a marquis, yet his life as a count had been spared.

Could they finally have realized—without nobles, they couldn’t solidify their rule over the North, and now they sought to cooperate with him?

A glimmer of hope flashed in Count Julius’s eyes.

“Here.”

“Guild Leader, I’ve captured him.”

Big Blade casually tossed him to the ground.

“You insolent scum, once I regain my position, you’ll be the first to die.”

Count Julius thought venomously, his eyes narrowing.

He struggled to get up, only to see a tall, valiant-looking man not far away, carrying a great sword and clad in exquisite, heavy armor.

Upon seeing him, the man beamed with joy.

“He must be the leader of these evil dragon kin…”

“My life and fortune are in his hands now. To secure further cooperation, I must try to please him.”

With this thought, Count Julius’s face broke into a fawning smile.

“Honorable sir, I am Julius Reginald—”

“Swish—”

Before he could finish, the Tyrant swung his great sword at the count.

Immediately, brains splattered, fatty skin split open, and various internal organs spilled messily onto the ground.

Even in death, Count Julius’s face kept that fawning smile, but his eyes showed astonishment and disbelief.

He never figured it out, even in death.

The man before him had people capture him from miles away just to kill him personally—it made no sense!

The Tyrant, wiping his great sword, looked with distaste at the mess on the ground.

“Next time, just behead them directly.”

“Disgusting, clean this up.”

He casually ordered his subordinates, then looked at his panel, his face lighting up again.

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[You killed the important figure of the Northern United Kingdom faction, Count Julius Reginald, gaining 120 prestige points]

The entire guild had done everything to accumulate prestige points for him, aiming to qualify as Dragonblood Nobility.

Fengyun smiled beside him, saying, “Guild Leader, at this rate, by the end of the quest, you should meet at least the viscount prestige point requirement, maybe even reach for the earl.”

“Haha, let’s move on to the next city. For a thousand years, who made history, right? Eight thousand miles away, aiming to be a marquis!”

The Tyrant spread his arms, laughing heartily.

Fengyun wiped the sweat from his forehead, secretly complaining, “The whole guild supports you alone in gaining prestige points, where do you get all this grand ambition.”