A small number of imperial soldiers fled in all directions, but most of them were driven to Bethsuway Castle in an organized manner by the drow army.
There are often wars in the underground world, and Mistress Cynthia is also an experienced commander.
Driving away the defeated soldiers in this way is a way to win the snowball on the battlefield. Regardless of the number of imperial troops, they will be disrupted by their own defeated soldiers.
The enemy's defeated troops are sometimes more useful than your own army.
First, the emotion of fear is contagious, and the flight of defeated troops will greatly reduce the morale of the enemy troops who were not in chaos.
Second, if the enemy army wants to maintain its formation, it must kill its own friendly troops with ruthless hands, and there are very few commanders who can make such ruthless decisions.
As Mother Cynthia expected, Nicholas IV did not have such courage. A large number of drow scimitar warriors served as the vanguard, and the Spider Queen priests drove spider elves, mud monsters and other underground creatures into the Bethlehem Castle.
"Kill them all! Camilla, take the heads of the Plantagenet Emperor and the Duke of Bethlehem for me!"
Mother Cynthia let out a sharp scream, and all the Drow Legion members were covered with a layer of bloody light, and their attack speed and movement speed were greatly increased.
However, after Mother Cynthia screamed, "Camilla" did not appear.
"Camilla! Where are you?" Mother Cynthia's mental fluctuations swept across the battlefield, but she was not found.
Mother Cynthia instinctively felt something was wrong. She looked at the Plantagenet Emperor's flag that was very close at hand, gritted her teeth and ordered: "April! You lead my elite guard to attack and kill Plantagenet.
emperor!"
April is the male partner of Mistress Cynthia and is also a warrior who is good at swordsmanship.
In the society of drow elves, men without strong strength can easily become victims. Moreover, even powerful male warriors have low tribal status. April, as the mistress’s fourth husband, even participates in daily activities.
Not qualified for decision-making discussions.
After receiving the order from Mother Cynthia, April pulled out her scimitar and led a group of drow scimitar warriors into the battle group. Like a sharp blade cutting a cake, this elite force killed Nicholas IV in one go.
Under the banner of the world.
However, April soon received shocking news:
"Mistress, Emperor Plantagenet is not here! There is a substitute here!"
Although April didn't know Emperor Plantagenet, it was easy to tell whether he was a substitute. The strength of "Nicholas IV" was mediocre, and he was killed by April without resisting a few moves! But the real Nicholas IV
In this world, but with powerful strength at the lord level, it is by no means so easy to win.
The uneasiness in Mother Cynthia's heart quickly amplified, and she shouted sternly: "Everyone retreat!"
Before the command was finished, the ground suddenly rumbled and shook! Large clouds of green smoke suddenly spread, quickly spreading to every corner of the castle.
…
Bethsuway Gold Mine.
Andre stood on a high hill, holding a monocular telescope, looking at the Bethlehem Castle in the distance.
The wind blew his silver-grey hair.
"It's over, the plan went well."
Andre put away the telescope and made an "ok" gesture to August who was waiting below.
August showed a smile. He was holding two people in his hands.
Among these two people, one is an old man wearing white silk pajamas, with a withered body like dried medicine residue, and he is panting constantly while being held in his hands; the other is wearing a luxurious prince's clothes, and is a middle-aged uncle with a big belly.
His face was full of horror.
"Goodbye, Duke of Bethlehem, my cheap father," August laughed. "Do you have any last words? Well, if you have any hidden treasures, you can tell me about them."
"The Lord of Light will curse you." Amidst violent coughing, the old man in white silk pajamas cursed feebly.
"Hahaha!"
As August laughed loudly, he suddenly threw the Duke of Bethlehem down, then bent his knees to push it up. With a crisp sound, the spine of the Duke of Bethlehem was broken, and his body was bent at ninety degrees, staring at him.
The old eyes were cloudy and breathless.
The middle-aged man in luxurious clothes, whom August was holding in his other hand, almost peeed in fear when he saw this scene.
"Calm down, His Majesty 'Emperor' Gulamans," August chuckled, "I won't kill you because you are still valuable. But if you don't cooperate, don't blame me for being ruthless."
"You...what do you want?" Nicholas's uncle, the younger brother of the old Emperor Plantagenet, and the emperor supported by the old nobles, Gulamans, said tremblingly.
"As you can see, my father, the Duke of Bethlehem, died of illness."
August shrugged and said, "Next, I will succeed to the position of Duke of Bethlehem."
Gulamansi calmed down, nodded and said: "Of course, I will issue an order to make you the new Duke of Bethlehem."
"Do I need your canonization?" August sneered.
"Then...what do you want me to do?"
August said: "The nobles who supported you in Xisha Province formed an alliance. Counting our Dukedom of Bessuway, there are seven families in total. As long as you let me control the military power of these seven alliances, I can
Give you a way to survive."
"Seven families? Isn't it eleven families?" Gulamans thought August had remembered it wrong.
However, the sneer on August's face made Gulamans think of another terrible possibility. He pursed his lips and said: "The other four...have been cleaned out by you."
"No, they died in the melee between the Empire's Western Expeditionary Army and underground monsters. It has nothing to do with me," August shrugged, and then changed his expression to a fierce expression, "Anyway, you just need to cooperate with me.
What's the problem?"
"No problem!" Gulamans responded quickly.
"Just in case, I still have to take some preparation measures for you. Andre!"
Hearing August's cry, Andre jumped down and poured a bottle of medicine into Gulamans' mouth.
"Ahem..." Gulamans said in horror, "What did you give me to drink?"
"A bottle of medicine guaranteed to make you obedient. If you don't obey, the end will be much worse than that of my cheap father." August smiled.
After sending away the frustrated Gulamans, August said: "At the castle, everything is going according to plan, right?"
"Yes, we can see that the Empire's Western Expeditionary Army and the Underground Monster Legion are all covered by the undead plague virus." Andre said.
"I don't know if this thing is reliable," August muttered.
"Don't worry, it's absolutely reliable! This is an improved variety of the Plague Lord." A man's voice sounded from the exit of the gold mine.