A small number of imperial soldiers fled, and most of them were organized to be driven to Bethul Castle by the Drow Elf Legion.

Underground worlds often have wars, and Mother Cynthia is also an experienced commander.

Driving the defeated soldiers in this way is a way to win the snowball on the battlefield-don't look at the number of emperors, they will be disrupted by their defeated soldiers.

The enemy's defeat is sometimes more useful than its own army.

First, the emotion of fear will be contagious, and the escape of defeated soldiers will greatly reduce the morale of the enemy troops that had not been messed up.

Second, if the enemy wants to maintain its formation, it must painfully kill its own allies, and there are very few commanders who can make such ruthless decisions.

As expected by Mother Cynthia, Nicholas IV did not have such courage. A large number of drow elf machete warriors were the pioneers, and the post-spider priests drove spider-elves, mud monsters and other underground creatures into the Bethulwe Castle.

"Kill them all! Carmilla, take me off the heads of Emperor Gorse and Duke of Bethlehem!"

Mother Cynthia made a sharp howling, and all members of the Drow Elf Corps were covered with blood, and their attack speed and movement speed were greatly increased.

However, after the cry of Mother Cynthia, "Camilla" did not appear.

"Carmela! Where are you?" The spirit of Mother Cynthia swept across the battlefield, but found nothing.

Mother Cynthia felt instinctively awkward. She looked at the flag of the Emperor Gorse Empire near her, and gritted her teeth and ordered: "April! You take my elite guard offensive and kill the Emperor Gorse!"

April is a male companion to Mother Cynthia, and a swordsman fighter.

In the drow society, men without strong power can easily fall victim. And even if it is a powerful male warrior, the tribal status is not high. April's fourth husband as the main mother did not even have the qualifications to participate in decision-making discussions.

After receiving orders from Mother Cynthia, April pulled out his machete and led a group of drow elf machete warriors into the battle group. Just like cutting a cake with a sharp blade, this elite army smashed under the banner of Nicholas IV.

However, april soon came the alarming news:

"Master Mother, Emperor Gorse is not here! This is a stand-in!"

Although April did not know Emperor Gorse, it was easy to determine whether it was a stand-in. The strength of that "Nicholas IV" was mediocre. He was killed by April without resistance. But the real Nicholas IV, with the powerful strength of the lord class, is by no means easy to win.

The anxiety in Mother Cynthia's heart quickly increased, and she screamed, "Everyone retreats!"

The words of the order did not fall, and the earth suddenly shook! The green smoke of the large group suddenly spread and quickly spread to every corner of the castle.

...

Bethune Gold Mine.

Andre was standing on a high hill, holding a binoculars, and looking out at Bethune Castle.

The wind blew his silver hair.

"It's over. The plan is going well."

Andre put away the telescope and looked at Auguste waiting below, making a gesture of "ok".

Auguste smiled. He held two hands separately.

The two were an old man in white silk pajamas, with a dry figure like a dried-up medicine residue, being carried in his hands and panting; the other was wearing a luxurious Prince costume, a middle-aged uncle with a big belly, Fear was written on his face.

"Goodbye, Duke of Bethlehem, my cheap father," Auguste grinned, "do you have any last words? Well, what hidden treasure can you tell me?"

"The Lord of Light will curse you." The old man in white silk pajamas scolded weakly in a coughing cough.

"Hahaha!"

In the laughter of August, he suddenly threw the Duke of Bethlehem down, and then bent his knees. With a crackling sound, the Duke of Bethlehem's spine fractured, his body was folded back to 90 degrees, staring at the muddy old eyes and losing his breath.

Auguste, another middle-aged uncle with luxurious clothes in his hand, almost scared to see this scene.

"Calm down, Her Majesty's Guramans," Auguste grinned, "I won't kill you because you still have value. But if you don't cooperate, don't blame me for being ruthless."

"You ... what do you want?" Said Uncle Nicholas, the younger brother of the Old Emperor Gorse, and the emperor embraced by the old aristocracy, Guramans, trembling.

"As you can see, my father, Duke of Bethlehem, died of illness."

Auguste shrugged and said, "Next, I will succeed the Duke of Bethlehem."

Guramans settled and nodded: "Of course, I will issue an order to seize you as the new Duke of Bethlehem."

"I need your book?" Auguste sneered.

"So ... what do you want me to do?"

Auguste said: "Xixing Province originally embraced your nobles ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ and formed an alliance. There are a total of seven counted in our Duke of Bethlehem territory. As long as you let me master these seven alliances I will give you a way of life. "

"Seven? Isn't it eleven?" Guramans thought Auguste was wrong.

But the sneer expression on Auguste's face reminded Guramans of another terrible possibility. He pursed his lips and said, "The other four ... have been washed away by you."

"No, they died under the dogfight of the Empire's Western Conquest and the monsters below the ground. It has nothing to do with me," Auguste shrugged, and then changed his vicious expression. "In short, you're right to cooperate with me, What is the problem?"

"No problem!" Guramans responded quickly.

"Just in case, I'll give you some preliminary measures. Andre!"

Hearing August's cry, Andrea jumped down and poured a bottle of potion into Guramans' mouth.

"Cough cough ..." Guramans said in panic. "What did you drink for me?"

"A bottle of medicine that promises to make you obedient. If you are not obedient, it will be much worse than my cheaper father." Auguste laughed.

Disappeared Grummans, who had lost his soul, Auguste said, "Are you going to the castle as planned?"

"Yes, you can see that the Empire West Expedition and the Underground Monster Legion are all covered by the virus of the Necrotic Plague." Andre said.

"I don't know if it's reliable," muttered August.

"Rest assured, absolutely reliable! This is an improved variety of the Lord of the Plague." A man's voice sounded at the exit of the gold mine.

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