Chapter 1061: Patricide

A small number of imperial soldiers fled in all directions, and most of them were driven to Besuwei Castle in an organized manner by the drow elf army.

There are often wars in the underground world, and Mistress Cynthia can be considered a seasoned commander.

Driving away the defeated soldiers in this way is a way to win the snowball on the battlefield - regardless of the large number of emperors, they will be disrupted by their own defeated soldiers.

The enemy's defeated soldiers are sometimes more useful than one's own army.

First, the emotion of fear will be contagious, and the fleeing of defeated soldiers will greatly reduce the morale of the enemy troops who were not in chaos.

Second, if the enemy wants to maintain their formation, they must kill their allies with cruel hands, and there are very few commanders who can make such cruel decisions.

As Mistress Cynthia expected, Nicholas IV did not have such courage. A large number of drow scimitar warriors were the vanguard, and the spider queen priests drove the spider elves, slime monsters and other underground creatures into Besuwei Castle.

"Kill them all! Camilla, take off the heads of Emperor Plantagenet and Duke Besuvius!"

Mistress Cynthia let out a sharp howling sound, and all members of the drow elf army were covered with a layer of bloody light, and their attack speed and movement speed were greatly increased.

However, "Camila" did not appear after Madam Cynthia screamed.

"Camila! Where are you?" Mistress Cynthia's mental fluctuations swept across the battlefield, but she didn't notice it.

Mistress Cynthia instinctively felt something was wrong. She looked at the flag of the Plantagenet Emperor close at hand, gritted her teeth and ordered: "April! You attack with my elite guards and kill the Plantagenet Emperor!"

April is the male companion of Matron Cynthia and a warrior skilled in swordsmanship.

In the society of drow elves, men without strong strength can easily become victims. Moreover, even powerful male warriors had low tribal status. As the fourth husband of the mistress, April is not even qualified to participate in decision-making discussions.

After receiving the order from Mistress Cynthia, April drew out his scimitar and led a group of drow scimitar warriors into the battle group. Like cutting a cake with a sharp knife, this elite force fell under the banner of Nicholas IV in one go.

However, soon April came the shocking news:

"Mistress, Emperor Plantagenet is not here! Here is a substitute!"

Although April didn't know Emperor Plantagenet, it was easy to judge whether it was a substitute. That "Nicholas IV" was mediocre, and he was killed by April without resisting a few moves! But the real Nicholas IV has the power of a lord, and it is by no means so easy to win.

Mistress Cynthia's uneasiness quickly magnified, and she yelled, "Everyone retreat!"

Before the command was spoken, the earth suddenly rumbled and shook! Large groups of green smoke suddenly spread, quickly spreading to every corner of the castle.

...

Besuvius Gold Mine.

Andre stood on a high hill, holding a binoculars, looking at Besuwei Castle in the distance.

The wind blew through his silver-gray hair.

"It's over, the plan is going well."

Andre put away the binoculars, and made an "ok" gesture to August who was waiting below.

August smiled. He held two people in his hands.

Of these two people, one is an old man in white silk pajamas, with a withered body like boiled medicine dregs, panting continuously in his hands; Horror was written all over his face.

"Goodbye, Duke of Besuvius, my cheap father," Auguste laughed, "do you have any last words? Well, if you have any hidden treasures, you can tell me about them."

"The Lord of Light will curse you." Amidst a violent cough, the old man in white silk pajamas cursed weakly.

"Hahaha!"

August laughed loudly,

Throwing the Duke of Besuvius down suddenly, he then bent his knees to push him up. With a crisp crackling sound, Duke Besuwei's spine broke, and his body was bent at ninety degrees. He stared at his cloudy old eyes and lost his breath.

The middle-aged uncle in luxurious clothes that August held in his other hand was almost scared to pee when he saw this scene.

"Calm down, His Majesty 'Emperor' Gulamans," August said with a chuckle, "I won't kill you, because you are still valuable. But if you don't cooperate, don't blame me for being unfeeling."

"You...what do you want?" Nicholas' uncle, younger brother of the old Emperor Plantagenet, and the emperor supported by the old nobles—Gulamans said tremblingly.

"As you can see, my father, Duke Besuvius, died of illness."

August shrugged and said, "Next, I will succeed the Duke of Besuvius."

Gulamans settled down, nodded and said, "Of course, I will issue an order to confer you as the new Duke of Besuvius."

"I need your canonization?" August said with a sneer.

"Then... what do you want me to do?"

August said: "The Xisha province supported your nobles at the beginning and formed an alliance. Counting our Duke of Besuwe, there are seven families in total. As long as you let me control the military power of these seven alliances, I can Let you live."

"Seven? Isn't it eleven?" Gulamans thought that August had made a mistake.

However, the sneer on August's face made Gulamans think of another terrible possibility, and he said with a muffled lips, "The other four... were all cleaned up by you."

"No, they died in the scuffle between the Western Expeditionary Army of the Empire and the underground monsters. It has nothing to do with me." August shrugged, and then changed his expression of viciousness, "In short, you just cooperate with me. What is the problem?"

"No problem!" Gramans responded quickly.

"Just in case, I still have to give you some preparatory measures. Andre!"

Hearing August's cry, Andre jumped down and poured a bottle of potion into Gramans' mouth.

"Ahem..." Gulamans said in horror, "What did you give me to drink?"

"A bottle of medicine that promises to make you obedient. If you are disobedient, you will end up much worse than my cheap father." August laughed.

After sending away the distraught Gramans, August said, "Is everything going according to plan at the castle?"

"Yes, it can be seen that the Western Expeditionary Army of the Empire and the Underground Monster Legion are all covered by the virus of the undead plague." Andre said.

"I don't know if this thing is reliable." August muttered.

"Don't worry, it's absolutely reliable! This is an improved version of the Plague Lord." A man's voice sounded at the exit of the gold mine.

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