When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

#689 - Count Cazes, you traitorous dog!

Just as he set down the clean soup bowl, Horne heard the sound of the military tent flap being lifted.

Under the guard of seven or eight tall war monks, several nobles and knights, dressed only in their underwear, were brought into the tent.

"You are the sorcerer Horne?" The leading noble, though disheveled, still raised his head haughtily, looking at Horne who was sitting cross-legged by the low table. "You're not what I imagined."

"Then what did you think I would be like?"

"Perhaps more robust than you are now, or perhaps a little taller." The noble looked Horne up and down. "I never imagined that the one who defeated me would be a short farm boy."

"How dare you!" The guard monk behind him immediately drew his saber from his waist, and the monks on both sides kicked the noble in the back of the legs, forcing him to kneel on the ground with a thud.

Horne smiled and waved his hand, stopping the monks' actions: "What's your name?"

"Count Kazzy Shiva of the Shiva Territory." Despite being forced to kneel on the ground, Count Kazzy stubbornly raised his head and stared directly at Horne.

Horne stood up from behind the low table, walked slowly towards Count Kazzy without saying a word, until he stood in front of him, looking down at him: "Who's taller now?"

"Your soldiers rudely forced me to kneel on the ground, so of course it's you," Count Kazzy said coldly, looking up.

"Hahahaha." Horne turned around, walked to the low table, and picked up a cup of red tea. "Yes, you are much taller than me, but I am standing, and you have to kneel.

Your knights are all taller than me, but they are like lambs, chased around by my guns and cannons, tearfully begging for my forgiveness.

You are a loser, yet you嫌弃 the victor for not being noble enough. Is losing to a tall knight better than losing to a short farmer?

Why aren't you thinking about what will happen to your soldiers? Why aren't you thinking about why you failed?

The first thing you do is try to anger me and seek death, making you seem like a tragic hero. In essence, you are like Narcissus, admiring your own reflection and indulging in self-pity.

You, all you think about is yourself."

"My failure is because I am not familiar with your new weapons. If you have the ability, let's each retreat thirty miles and fight again." Count Kazzy's original haughty and indifferent demeanor could no longer be maintained, and his ears gradually turned red.

"Failure is failure. Whether you are ten thousand times more beautiful than me or ten thousand times taller than me, I have won, and you are the loser, so you have no excuses."

Taking a sip of red tea, Horne looked directly into his eyes, his smile even carrying a hint of pity: "When you are defeated, everything you say sounds like an excuse."

Ignoring Count Kazzy, who was roaring and shouting after being exposed, Horne walked to another knight: "What's your name?"

"Respected and great divinely chosen Holy Grandson, please allow me to introduce my humble self. I am just a small, ordinary knight, my lowly name is Rasik Babar." Knight Babar swallowed. "I am willing to offer a considerable ransom in exchange for my worthless life."

"Very well, Babar, I ask you, who is your commander? Is it Duke Podosha? Where is he now?"

"It is Duke Podosha. He said he would bring reinforcements to support us, but he did not appear until the end of the battle." Babar looked carefully at Horne's expression. "Perhaps, he is still in the camp."

"Babar, you dog traitor!" Count Kazzy, red-faced, struggled to turn around and spat at Babar.

Horne gave a look, and a guard monk immediately took out two dirty socks and stuffed them into Count Kazzy's mouth.

"Approximately how many troops are in front of Sola Fortress? How are they distributed?"

From this Knight Babar, Horne quickly learned the approximate distribution of troops and the location of supplies near Sola Fortress.

He cross-examined several other knights, and the answers he received were similar.

Only when asked about the whereabouts of Duke Podosha, everyone said that only Count Kazzy knew, so Horne asked someone to remove the socks from Count Kazzy's mouth.

After the previous events, Count Kazzy had calmed down. He said coldly: "If I tell you, can you answer one question for me?"

"I can consider it."

Count Kazzy looked at Horne for a long time before opening his mouth: "Duke Podosha was in a hidden bay in the Moen River before the battle, not far from here. After my defeat, he should go straight down the river to Dragonfly Port according to the original plan."

"He would abandon the more than ten thousand people in front of Sola Fortress?"

"You captured and killed almost three-quarters of the main knights in one battle. How can the remaining soldiers defend?" Count Kazzy said lightly. "He may not even notify the Sola Fortress camp of the defeat, hoping that they will delay time to facilitate the transportation of the treasures and spices he plundered from Black Serpent Bay."

Horne nodded, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, just waving his hand to have the prisoners taken away.

"You promised to answer one question for me." Count Kazzy struggled. "Where did your guns and cannons come from?"

Horne sat back behind the low table: "You told me a message of unknown truth, and I have to tell you this great secret? That's too unfair."

Count Kazzy stared at Horne intently: "As long as you can tell me, I will give you as much as you want."

"What I want is a lot." Chuckling, Horne continued to wave his hand. "It's all empty talk now. Why don't we wait until I have wiped out the noble coalition of the Southern County, how about it?"

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The people of Sola Fortress were awakened by the sound of thunder.

Originally, they thought it was a sudden rainstorm, but when they looked out the window, only the bright morning light fell into their palms.

Seromis and a group of high-ranking Miparty wizards walked onto the walls. The first thing they saw was a tent in the distant camp suddenly exploding, and a huge iron ball rolling over the sleeping soldiers, leaving a bloody path.

The golden sunlight shone on the green earth, and the ash-gray breastplates reflected the flowing morning light. Rows of five hundred people appeared on the rocky hill.

The Falcon cannons roared, knocking the unprepared knights off their horses, and various shells and clock bombs fell into the barracks, the noisy shouts filling everyone's eardrums.

The soldiers rushed out of the tents in disheveled clothes, and before they could see everything in front of them, an iron ball fell from the sky.

You should know that the area near Sola Fortress is rocky terrain, that is, a thin layer of soil on rocky land, and even the Falcon cannons can fire beautiful ricochets.

Before the arrival of the Salvation Army, some mercenaries or knights who secretly returned brought news of the defeat.

However, Duke Podosha had never appeared, and the people in the military camp only regarded those people as deserters because they did not see a large-scale rout of other knights.

But now that they were hit on the head by the iron ball, they were surprised to find that it was actually true.

In the stunned eyes of the people on the city wall, the guards holding spears mechanically rushed into the enemy's formation, bloodily harvesting the lives in front of the formation.

Under the Holy Wind, the densely arrayed soldiers fell in rows.

After about an hour of engagement, the battle entered the garbage time of chasing the enemy.

Seromis and the others did not even have time to gather their troops and leave the city to help. The army that had besieged them for several months had collapsed so ordinarily.

The huge black and red sun flag seemed to be emitting a fiery light, advancing towards Sola Fortress.

The warm wind rolled the Black Serpent Bay Phoenix flag, and the gate of Sola Fortress, which had been besieged for several months without being breached, opened at this moment.

A tall, short-haired woman walked slowly out of the doorway. Her skin, like Horne's in the past, was tanned a light wheat color by the sun.

Seeing the young man surrounded by a group of witches and soldiers, Seromis took a deep breath and took a few steps forward, preparing to bend her knees and kneel halfway.

However, just as her waist bent down, Horne immediately supported her arm: "Your Excellency Seromis has been fighting for too long, how can you not even stand firmly."

She raised her head blankly, but Horne winked at her: "There is no kneeling in the Holy Axis Alliance. If you want to express respect, just nod and bow slightly."

Seromis was stunned, and after a long time, she straightened her back with a complicated expression, turned sideways: "Please come in, Your Highness Horne."