The Release That Witch
Chapters 117's

This was the first time Carter had seen combat.

The ranks of over three hundred knights were not even able to scratch the edge of their defensive line, instead, they had been completely destroyed.

Until the end, they had even failed to get inside the fifty meters distance of – it was the fire line of the hunting team, only when the enemy had come closer than fifty meters were they allowed to open fire.

Four cannons had stopped the enemy's attack at a distance of only a hundred meters. Over a distance of one hundred and fifty to one hundred meters, lay a row of twenty disordered corpses, as if they had smashed into a wall. And these people, like himself, belonged to the category of the strongest fighter, the Knights; otherwise, they would never be able to control their horses under the sound of gunfire.

In the end, Carter was happy that he wasn't one of them. He felt a faint premonition that the future battle would become very different, and it was only a matter of time, until Roland Wimbledon the ruler of such a powerful force would aspire to the throne and aim to become king.

When the First Army members saw the bloody battlefield, they became dizzy and began to vomit or have other adverse reactions. But this was not the reaction they would show if they personally killed the enemy during close combat, either, the sense of deterrence brought about by killing someone remotely was much less when compared to killing someone with a knife, their reaction could not't be considered critical. Carter chooses a set of people from his own team to retrieve the severed limbs and return them with corpses, while still searching for the living.

The sun gradually fell behind the mountains, and as Carter looked up at the blood-red sky, and the distant forest with weeping crows, he was suddenly struck by a dull and gloomy feeling.

The Knight Era is over.

...

Duke Ryan is still not healing.

He couldn't understand how he might lose, even more to a line of defense as thin as an onion's skin, usually enough to poke him with just one finger to pass through it, but today. , the knights who escaped were as if they were directly facing the Devil. In fact, he could not even blame them for the attack under the command of his elite knights.

His personal guards even had to cut down some people so that the mercenaries who had fled blindly did not approach the Duke's position. But he couldn't do anything more, no matter how much he shouted, he couldn't bring together the defeated ones once more. In desperation, even Duke Ryan had to retreat with a stream of people fleeing, and their mindless escape only stopped after they crossed nearly ten miles.

When night fell, the Duke chose a place close to the riverbank for camping. Even after setting up torches to lead the separated knights and mercenaries back to their camps, most of their people were still missing. Worse still, the free man without hesitation left the cart with food, so tonight they had to slaughter some horses to make rations.

The five nobles huddled together, inside the camp's biggest tent, looking with terrified expressions towards Duke Ryan, yet even he was not in a better condition.

"Who can tell me, what kind of new weapon are they using? They are much better than bows, and they don't seem to throw stones like with a slingshot," Duke began to speak, as he glanced at Rene, ”You are also standing at the very front, too, tell me what you saw?”

"My master, I. I can't see anything clearly" Rene replied, "I just know that every time this roar is heard, our people will fall down, especially when it sounded for the last time, it seemed like the rushing knight had been struck by an invisible wall. Next I also saw how their heads and arms were separated from their bodies, as if ..." he thought for a moment, "we are like eggs dropped from as high as the city walls.”

"Is that the power of a witch?" Count earl whispered in fear.

"No," the Duke replied, "My knights are wearing the Stone of God's Retaliation, so the power of witches is unlikely to hurt them! We were not attacked by witches, in front of those stones, they were nothing more than ordinary women.

"Oh, right, sir," suddenly Rene spoke up, as if remembering something. "Before I heard a loud explosion, I saw how the carts were standing in line, they had large iron pipes, giving off red lights and clouds of smoke."

"Iron pipe? What red light and what smoke? Doesn't that sound like a ceremonial barrel?" Count Elk asked with much hesitation in his voice.

"The ceremonial song will never be able to kill the knight," Count Honeysuckle said. "No matter what the Prince used, it was strong enough to defeat all of us. So what do we do next?"

Hearing this, Duke Ryan glared at him, the sound of the word "defeat" was ear-piercing. "We didn't lose" he said. "Battle alone does not decide war. We just need to reach the fortress, there I can gather other forces, while at the same time I will also sever the trade from the Redwater River."

Without dietary supplements, Border Town would not be able to survive for another month, and once she dared to bring the villagers out, my knights would storm them from all sides and in the end, defeat her.

Eventually, the victory would be his, as he wished, but the losses he had suffered could not be replaced with just such a small town ... his dream to take over the North turned out to be just a bubble. . Damnit damnit! If I am going to capture that Roland Wimbledon, I must make sure to cut it into millions of pieces!

"But my Lord, the fleet that crossed the Redwater River not only came from us, there were also ships from Willow City, Fallen Dragon Back, and Red Water City. If we cut everything, don't we..." Count Honeysuckle was obviously unsure.

"I'll buy them all; it doesn't matter to whom they sell. As long as they received their money, they would be satisfied," the Duke said in a cold voice, "Now everyone should go back to their own tents and go to sleep, tomorrow morning we should get up early and walk further with the knights. Everyone who had no horses would stay behind to lead the mercenaries.

No one can line up at night, even if the 4th Prince intends to chase after us. He could only start at dawn, the first enemy he would encounter was mercenaries, he thought, even if that group of trash collapsed at the first meeting, he thought, I still have a lot of people who will fight for me.

Throughout the next day, the Duke did not receive any news of the 4th Prince following. To confirm the news, he sent his trusted aide to expand the reach of the search, but they all came back with the same news. This eventually made him feel a little relieved, most likely this new weapon had the same problem as our trebuchet, was too heavy to transport and could only be used to survive. Relying solely on a group of miners with their sticks, he did not dare to act so recklessly.

At three in the afternoon, the Duke had ordered his knights to stop on that day, waiting for the people behind him to catch up. By dusk, the mercenaries and the freedmen could finally catch up to the remaining 66 knights. And then they all became busy setting up a hastily erected circle of tents.

He just needs to hang on for the night, tomorrow he can hurry up and reach Longsong Stronghold – then he will finally be safe behind the 30-foot-tall limestone walls, hundreds of his guards, he said, and naturally formed trenches. Even if the other party could use their new long-range weapon, he could only use the trebuchet placed behind the wall to counterattack. Against all this, the Prince could not win.

But throughout the day the Duke was constantly feeling uneasy, he constantly felt that someone was staring at him from afar.

Most likely it was just an illusion, he thought, I might be a little too nervous.

The next morning, the Duke was awakened by gunshots.

As he rushed out of his tent, he could see people everywhere covering their heads and trying to sneak away like rats. However, from time to time he could still see a blood fountain or a screen splashing into the sky. When he looked to the West, he could see the enemies marching in their strange uniforms, quietly standing outside his camp. Right now there is only one thought in Duke's head - how can they chase after us?

Why are they undetected by the knights I sent yesterday?!

"My lord, you must escape!" shouted a personal bodyguard who was leading another horse by his side.

This woke Osman Ryan from his empty state of mind, he immediately jumped onto the horse's back and followed his guard to the East. However, not long after they left the camp, they saw another line of this strange power.

Wearing the same type of leather uniform, holding the same strange short stick in their hands and also standing in two neat rows, even their facial expressions were about the same.

Then the Duke once again heard that cheerful tone with a very rich rhythm, at the same time the Prince's army started marching at a neat pace, straight towards him.