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In the forest outside Belgreid, Darian was covered in blood, with several crossbow bolt holes still visible on his left shoulder.

Protecting thirty-odd people out of the city was more difficult than he had imagined. There were always a few rebels hiding in the shadows shooting arrows and fools who would run away at the sight of the enemy.

Fortunately, Darian was online and did his best to complete the mission. Only a few people who disobeyed orders were injured, and no one died.

Even so, the injured still complained bitterly about Darian, saying they would send him to prison when they reached the capital.

The soldiers stationed in the forest quickly brought the group to their camp, distributed food to them, and provided medical treatment.

Since there were very few soldiers who knew how to use healing spells, Darian ordered them to treat the wounded hostages first.

He found a tree stump to sit on, and several soldiers brought him bandages and medicine to treat his wounds.

After drinking a bottle of the treatment medicine, a thin scab began to form on the blood hole in my shoulder.

At that moment, a dazzling ball of light shot into the sky and exploded above the central castle of Belgreid.

"It's a signal! It's a signal! Lady Louise did it! Everyone mount up and charge into the city!"

The once quiet military camp instantly erupted in activity. Soldiers mounted their horses one after another, the sound of hooves thundering like raindrops, and the dust they kicked up formed a trail of smoke that spread toward Belgrade.

In a moment of excitement, Darian suddenly stood up, intending to rush forward with his knife, but his newly healed wound immediately reopened.

"Captain, you can rest! Lady Louise is in the city, everything will be alright."

Darian reluctantly sat back down, watching the cavalry slowly charge into the city.

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"Damn it! What the hell are you doing?! If you want to play, go queue up!"

A naked rebel was kicked off a woman's corpse and, enraged, cursed.

"Stop playing around! A lot of cavalry have suddenly appeared outside the city gates! Reinforcements from the capital have arrived!"

Upon hearing this, the rebel soldier instantly turned pale with fright and hurriedly pulled up his pants: "Then, what do we do? Fight, fight?"

"Fight my ass! How can you fight them in armor with your shirt off? Go find Lord Dono!"

The rebels standing on the city wall quickly pulled out their crossbows and fired at the cavalry below, but were soon shot dead by the soldiers.

The cavalry charged into the city, galloping along the streets. They would cut down any rebels who hadn't managed to escape, or let their iron cavalry trample them to death.

The majority of the remaining rebels surged toward the castle, and at that moment, Dono's black magic became their hope.

When the capital army first invaded, the situation was similar to what it is now.

Dono let everyone hide in the castle, and then he went outside and single-handedly inflicted heavy casualties on the royal army, forcing them to retreat in disarray.

This time will certainly be no exception; Lord Dono will use his great dark magic to make all his enemies pay the price!

But when they excitedly fled to the foot of the castle, they were greeted by rubble and huge holes in the castle's outer wall.

"What... what happened here? Was there this big hole before?"

Immediately afterwards, a rebel soldier discovered the charred corpse in the corner. Upon closer inspection, he was terrified:

"Lord Dono is dead!"

"What the hell are you talking nonsense?!"

The rebels rushed over upon hearing the sound, and gasped when they saw the half-familiar face.

"Pulsey! That guy can use dark magic too! Let's go find him!"

Without a moment's mourning for Donovan's death, the rebels immediately found a new source of inspiration.

Although this dark magician, who was trained by the same master as Dono, was disliked by the rebels because of his cruel nature, he was the only one who could turn the tide in this situation. These peasants were no match for the regular army.

A noisy group of people poured into the castle through the hole, but the further they went, the more uncertain they became.

Who killed Lord Dono? If even Lord Dono is dead, surely Pulsi wouldn't be...?

Although they were filled with anxiety, they had no other choice now. Surrendering would only lead to their death, so they might as well go to the hostages and fight them to the death.

After climbing a few flights of stairs, they ran into Louisa, who was leading the hostages to safety.

"Ha! A bunch of shrimp soldiers and crab generals, Lady Louisa, wipe them all out! Remember to leave a few for me to vent my anger!"

Louisa had just taken them to the kitchen to get some food, and Woody was now full of energy.

"Alright, your wish will be granted." Louisa raised her wand and cast several buffs on Woody:

⌈Armored Skin⌋, ⌈Lightning Speed⌋, ⌈Enhanced Perception⌋, ⌈Divine Power⌋

The enhanced Woody was instantly filled with fighting spirit and roared as he charged toward the rebels.

"Overestimating your abilities!" The rebels drew their swords and slashed down heavily.

The blade struck Woody's forehead, but it felt like hitting a rock, the impact causing his hands to ache.

"Take this punch from your grandpa!" Woody delivered a straight punch to the face, shattering a piece of the rebel's skull, his entire fist embedded in the face.

Woody snatched the machete and spun around haphazardly in the crowd like a top, hacking and slashing, his body instantly splattered with blood.

Seeing Woody rampaging through the enemy ranks as if he were in an empty field, the hostages standing behind Louisa could no longer sit still.

"Lady Louisa! Please strengthen us as well!"

"We want to join the battle too!"

……

Louisa welcomed all of them, giving them all boosts, even the frail old scholar received a buff, allowing him to experience the thrill of fighting on the battlefield.

The rebels' knives were worn down and they couldn't break through the defenses. They were forced to retreat in defeat and eventually had no choice but to surrender.

But the hostages, who had suffered so much humiliation for so many days, didn't care about any of that and continued to beat them to death. Some even went around examining corpses with knives.

The rebels had no choice but to flee the castle, where they were subsequently slaughtered by the arriving cavalry.

The Wangdu army hung the prepared flags on the city walls, and the fully armed soldiers gripped their swords tightly, searching for the remaining rebels in the town's secluded alleys in groups of three.

The hostages were happily taken away by the soldiers, but Louisa did not go with them.

She remembered that the Duke of Melisandre's son was still in the castle, so she took Falley back to the castle to continue searching for him.

Finally, in the Duke of Melisandre's bedroom, they found the demented boy and the old butler covered in blood.

Upon seeing Louisa's arrival, the old butler's blood-stained face broke into a relieved smile: "Anta of the Roel family pays his respects to you, Lady Louisa. Your arrival here suggests that the reinforcements from the capital have already achieved victory, haven't they?"

Louisa nodded. "The rebels were all killed."

"That's wonderful, may the Holy Emperor bless you." The old steward closed his eyes in relief, his breathing gradually weakened, and he died.

The boy lay on the ground stained with his mother's blood, licking it repeatedly, tears streaming down his face.