Chapter 147 - Miscalculation (1/2)

Roland’s task at this stage had been completed, and the rest was all up to Hawk and Link’s efforts.

Even with the specialty of Roland’s Zeal which had the effect of doubling mana regeneration, he still wouldn’t have any combat power for at least three hours.

The two self-destructing fireball spells completely drained his mana bar, and the magic recoil caused by an empty mana bar directly created a debuff that was recognized by the system.

“Heavy Magic Recoil: You have extremely overstretched your mental powers, 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 for this debuff.

Roland had just tried it in disbelief to see if it was true that he couldn’t use magic, and as a result, his head hurt so much that it nearly cramped his cheeks.

And at this moment, in Jett’s live feed, the chat records directly started pouring on to the screen.

“Holy s**, this Link is cunning, not only did he set up heel ropes but he also actually covered them with mud.”

“Isn’t this a normal operation?”

“As a prairie folk, I despise this kind of horse-unfriendly behavior (Doge).”

“I was just thinking, what a pity that all this horse meat is going to waste. It can be steamed, boiled, fried, or roasted, it’ll all be delicious. What a waste.”

“No, don’t you guys feel speechless? Another home invasion tactic, can’t they just go in openly? People will turn dastardly if they keep fighting in this sneaky way. Especially that Roland, always blasting open people’s gates with a single magic shot, is that interesting at all?”

“What the f***, there’s something wrong with the upstairs. Roland and the others have less than half the numbers of the other side, no armor, no weapons, and they’re still using stones—stone pikes. In this situation, you actually say you want to fight openly. You’re probably brain damaged.”

“If I were Roland, I’d find it interesting.”

“+1”

This was followed by a series of uniform responses.

Roland cracked up at this. These idiotic netizens were quite funny.

However, compared to Roland’s relaxed mood, John Senior and John Junior were not so delighted.

It could even be described as a gloominess of the lowest possible threshold.

When they rode anxiously back to the front of the castle, they found that the elite cavalry regiment that their family had managed to cultivate was almost completely wiped out, most of the men and horses lying on the ground.

The screams of the men and the painful neighing of the horses mingled together, and it was almost tearjerking to hear.

The horses that had tripped and fallen to the ground, with their front legs broken, lay on their sides, screaming helplessly.

Only a few of the cavalrymen who fled too slow were spared, spurring their horses around anxiously beyond the heel ropes.

“You!” John Senior’s face turned extremely cold as he looked ahead at Link, glaring at him gloomily and gritting his teeth as he hacked out these words from his throat: “Golden Sons.”

The voice had a slight hiss to it, cold and gloomy like a viper that had just crawled out of hibernation and was flicking out its tongue.

Link stood in front of the ruined castle gate. The soldiers behind him had taken control of the entire castle.

John Senior saw his wife and daughter, who had been forced to sit on the second-floor balcony.

Although they were not tied up, they looked nervous, stiff, and obviously in great shock.