Chapter 608 (1/2)
Chapter 608: Coldwind Ridge
Translator: TransN Editor: TransN
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Soli Daal satisfactorily went through the broken castle gate and entered the castle of Coldwind Town.
Just three days to take Coldwind Ridge? Apart from the two days he spent on the road, it only took him several minutes to break through the little town’s city wall. Of course, that muddy fence could hardly be called a city wall. The few guards just fled without making any official resistance after two of them were slashed by the Judgement Army and fell to the ground.
Is this the town guarding the border area?
Kingdom of Graycastle is nothing more powerful than that.
The only thing that upset him was when the church army was only halfway down the mountain, smoke came out of the Beacon Tower below as if they had known the church army was coming to attack the town.
Although sooner or later residents in the other domains of the Northern Region would be alerted, what made Soli angry was the disrespect the townsmen held toward the church—they had treated the army from Holy City as enemies beforehand, which showed their long-held sacrilege. Soli dispatched a squad of Judgement Army to head to the Beacon Tower, in order to arrest some soldiers for interrogation before hanging them.
“This way please, my lord.” The knight leading the way said in a trembling voice. With swords putting on their necks, those knights did not show any courage, nor did they try to protect their lord. Instead, they instantly knelt down and pledged alliance to the church.
Those soldiers without a belief are just ugly, weak, and hapless. They’re nothing compared with the Judgement Warriors who fight for the deities.
After killing several guards on the way, the Judgement Army broke into the study of the Lord of Coldwind Ridge and sealed every window which might serve as an exit, although Soli did not think the lord had the courage to escape through a window at all. Soli slowly walked into the study, looking at the lord gradually slump on a chair with a pale face.
“Good afternoon, Lord Kevan Matten.”
“How, how dare you break into Coldwind Ridge… Does Holy City want to make enemy with Kingdom of Graycastle openly?”
“He’s done,” Soli thought, “Fear has completely possessed him.” Through the decades of defending against demonic beasts at Hermes, the archbishop had developed a unique ability, which was to relish fear. Some people could convert fear into the desire of survival, while others would only be devoured by fear. Converting fear into the desire of survival was regarded as the essential quality for a Judgement Warrior to be promoted to a member of the God’s Punishment Army. Those who were devoured by fear would be eventually obsolete in the endless atrocious wars.
Kevan was obviously among the latter.
“That’s right. Haven’t you known it long before?”
“What? No! I don’t know what you mean…”
“It’s too late to regret, my lord.” Soli interrupted him. “You offered high prices for grains and forbade merchants to go to Holy City. Don’t tell me you did that on a whim. The King of Graycastle wants to turn Coldwind Ridge into an outpost for the war against Holy City. So, naturally, you can’t blame us for an early counterattack.”
“This is a groundless accusation.” Kevan shook his head repeatedly. “I didn’t do any of what you accused me of. The king has never sent ambassadors to Coldwind Ridge, not to mention to launch an attack against Hermes!”
“It’s OK that you don’t admit. Supreme Pontiff has his method to find out the information he wants in your head. It’ll do you no good if things have to go that far. So, you’d better tell me everything you know now.”
“I, I really didn’t do that. You can’t wrongfully accuse me.” He shrunk his obese body a bit and said, “I’m the Lord of Coldwind Ridge, an Earl of Kingdom of Graycastle! What you did has violated the ‘Agreement on the Months of the Demons’!”
“Enough. You deserve it.”