[Hadra Tower] In the palace, King Bazer, who was holding a regular meeting to discuss this year's tax issue, soon received a report from his attendants - Archbishop Nord was outside the palace and asked for a very urgent matter. .
Then, before King Bazel could reply, Harold said with a smile.
"It seems that this war has come to an end! Where is Archduke Kliman? Didn't he come back with him? Isn't he still in the earldom killing the mining slaves who are hiding?"
Having said this, Harold triumphantly turned to look at his younger brother Hattar. He wanted to see the helpless and furious expression on his face, but unexpectedly found that Hattar also had a smile on his face, as if he was congratulating him. He becomes the next king.
The attendant lowered his head and did not reply to Harold's question.
"Invite people in." Bazel said in a deep voice. He had already keenly realized from the attendant's reaction that things might not be that simple.
The door of the palace soon opened, and Archbishop Nord quickly walked into the hall, with a look of fear on his face. Also coming in were more than 20 people with uneven armor, covered with dust and Bloodstained Knight...
At this time, even Harold, who was belatedly aware of the situation, realized something was wrong.
"Mr. Bishop, what happened? Could it be that the battle situation on the front line is unfavorable?" Harold asked eagerly.
The worst situation he could think of was that Archduke Rickman was ambushed by the mining slaves and suffered heavy losses. Then the archbishop ran back to the palace for support...
"There is no front line now, Your Highness Harold! Archduke Kliman is dead, and several marquis and earls have not been able to escape. They went to conquer the mine slaves and more than 10,000 people. I am afraid that only a few of us are left. No!" Nord shook his head bitterly.
He was by Kliman's side when he fell off his horse. After hesitating for a second between rescuing the opponent and protecting himself and bringing the information back to the capital, Nord decisively chose the latter!
After all, this news is so important!
Kliman is dead? The entire army of 15,000 elite troops was wiped out?
After hearing these two pieces of news, Harold was confused and almost fainted.
All the nobles present were equally shocked and disbelieving, almost wondering if the bishop was joking with them.
For this battle for the crown prince, the eldest prince's supporters used all their strength. In addition to more than 10,000 private soldiers and 2,000 cavalry, they also had the help of church priests and bishops.
When these people gathered outside the royal capital before, everyone was a little worried that the other party would suddenly turn around and stage a palace coup.
Who can destroy such a powerful army?
Even King Bazel, who was sitting on the throne, couldn't help but stand up, his eyes widened, looking at Nord and the knights below like a lion.
"You must be lying, this is absolutely impossible!" Harold's eyes turned red, and he stretched out his hand to grab Nord's collar, roaring hoarsely. "Those lowly slaves with hoes and mine manuscripts, even with the most despicable and despicable means, will never be able to defeat my pro-army!"
"It's a pity, but that's the truth. Your Highness Harold..." Nord struggled to break away from Harold's restraints, and then under the gaze of everyone, he recounted what happened on the battlefield a few days ago. Said it again.
The knights next to him also stumbled and added. They had personally experienced the tragic scene of being attacked by muskets, artillery and white phosphorus bombs.
Although they were lucky enough to escape from the battlefield, the hell-like scene was engraved in their hearts, so their stories were inevitably exaggerated.
For example, when they were charging, a large group of well-equipped regular legions suddenly appeared among the ragged mine slaves, holding extremely powerful witchcraft in their hands, which seemed to be able to control the power of thunder and fire.
They only heard bursts of thunderous sounds, and their companions fell down in rows like wheat...
The rain of fire all over the sky is even more terrifying, just like the fire of hell in the endless abyss in the Bible. Once it is contaminated, it will be like maggots on the tarsal bones, burning people to death...
Nord's story with more than 20 knights made everyone present shudder, but there were also questions!
"Archbishop Nord, you just said that there were thousands of rebels who suddenly appeared, and each one of them owned a witchcraft? Those believers of the evil god hiding underground may all add up. Not that many!" A nobleman from the kingdom said questioningly.
Although there are rumors that those wizards are bewitched by devils and evil gods, possess unimaginable power, and do horrific things, they are not fools who are easily fooled.
Even some nobles have privately had some contact with wizards who master magical magic, and can clearly distinguish what is alchemical items and what is magic.
And no matter how powerful a wizard is, there are limits. How can he cast spells for more than ten minutes without stopping?
The voices of doubt continued one after another, and even became more and more intense, but there was a hint of fear in these voices, because they were unwilling to believe that this was true, so it could only be a lie!
"I dare to swear to the Lord that everything I said is true and there is absolutely no lie!" Nord's roar was deafening, suppressing all the questioning voices in the hall.
If a cleric is willing to swear in the name of God, it means that he cannot be lying!
Nord's angry words shattered everyone's last illusion... This meant that their enemies had almost completely defeated nearly half of the kingdom's elite troops led by Duke Kliman!
The whole hall fell into a deathly silence, and fear spread like a plague in the hall. Kliman and so many elites were defeated and the entire army was destroyed. If the other party came to the royal capital, how could they? Isn't it just a matter of provocation?
Harold felt like he was mourning for his heir, standing stiffly in the hall. All his soldiers and supporters were killed and injured in this war. He knew that he was finished...
King Bazel's complexion was also pale, and he stumbled and fell on the throne behind him, making people doubt that he would jump over him in the next moment.
"Your Majesty the King!"
The attendants on both sides wanted to step forward to help, but Bazel waved his hand to stop him. He forced his body to look at Nord with a slight trembling, and said in a trembling voice.
"What about Cardinal Ansiuk? Does he know the news?"
