339. Curse
Similar night raids continued for several days.
With Sulu holding the line, and with most of the retaliating knights never to return, the Northern Territory were thrown into a state of great panic.
Because there is simply no solution!
How can these guys, who aren't even at level three, possibly withstand a guerrilla fighter using guerrilla tactics?
This is tantamount to an adult bullying a child, similar in nature to Eamon's previous conspiracy in the Royal Capital and his killing of Duke Lister.
The scheme wasn't particularly clever, but it had enough power to ensure its execution, creating a nightmare that the enemy could struggle against but couldn't overcome!
In a recent incident, Sulu even set fire to the Northern Territory ' granary, plunging them into a desperate situation.
At the time, Sulu thought that if more than a thousand soldiers could rush out of the city and coordinate with him, they might be able to achieve the feat of defeating ten thousand with a thousand!
Unfortunately, after a long period of fighting, the elite troops in Rose Castle had reached their limit.
As for the ordinary militia? They'd be more likely to get lost if they tried to carry out a night raid, so they'd have to give up in frustration.
Therefore, after much consideration, Messiah and Shackle abandoned this very tempting offer.
Judging from the current state of the Northern Army, it won't be long before they either retreat on their own initiative or collapse.
By pursuing them during the day, we can also achieve great results.
Inside the head coach's tent.
Grand Duke Flac looked increasingly old.
"Sulu Potter is here!"
"He also murdered several honored nobles."
"We can't go on like this, we have to leave..."
The accumulated discussions eventually turned into fear.
'Has it come to this...?'
He waved his hand weakly, dismissing the crowd, and sighed as he rubbed his temples, "Even death cannot subdue me!"
"What a respectable belief, sir!"
A person with an ordinary face, dressed in a linen robe, emerged from the shadows.
"Who are you?"
Grand Duke Frank immediately became alert and gripped the hilt of his sword.
"Nameless One! Someone merely brought a proposal... Your Grace, do you wish to take revenge on Sulu Potter?" the Gray Robe man asked expressionlessly.
Who's behind you?
Grand Duke Frank remained vigilant.
"None of that matters. What matters is that your death will add a tremendous weight to your revenge... and increase the other party's misfortune..."
The Gray Robe continued.
"My death... you're saying I'll die here?"
Grand Duke Frank's face darkened, and after a long silence, he finally asked, "What is your plan?"
"Whom the gods would destroy, they first make mad!"
The Gray Robe said in a detached voice, "This is the beginning of a cursed ritual... It will slowly brew, ultimately bringing madness and death to your enemies. The first sacrifice will be your life!"
"Let me use my life to curse the enemy?"
Frank sneered, "Do you think I'd agree?"
"It is your 'life that is about to end,' and we both know that Sulu Potter will not give you another chance to return to the North... The West Territory is destined to be your death ground."
The Gray Robe slowly retreated into the darkness. "Someone takes their leave... The deal remains in effect."
When Frank looked again, he found that the other person's body had disappeared into the shadows. He clenched his fists and exclaimed, "Damn Wizard!"
Because of the existence of extraordinary powers, they pose a great obstacle to the monarch's centralized power. Even though he himself had undergone knight training, he was still quite hostile to disobedient extraordinary individuals.
Of course, the knightly class basically focused this hostility on Wizard, without considering that their own existence was also an important factor hindering centralized power!
Several days later, on the battlefield.
Nearly 20,000 people were fighting each other.
Sulu, clad in heavy armor, led a group of knights as the vanguard.
With his current physical condition, even with the addition of a hundred pounds of heavy armor, it still felt like he was wearing a thick coat. Wielding a three-meter-long spear, knights died one after another with each swing.
Behind this 'sharp blade' were about three thousand Soldier, which was the limit that Rose Castle could currently muster.
At this time, although the enemy numbered around 10,000, their morale had plummeted after several night raids, and their supply lines had been cut off. They could no longer even conscript troops on the spot because they had done so much before.
With such a clear advantage, a resounding victory was inevitable.
Thousands of people scattered the army of tens of thousands, chasing and killing them like ducks. The tattered flags fell to the ground, and there were screams and wails everywhere.
Basically, once the pursuit begins, the battle becomes very difficult to turn around, and it enters the cleanup phase.
Sulu rode his horse and carried out targeted elimination.
Anyone who is a formal knight or higher, or Wizard, has no chance of survival once they enter his sights.
"This great victory must be completed with the capture of the Duke of the North to be considered perfect."
This guy is a good-for-nothing, sticking to rigid rules, and despite being given so much time by Sulu, he hasn't managed to recruit even a few powerful superhumans.
Although according to the unspoken rules among nobles, even in war, it is best to take such a high-ranking 'enemy leader' as a prisoner, Sulu doesn't care about any of that.
Shackle strongly insisted on capturing a prisoner of sufficient importance to subjugate the Northern Territory without bloodshed, but Messiah seemed unwilling to let go of the 'culprit' who had driven her mother to her death.
"Grand Duke Frank's banner... is there."
Sulu spotted a cavalry unit, his eyes lit up, and he gave chase.
"Protect the Grand Duke!"
Although he was alone, the knight opposite him roared in grief and anger, leaving a group of men to block him.
"Get out of here!"
Sulu brandished his spear wildly, picking off the charging knights and squires one by one. He dismounted, flashed a few times, and chased them into a forest.
Even after their crushing defeat, the people of the Northern Territory remained utterly loyal, surrounding Grand Duke Frank.
The grand duke removed his helmet, revealing some bloodstains on his body, and sat upright on a tree stump, quietly awaiting his fate.
"It's good to see you again, Your Excellency!"
Sulu's figure appeared, and he bowed with his hand on his chest.
He raised his hand, and several sprays of blood flew out as the guards were thrown away.
"Sulu Potter... I hated you so much back in the Northern Territory for not executing you outright!"
Grand Duke Frank stood up, his wolf-like eyes fixed on Sulu.
Even back then, you couldn't have killed me.
Sulu shrugged. "Are you surrendering?"
"The Running Wolf will never surrender!"
Grand Duke Frank, recalling the emergency meeting just now, fixed his gaze on Sulu: "In the name of Frank Mitis, I curse you! You mad killer..."
Puff!
After uttering a venomous curse, he pulled out a broken black sword and slashed it viciously across his neck.
Blood splattered!