Johnson had to admit that when the foggy fortress became dark and deep in the night, he lacked imagination about what was going to happen next. He bet that all the nobles were like this, thinking that this was just a battle, at most a tragic one.
The noble army of more than 10,000 people is a very powerful military force, which is enough to sweep across the Northland and eliminate all opponents. The nobles who joined this team are all in a high mood. It is difficult to imagine that they were all filled with gloom a few months ago.
When the summoned demons slowly move forward to launch an offensive, when the jackals under the Yeck family follow closely behind, when thousands of nobles armed with force walk out of the camp and prepare to attack...
Johnson once doubted whether his previous judgment was wrong. Even Dudu, who had always made accurate predictions, remained silent. The master and servant were not sure who else in the North could resist such a powerful army.
But an ominous sound soon came from the silent night, and flames could be vaguely seen in the dense fog fortress thousands of meters away. People could only hear a series of gunshots, but could not see the specific battle situation.
The wizards once again released the floating 'secret eyes' to investigate, and then they shouted happily: "Those demons are coming to kill. The mad war demons have broken through the first line of defense. They have an absolute advantage in strength and are beating their opponents hard."
In front of the golden-domed tent, several 'secret eyes' returned unclear images. All the top leaders of the coalition gathered together and watched eagerly. Johnson couldn't bear his curiosity and went over to take a look.
The level 11 berserkers are indeed powerful, and the following vromons also have a numerical advantage. Their evil power is so violent that they defeat the dwarves responsible for defense.
Months of anxiety among the nobles turned into ecstasy at this moment.
"Are we going to win?"
"Victor Hugo isn't that great."
"Those hundreds of dwarves are no match for the devil. Look, they were beaten so badly."
"Justice will prevail, and order in the North will finally be restored."
There was a cheerful celebration in front of the golden-domed tent, and even Friedman himself breathed a sigh of relief. The burden that had been weighing on his heart for a long time was finally lifted, and he could breathe a sigh of relief.
Only Farrell, who had fought a few battles at the scene, was confused - dwarves are good warriors, but they are not enough to fight against demons. Victor Hugo should send strong generals to the scene.
The mood of the nobles was as high as a flame, and no one came out to spoil the fun. Just pretending to be a human woman, the snake demon suddenly stood next to Friedman and shouted sternly: "Order all your men to suppress them."
"Why?" Friedman was stunned by this request. He turned around and found that the snake demon had returned to its original shape, with six arms each holding different weapons, and its scales shone green.
The snake demon stared at Friedman with his vertical eyes, "Do as I say, otherwise there is no chance of winning tonight's battle. Your army is just a piece of loose sand and cannot withstand any defeat. If you can't win tonight, then you will win again."
There is no possibility of winning."
The blatant appearance of high-level demons frightened the hotly debated nobles. Friedman himself also broke out in a cold sweat - humans have no night vision and must rely on potions and spells to gain additional bonuses. The entire army pressed forward
The night fight is a huge gamble.
The current situation is obviously very good, why do you say "there is no chance of winning"?
But the snake demon's last words awakened Friedman. The army he had finally united could not withstand any defeat. Even though the nobles were all sworn to it, once the limelight was not right, they would run away faster than a rabbit.
At this moment, the image returned by the 'Secret Eye' also changed. The two mad war demons who were fighting endlessly suddenly looked up to the sky and screamed, and the vlo demons they led also disrupted their formation.
A few seconds later, the screams even reached the camp where the golden-domed tent was located. The shrill sound was full of pain and made people feel dazed.
Johnson could swear that what followed was the most dramatic scene he had ever seen. The nobles who had been cheering and celebrating fell silent for an instant, and their faces turned pale, as if there was a blockage of stool in their throats.
The battle ahead changed, and the snake demon moved accordingly, teleporting towards the battlefield multiple times in a row. All its plans were based on the nobles winning, otherwise it would be bound by the oath and die together with Friedman.
Friedman himself also realized that this night battle was a bit out of control. No matter what happened to the devil in front, he could not sit idly by and watch.
"Farrell, you lead the people to supervise the battle team and let the armies in each city speed up. No one is allowed to retreat."
"Vitus, distribute all night vision agents and mobilize all troops in the camp. We must win tonight, even if we only occupy the outer trenches."
"Viscount Tarak, please gather the troops from the Principality of Os. I need you to serve as the general reserve team. If something goes wrong in the war, you have to fill in and plug the loopholes."
Friedman made a series of arrangements, but something unexpected happened when he ordered the exiles from the Principality of Os. Everyone else responded loudly, but Viscount Tarak looked at him with mocking eyes, as if looking at an ant.
So contemptuous.
"Viscount Tarlac, please recognize the current situation. Your attitude will destroy my trust in you." Reputable nobles from the North gathered in front of the big tent. Friedman raised his voice a bit, deliberately safeguarding his authority.
However, Viscount Tarak took a few steps forward, letting everyone see his face that suddenly became pale and thin. He laughed in a weird tone, "Don't panic, you won't lose as long as I'm here."
Friedman stared fiercely at Inisha in the corner of the crowd and shouted angrily: "Your Highness, please restrain your subordinate Viscount. His excessive arrogance will only lead to misfortune."
Inisa was brought here. Her face was equally pale, but she slowly shook her head and said: "He is no longer Tarak. I can't restrain him, he is restraining me."
At this point, Inisha looked at the pale-faced 'Viscount' again, "Don't be too proud, let alone force me. Otherwise, I will sacrifice myself and destroy you along the way."
Hahaha......
'Viscount Tarlac' continued to laugh. He naturally walked up to the high platform outside the golden-roofed tent, patted Friedman on the shoulder, pushed him down, and sat on the only long backrest of the high platform.
On the chair.
The nobles in front of the tent realized at this moment that with the harsh laughter, the level of 'Viscount Tarlac' continued to rise. He climbed up level by level until it was difficult for everyone present to detect his strength.
The 'Viscount' sat down and waved his hand, merging the images returned by several 'secret eyes' into one, forming a huge and clear projection screen.
He lazily said: "Don't worry, poor Inisha. I know you are the favorite of the God of War. Now all the gods are watching. How dare I force you? Doesn't this already give you freedom?
Many gods are waiting to see my joke. They hope that I will lose again. So I sit here and wait for Victor Hugo to come to me. See if that guy can save the beautiful girl again.
Princess."
'Talak' waved his hand again, his voice became extremely cold, and the entire army of nobles in the camp could hear it, "Go, fight, and eliminate Victor Hugo. Otherwise you will all die!"
The tens of thousands of troops in the camp seemed to have been severely whipped. Without any need for words, they were instantly mobilized and rushed towards the dense fog fortress like a tide.