A battle full of fortuitous encounters came and went quickly. With the timely support of the wizard tower, the crazed Rat Men were eliminated before they could even display their advantages.
Apart from a few lucky ones who managed to escape, the rest were all buried here. The injured were cruelly dealt the finishing blow. In a short dozen minutes of fighting, hundreds of mutilated corpses were created. Large amounts of blood splattered everywhere, dyeing the surrounding buildings and streets black and red. It was slippery and sticky when stepped on, making people feel nauseous.
This was war!
Cruel war!
The most violent, most direct, and most effective way for humans to resolve conflicts!
There was neither so-called justice nor evil, nor was there a blood-boiling scene like in the stories of bards.
There was only efficient slaughter, completely obliterating the conflicting parties from body to spirit. This way, the victorious party would be able to control everything …
After the cruel slaughter, the hidden threat of the Rat Men in Valen City was completely eradicated. Although there were still many young ones left, they were already under André's control and posed no threat at all.
Similarly, the allied noble army on the other side of the battle had also suffered significant losses. Over a hundred elite soldiers had been brutally dismembered, and over fifty had been affected by the explosion of the fireballs, dying on the spot. Around two hundred had been injured.
In particular, those who had been scratched and bitten by the Rat Men had no idea that the terrifying bestial virus had already circulated throughout their bodies through their blood. If they didn't receive timely treatment, they would become one of the Rat Men permanently after twenty-four hours.
Unfortunately, Old George wasn't in the mood to care about the injured. He was more concerned about whether the battle had alarmed the pirates in the castle.
One had to know that there was only a narrow path that could fit four people side by side from the upper city to the highest castle. Once it was sealed, it didn't matter how many people there were.
The only thing he could hope for was for Theresa and her assassins to quietly take care of the sentry towers along the way before the enemy discovered them.
Although Old George had many common flaws of the noble class, such as looking down on sneaky thieves, he couldn't care less now.
Without any hesitation, he walked in front of Theresa and requested in an unusually serious tone, "Madam, I think it's time for you to play your role.
Before the army approaches the intersection, please be sure to clean up all the pirates on guard along the way. If any accident occurs, it may directly lead to the failure of the attack, so you and your men had better be careful. "
"No problem. It's just a small problem. I'll solve it soon." Theresa smiled and agreed without hesitation.
She had always been shrewd, so she had already noticed Old George's attitude, but she didn't flare up immediately.
This was because she knew how important this operation was. She also knew that if the plan to capture the castle was aborted because of her, then the punishment that could come at any time would definitely be ten times more terrifying than death.
"Since that's the case, I'll leave it to you."
Old George bowed slightly in a very gentlemanly manner, meticulously displaying the courtesy unique to aristocrats, which could also be said to be hypocritical.
She sneered inwardly. She covered her face with a veil and gestured to her subordinate elite assassins. Then, she quickly disappeared into the darkness using the light and blind spots.
Relying on the information collected over the decades, she easily found a place to climb on both sides of the cliff, and then used her self-made tools to quietly approach a patrol team of six people.
There was no need for communication at all. Each assassin automatically chose their target, covered the victim's mouth almost at the same time, and stabbed a fatal dagger into the back of the other party's head.
The pitiful pirates didn't even see who killed them, and they didn't even make the slightest sound.
After dealing with the patrol team, Theresa immediately raised her arms and pointed at the five sentry towers on the path that they had to pass through. Her eyes revealed a cold and cruel light. At the same time, she stretched out her thumb and gently drew a line across her neck.
The elite assassins instantly understood and nodded vigorously. They formed groups of three and ran to different sentry towers.
After only ten minutes or so, the torches used for illumination on the five sentry towers were all extinguished, which meant that the pirates left behind were all dead. The road to the castle had been opened, and the next stage was a frontal assault.
The more than five hundred pirates left behind in the castle had no idea that their lives were counting down. The sturdy walls and gates that they were proud of could not withstand the tremendous power of the 24-pounder cannon.
"What?
You said all the sentry towers have been dealt with?
So fast! "
When Old George received the news, he was completely dumbfounded. Even his voice was unconsciously trembling.
There was no doubt that he had a great fear of the woman in front of him who did not look strong, especially her sneaking and assassination ability. Anyone with a sense of crisis would subconsciously have a strong defensive mentality.
Theresa was obviously very satisfied with Old George's expression at the moment. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, and she teased in a playful tone, "Of course, my dear aristocrat.
Assassination, infiltration, and destruction are our specialties. Whether it's a heavily guarded castle or a heavily guarded manor, they can't stop a real assassin.
As long as the master gives the order, even the king will find it difficult to see the sun rise the next day.
Now that my mission is complete, it's your turn. Don't let the master down. "
As the last word fell, she pretended to blink her eyes playfully, and immediately led her men into stealth mode again, leaving Old George hanging in place.
Obviously, this was a naked humiliation and demonstration. If it were some relatively conservative kingdom in the north, it might even lead to a duel and war.
The knight waiting at the side was obviously burning with anger. He clenched his fists and suggested in a low voice, "Earl!
That damned woman is so rude. Aren't you going to do something about it? "
"Do something?
Tell me, what are you planning to do? "The cunning George Mantle glanced at his loyal vassal and asked without batting an eyelid.
"Teach her a lesson!
Let her understand that the dignity and glory of nobles cannot be violated! "The knight raised his iron gloved right hand, showing his determination to defend his honor.
Unfortunately, Old George did not seem to have such plans. He sighed slightly and said, "Forget it. She's André's subordinate. We don't have the qualifications."