130 Roland Who Completely Exterminated His Own Teammates (1/2)
It was very difficult to burn down a castle.
After all, the building materials are all stone.
But what happens when six players, each using their Backpacks, load up on a 2x2x2 volume of a special flammable substance, something that resembles coal, but burns more efficiently than coal?
The consequence was that a castle was set on fire.
”Hahahahahahahahahaha!”
Such a strange laugh came out of Bettel, who clutched his hair wildly with both hands, his face flushed, his pupils dilated, seemingly about to pop out of their eye sockets.
Looking at him, everyone around felt shivery and backed away slowly.
It was natural for him to react this way.
A castle like this could only be built slowly with the efforts of at least three generations of their family. And there were many precious things in the castle, such as collected gems and gold coins—with this fire, the efforts of several generations could have been burned to nothing.
Most importantly, the castle was their last line of defense, and a noble with a castle and a noble without a castle were two different concepts.
If even the castle fell, then it meant that the family was going to be in decline.
Bettel really couldn't accept this. It was supposed to be a celebratory banquet today—the Gray Eyes resistance was no more, the woman that he used as a tool was gone too—two good things together should have been a much happier matter. How did it turn out this way?
With strands of hair ripped out of his scalp, Bettel's expression grew more and more twisted, the corners of his mouth had white saliva running out of them, and his eyes looked like they were about to turn psychotic. At this time, Wade, who had been following beside him, came up and slapped Bettel hard in the face, cursing angrily. ”What are you waiting for? Give the order to put out the fire.”
The slap was heavy, and the clear sound of it could be heard for dozens of meters around.
The five red marks on Bettel's face quickly swelled.
However, this also made him much soberer.
Gratefully looking at Wade, Bettel bellowed to the side, ”The second and fourth regiments stay behind to defend, the others follow me back to the castle immediately to put out the fire. Exterminate the enemy within the city! One silver coin for every enemy killed.”
The castle was definitely not going to be saved, but he was going to salvage as much as he could.
Bettel rushed down the wall with a group of soldiers in the direction of the castle. Now that he was much more awake, he didn't take all of the soldiers from the walls.
Hearing the sound of the heavy impact coming from the rear, Bettel couldn't help but look back, just in time to see countless pieces of rubble exploding on the walls. Some of it reached his vicinity.
He instinctively clenched his hands into fists.
Allie! You b**ch!
How dare you bring people back to trouble me. When I get through this…
Wade, who was next to him, immediately interrupted his declaration of hatred: ”What are you waiting for, Bettel, get moving.”
Bettel turned his body upright and spurred his horse to run toward the burning castle.
On the front side of the castle gate, the players couldn't help but cheer as they watched another rock hit accurately.
The player in charge of calibrating the firing line laughed proudly. ”I'm so damn awesome.”
But then the players let out another cheerful cry.
Because even though the view was blocked by the wall, the black pillar of smoke that rose up in the distance appeared in their eyes.
”It's a success, those six bandits have successfully taken down the house.”
”Sending them to lurk in the city in advance was indeed correct.”
”There are clearly fewer guards on the city walls now.”
”Proceed to the next step, proceed to the next step, break the city gates.”
The players' cheerful discussion stopped here, and everyone's attention was focused on the black-robed man in the middle of the first row.
This was Roland.
He took a few steps forward, took out the magic staff from his Backpack, and pointed it in front.