Roland's task at this stage has been completed, and the rest depends entirely on the performance of Hawke and Link.
Even with the expertise of 'Roland's Enthusiasm', which has a double mana regeneration effect, he will not have any combat effectiveness for at least three hours.
Two self-destructing fireballs completely emptied his blue bar, and the magic backlash caused by the empty blue bar directly formed a 'negative state' recognized by the system.
'Severe magic backlash: You have extremely overdrawn your mental power, so you cannot use any magic for three hours. '
There is also a small icon at the back, which is responsible for indicating how much time is left in this negative state.
Roland just tried it out of disbelief to see if he really couldn't use magic, but his head hurt so much that his cheeks almost cramped.
At this time, in Jet's live broadcast room, the chat history started to flood the screen.
"Let me go, this Lin Keyin, even if he tripped the horse rope, he actually covered it up with mud." '
'Isn't this normal operation? '
'As a grassland person, I despise this kind of behavior that does not love horses (dog heads). '
'I was just thinking that all this horse meat was wasted. It can be steamed, boiled, stir-fried or roasted. It is all delicious. What a pity. '
'No, don't you feel speechless? It's another tactic of stealing someone's home, can't they just attack in an open and honest manner? If you keep fighting in this sneaky way, people will become vulgar. Especially that Roland, who always blasts open other people's city gates with magic. Isn't that interesting? '
"I'll go, there's something wrong with the people upstairs. Roland and the others are less than half the number of the other party. They don't have any armor or weapons. They still use stones and stone-throwing spears." In this case, you actually said you wanted to fight openly and honestly. It's a funny brain show. '
'If I were Roland, I'd find it interesting. '
'+1'
Another neat response.
Roland laughed out loud, these netizens were very interesting.
But compared with Roland's relaxation, Old John and Little John were not so happy.
It can even be described as ultra-low pressure gloomy.
When they anxiously rushed back to the castle on horseback, they found that the fine tax cavalry regiment that their family had finally cultivated was almost completely destroyed, and most of the people and horses were lying on the ground.
The screams of people and the painful neighing of horses were mixed together, making people almost cry.
The horse that was tripped to the ground, with its front hooves broken, lay on its side, screaming helplessly.
Only a few of the slower cavalry survived, riding their horses restlessly back and forth outside the stumbling ropes.
"You guys!" Old John looked at Link in front of him, his face became extremely cold. He glared at Link sullenly, gritted his teeth and spit out one word from his throat: "Son of Gold."
The voice had a hint of hiss, and was as cold as a snake that had just crawled out of hibernation and kept sticking out its tongue.
Link stood in front of the destroyed castle door, and the soldiers behind him had taken control of the entire castle.
Old John had already seen his wife and daughter, who were forced to sit on the balcony on the second floor.
Although they were not tied up, their expressions were tense, their bodies were stiff, and they were obviously very frightened.
Old John dismounted, took two steps forward, and said angrily: "You are rebelling. Put down the weapons in your hands and accept the punishment you deserve. Otherwise, you will be enemies of the entire noble team in the future. .”
"You cannot represent the entire aristocratic class." Link smiled: "I have heard threats like this too many times, and they have no nutrition at all. Let's talk about something more substantial."
Little John also jumped off the horse, and he interrupted and roared: "Link, I treated you as my friends before, and this is how you repay us?"
Taking the blame and occupying the moral high ground are common debating techniques among nobles.
"Repay you?" Link tilted his head. He was obviously a man, but he looked very cute: "What did you do to benefit us? Did you give us a job, gave us a salary, or gave us life? You What this man says is really interesting. Do you think you are a noble and aloof, and showing a smile to ordinary people like us is a great gift?"
Little John's face turned dark.
Link was indeed right. Little John always believed that he was good to the common people because the nobles were proud and did not want him to be on the same level as the common people.
He believed that the goodwill he had given to Roland and his golden sons the previous two times was also a great gift to them.
But he never felt that there was any obvious malice directed at Roland and the others in his behavior.
Old John stopped Little John. He glared at Link, suppressed his anger, and said slowly: "What problem do you want to talk about."
"Now that we have won, we want to make a contract. After all, we are all people who love life and do not want the battle to expand too much." Link continued to smile.
"What contract."
"A non-aggression treaty. At the same time, you must compensate us with enough gold coins."
"This is impossible!" Old John said every word.
Link smiled happily: "This is Hawke's idea. I don't agree with it at first. At this time, I have to root out the roots, but who calls him the vice president? I can only listen to him. Old City Lord, you I’m not willing to accept this regulation. I’m the happiest person. Do you want to think about it again and don’t make me so happy?”
Shit, there must be something mentally wrong with this Golden Son.
Seeing the slight distortion in Link's smile, Old John became even more angry.
At this time, a large number of messy footsteps came from behind. It turned out that hundreds of city guards were rushing over. After all, two legs could not run as fast as four legs.
With the soldiers by his side, John felt more confident. He waved his hand and shouted: "Assault with the whole army, kill them all."
Little John was shocked: "Father, mother and sister are still in their hands. If they do something..."
"Don't worry, kid, I'll teach you another lesson." Old John looked at his wife and daughter and said calmly: "Women are indeed meant to be hurt, but at critical moments, they have to sacrifice for the family. Their obligations. They usually eat well, wear well, and don’t need to worry about anything. This kind of good life is a price that must be paid at the appropriate time."
What else did Little John want to say: "But..."
Old John waved his hand coldly: "If I hesitate this time, all my enemies will use this method to force me to submit. You have to remember that once you become the city lord in the future, you must at least do this. There’s no emotional weakness.”
Little John looked at his mother and sister not far away, turned his head and closed his eyes helplessly.
The infantrymen behind him passed by him like running water.
Link took a step back, and more than a hundred beggar soldiers rushed out from behind him. One group set up thick wooden square shields first, while the other group hid behind the large shields with guns, only passing their spears through the gap. Got out.
Old John's eyes narrowed: Gun shield formation!
This time, the door was blocked. It is almost impossible to break into the castle.
Where did these beggar soldiers get their weapons? The tip of every spear is made of iron.