"Haha, Ferdie, take a look. Look at these subordinates of yours—are you really willing to let them die for nothing?" The Northern Principality and the Church had displayed the people of the Onyx Principality precisely to achieve this effect.
King Chalins immediately mocked him upon seeing this.
"If you're afraid to fight, you can leave now! But I want to tell you this: the Northern Principality and the Church are no good. Even if you surrender, I'm afraid they still won't spare you!"
Count Ferdie naturally saw his subordinates' reactions.
But he truly had no desire to surrender, because he knew that even if he did, he would not survive. Nor was he willing to hand over his family's century-old legacy just like that.
So he immediately spoke to his subordinates in a deep voice.
Although his subordinates' morale was low, they felt that Count Ferdie's words made sense after hearing them. Moreover, most of the vassals were loyal to Count Ferdie, and the fear in their hearts immediately faded considerably.
"Count Ferdie, it seems that until the very end, you still cling to a sliver of luck. Then I'll let you see what true despair is!"
Count Ferdie's attitude did not come as much of a surprise to the Church or the Northern Principality.
They had long prepared the final blow that would break the nobles of the city, great and small.
After saying that, the new king of the Northern Principality looked toward the Red-robed Archbishop.
The Red-robed Archbishop silently nodded to Bishop Ick.
Immediately, the Magic Beast Knights approached the prison carts and dragged the people of the Onyx Principality down from the wagons.
"What are you trying to do?" Seeing this, Count Ferdie on the city wall sensed something and immediately shouted in fury.
"Everyone, I'll