Similar night attacks lasted for several days.

With the Sulu formation, the people from the northern border were in a huge panic when the knights who fought back were basically gone but never returned.

Because this is really unsolvable!

How can a fourth-level professional fight guerrillas and let the opponents who don’t even have the third level resist?

This is equivalent to adults bullying children, and its nature is similar to Emon's previous conspiracy in the capital and the killing of Duke Liszt.

The strategy is not very clever, but with enough strength to ensure implementation, it creates a nightmare that the enemy can't helplessly no matter how hard they struggle!

In the recent time, Sulu even ignited the granary of the people in the northern border, causing the other party to fall into a desperate situation.

At that time, Sulu felt that as long as the city could run out of more than a thousand troops, it might be possible to achieve a feat of over ten thousand!

Unfortunately, after a long battle, the elites in the Rose Castle have reached their limits.

As for ordinary militias? If you want to complete the night attack, you are afraid that it is not the possibility that you will get lost by yourself, so you can only give up in disappointment.

Therefore, after several considerations, the Messiah and Shakr gave up this very attractive proposal.

Anyway, judging from the decline of the Northern Army at this time, it won’t take long to retreat or collapse.

At that time, if you pursue the tail of your head during the day, you will also achieve great results.

...

Inside the coach's tent.

Grand Duke Frak looked older.

"Sulhu Portley is here!"

"He killed several honorary nobles."

"We can't do this, we have to leave..."

A large amount of discussion gathered and eventually turned into fear.

‘Have you reached...this level?’

He waved his hand powerlessly, asked everyone to retreat, and sighed and rubbed his temples: "Even if it is death, it cannot make me surrender!"

"What a respectable belief, sir!"

A man in a robe with a public face walked out of the shadow.

"Who are you?"

Grand Duke Frank was alert and held the hilt of the sword.

"Nobody! Someone just brought a proposal... Duke, do you want to avenge Sulu Portley?" asked the man in gray with a expressionless face.

"Who is behind you?"

Grand Duke Frank was still alert.

"Nothing this matters. What's important is that your death will add a very heavy weight to revenge... to increase the other party's fate of death..."

The man in gray robe continued.

"My death...you said I will die here?"

Grand Duke Frank's face darkened, and he was silent for a long time before asking, "What are your plans?"

"If you want to destroy a person, you must first make him crazy!"

The man in a gray robe said in a indifferent voice: "This is the beginning of a curse ritual... It will slowly brew and eventually bring a madness and death to your enemies. The first sacrifice is your life!"

"Let me curse my enemies with my life?"

Frank sneered: "Do you think I'll agree?"

"It is your 'death life', I know both that Sulu Portley will not give you a chance to go back to the north... The Western border is destined to be your death."

The man in gray slowly retreated into the darkness: "Someone took his leave...the transaction has been valid."

When Frank looked again, he found that the other party's body had melted into a shadow and disappeared. He couldn't help but clench his fists: "Damn wizard!"

Because of the existence of extraordinary power, it is a great obstacle to the centralization of the monarch. Even though he himself has trained as a knight, he is still quite hostile to disobedient extraordinary individuals.

Of course, the knight class basically focused this hostility on the wizards, but did not consider that their own existence was also an important factor that obstructed centralization!

...

A few days later, on the battlefield.

Nearly 20,000 people fought together.

Sulu was wearing heavy armor and led a number of knights to serve as pioneers.

With his physical fitness at this time, even if he had added 100 kilograms of armor, it felt like he was wearing a thick dress. He held a three-meter-long spear and wielded it, and knights continued to die.

Behind their "sharp knife", there are about three thousand soldiers, which is the limit that Rose Fort can be collected.

But at this time, although the enemy had about 10,000, he had experienced many night attacks, his morale dropped greatly, and his food route was cut off. Even the matter of collecting on-site was too much done before, so he could no longer do it.

With the premise of taking advantage, we will certainly be a joyful victory.

Thousands of people dispersed the army of tens of thousands, chasing them like ducks. The broken flags fell to the ground, and screams and wailing sounds were everywhere.

Basically, after entering the pursuit battle, the situation is difficult to reverse, and the time for garbage sweeping is entered.

Sulu rode a horse and carried out fixed-point clearance.

As long as he is a formal knight or above or a wizard, there is no possibility of survival in his eyes.

"This time, you must win the Duke of the North to be considered perfect."

This man is a waste, abiding by rigid rules, and Sulu gave him so long that he did not win over a few powerful extraordinary people.

Although according to the unspoken rules among the nobles, even in war, such a large amount of "enemy head" would be better to be captured, Sulu didn't care about these things at all.

Shakr strongly demanded that this prisoner of sufficient weight be captured and could make the northern border surrender without bloodshed, but the Messiah did not seem to want to let go of the "culprit" who forced her mother to death.

"The flag of Grand Duke Frank...is there."

Sulu saw a cavalry team, his eyes lit up and he chased after him.

"Protect the Grand Duke!"

Although he had only one person, the Knights opposite still roared in grief and anger, leaving a team of people to stop him.

"Get out!"

Sulu swung his spear freely, killing the knight attendants who rushed over one by one, jumped off the horse and flashed a few times, and then chased into a forest.

Even though they had already been defeated, the people from the North were still very loyal and surrounded by Grand Duke Frank.

The grand duke took off his helmet, got some blood stains on his body, and was sitting upright on a tree stump, quietly waiting for his destiny.

"Meet again, Grand Duke!"

Sulu's figure appeared and he saluted his chest.

He raised his hand, and several blood flowers flew away, and the guard was smashed out.

"Sulhu Portley... When I was in the North, I hated me so much that I didn't execute you directly!"

Grand Duke Frank stood up and stared at Sulu like a wolf.

"Even then, you can't kill me."

Sulu shrugged: "Are you going to surrender?"

"The running wolf will never surrender!"

Grand Duke Frank thought of the emergency meeting just now and looked at Sulu: "In the name of Frank Mithis, I curse you! The crazy slaughter..."

puff!

After emitting a resentful curse, he took out a black broken sword and slashed hard at his neck.
Chapter completed!