Was he supposed to tell his father that these infantrymen were the remaining scumbags of the cavalry and had been idle for ten years, while he had only trained them for a month or two? Any reason was useless. It was because the soldiers he trained had sent them to guard the city gate, but they had actually opened it by themselves in a ridiculous manner. This had even caused the elite archers on the city walls and battlements to risk their lives to stop the other party from bombarding the city gate. It had become a joke.
He had originally planned to let them play a role. After all, in the city gates, all he had to do was hold the city gate open with all their might as long as he could stall for more time. It would be even better if he could stall until the other upper-class noble families of South County arrived.
But now, everything had been messed up by the soldiers he had trained. Even if the soldiers did not open the city gates, based on the current situation, they would not be able to hold on for long. However, this was no longer important. The possibility of him wanting to take control of the army again and take revenge on Baron Kant was already very small.
Viscount Carl Cameron was absentminded for a moment and stared at the goshawk in the sky with Baron Kant on its back. His golden hair fluttering in the wind and the blood-red cloak fluttering behind his back.
At this moment, Baron Kant was extremely dazzling in Carl Cameron's eyes. This guy was a terrifying person who could even split the world baron in half with a single sword strike. He had already become a terrifying existence that even his father, who had always been the greatest hero in his heart, did not dare to confront head-on.
He was too powerful! He stood alone in the sky as if he had trampled the entire Lion Fort on the ground. Viscount Carl Cameron, who was the ruler of Lion Fort other than his father, actually felt that it was natural.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64ce79d606107d003c23ea27", id: "pf-5140-1"})Thinking back to how Baron Kant had humiliated him and the other four top counts of the Dukedom of Leo, treating them as weak insects, Viscount Carl Cameron no longer had the emotions that made his heart feel like it was about to explode.
At the same time, he really could not understand how this guy, who had been treated like a scoundrel since he was young, had even brought thirty ridiculous peasants to the desperate Nahrin Desert, how could he grow to be so powerful and terrifying.
However, the current situation did not allow Viscount Carl Cameron to continue thinking.
His father, Baron Ryan. Isai. Cameron's cold voice rang in his ears, "Carl, go to my fief, Cameron Castle in the demiplane. There is a secret room in my bedroom. This token can help you open the secret room. There is the inheritance of our Cameron family there. If this token starts to emit a gray aura, it means that I am dead."
Baron Ryan. Isai. Cameron looked at Baron Kant's army, who was slowly advancing towards the gate of Lion Fort, handed a gray token to Viscount Carl Cameron and he continued, "There is a one-way teleportation formation in the secret room. If I die, you can escape from that one-way teleportation formation. Remember to bring the inheritance of our family with you. After I die, you can awaken your real name as soon as possible and inherit my title of Baron of the world. At the same time, you can seek refuge with the seniors of the family. If you can return to the World of Isai in the future, and if Baron Kant is still alive at that time, don't forget the hatred of our family!"
Baron Carl Cameron heard Baron Ryan. Isai. Cameron's cold words and understood that it was his father's last words. He could not help but cry. No matter how much his father had changed after he inherited the title of baron of the world and obtained the inheritance of the Cameron family, Carl Cameron could still feel his father's deep love for him.
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"Father, let me go with you. I'm not afraid of death!" Viscount Carl Cameron suddenly felt a surge of hot-blooded courage in his heart and could not help but say.
"Scram!" Baron Ryan. Isai. Cameron suddenly made a move. A thick curse of the power of rules ruthlessly struck Viscount Carl Cameron's body and pushed him far away.
After Kant put away the war spirits, with a thought, the goshawk carried him to the city tower and the battlements. When he moved to the top of the city tower, Kant released 100 war spirits again, but this time, he directly released the war spirits on the city tower and battlements, he sent them to clean up the archers on the city tower and battlements.
The moment the war spirits appeared, the archers on the city tower and battlements were immediately shocked.
There was no reason for heavy cavalries to appear on the city tower and battlements with their horses. This was simply subverting the understanding of this group of archers towards the world, cutting off their frequent battles with the demon army, they had also never encountered such a strange situation.
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Facing an army that their arrows could not break through, what could they do?
"Shoot! Shoot! At such a close distance, we will definitely be able to shoot them to death!" The leader of the archers shouted, at this moment, even if they were in a desperate situation, as long as they were not dead, they would fight to the death with these heavy cavalries. It was just like how they fought against the demon army.
Ever since they became soldiers, they knew that this day would come sooner or later. In the past, they had always thought that they would die at the hands of the demons. But today, they realized that they were probably going to die at the hands of a group of heavy cavalries who were even more bizarre and unpredictable than the demons.
The power of war did not say anything and continued to kill in silence. On the city walls and battlements, there was only the sound of hooves trampling on the greenstone bricks on the ground, the swishing sound of arrows flying out, the buzzing sound of bowstrings vibrating. There were also the miserable howls of the archers before they died.
Just as the archers had expected, they had no way of dealing with this almost inhuman army. These 100 war spirits were like a group of killing machines, silently but abnormally fast killing, it didn't look like they would feel tired and afraid. In the face of the killing, in the face of the fresh lives that had died under their knights' swords, they remained silent and ruthless.
"What a perfect group of battlefield killers!" Seeing the efficient slaughter of the war spirits, they could not help but praise it.
