"Lord Gad, does His Royal Highness the Second Prince want us to follow him? Archduke Rickman has already led his men to defeat the group of miners. It will probably be a triumphant return soon."

In a wilderness several kilometers away from the battlefield, a knight saw his lord earl walking so slowly and couldn't help but ask.

Conquering those rebellious miners is a great achievement that can be gained for free. Are they just going to give it up like that?

"What can we do? We only have so few people under our command. How can we defeat them?" Earl Gad sighed helplessly.

The Second Prince only gave him 1,500 men, and with such a small number of people, he could not accomplish anything. He even dared not get too close to the battlefield, for fear that the Grand Duke would suddenly turn his guns and kill all of their thousand men, and then shift the blame onto the miners.

Don't think this is impossible. When it comes to the fight for the throne, if there is a chance to eliminate dissidents, the other party will never let it go! Gad sighed for a long time. He really couldn't figure out what the prince was doing. Even after leaving the capital, Hattar even gave him a very absurd task...

Suddenly, everyone present felt the ground shaking violently, and then the sound of heavy artillery fire came from a distance, which could be heard even from several kilometers away.

"The battle was so fierce?" Gad was also a little surprised, and then he thought that the bishops might be casting some powerful magic, and it seemed that the outcome would be decided soon.

Just as Gad had imagined, a dense black crowd appeared on the horizon of the distant wilderness.

These should be the defeated miners, right?

As Gard thought so, he drew out the long sword from his waist. The knights and guards beside him also clenched their weapons in their hands, with excitement on their faces.

I didn’t expect that even though Grand Duke Rickman brought so many elite troops, he was still unable to wipe out all the miners.

But this was a good thing for them. If they cut off a few heads of miners and brought them back, this trip would not be in vain, and they would have an explanation to their superiors! "Wait, that seems to be the Duke's army..." A sharp-eyed guard suddenly found something wrong.

Gad paused for a moment, and then he realized that some of the fleeing people were wearing armor with the kingdom's logo printed on them... They couldn't be miners! And he was very familiar with the one rushing in the front, it was the kingdom's Marquis Seren! More than ten days ago, the other party led his personal soldiers to follow Duke Rickman to fight, and he still remembered the high-spirited look in his mind. However, at this moment, the kingdom's Marquis had completely lost his previous noble demeanor. His whole face was covered with blood, his clothes were tattered, and he looked very embarrassed.

The soldiers following behind looked even more miserable. Almost everyone had disheveled hair and their armor was badly damaged. They kept shouting, "Hell... Hell has come!" "The great Lord has abandoned us. This is God's punishment... This is God's punishment!"

"Lord Seren, what happened?" The horrified Gad hurried forward to stop the other party and asked.

"Rain of fire... Rain of fire everywhere... The army was defeated... Earl Johnson is dead, and Grand Duke Rickman is finished... It's the great wizard, the riot of these miners is related to the great wizard..." When Salen saw Gad, he said with a pale face as if he saw a savior.

He saw with his own eyes that Grand Duke Rickman fell off his horse, and he was probably in great danger now.

As Seren continued to narrate, Gad finally figured out what had happened. A great wizard with terrifying power appeared on the battlefield and released an extremely powerful magic, which caused the legion's defeat.

Gad couldn't help but gasp as he defeated an entire legion by himself. What a terrifying power this must have been.

"Don't be so anxious, Lord Seren. Where is Bishop Nord? Are they behind us?" Gard pulled Seren's hand off his arm and asked again.

Seren shook his head in fear. It seemed that they were being targeted by the great wizard. Just now, the rain of fire had been chasing them.

An archbishop was hit on the head by a huge shell that came from nowhere. Blood splattered and he died on the spot. So the only way for them to survive was to flee in all directions!

"That's easy!" Gad's eyes flickered, and he said with regret. "I'm sorry, Lord Seren, I'm afraid I can't send you to the capital, but..."

"I can send you to see His Excellency the Duke!"

Hearing this, Seren's face suddenly changed, but Gad had already swung the sword in his hand and chopped it on his head, and a stream of blood immediately spurted out.

Seren's body slid down limply and he fell off the horse, with a look of disbelief still on his face.

"Go ahead, kill them!" Earl Gard raised the bloody sword, pointed it at the poorly armored soldiers behind Seren, and shouted loudly.

Those who could follow Gad to inquire about the situation were all his and Prince Hattar's private soldiers, and they would execute even the most outrageous orders without hesitation.

After a brief moment of confusion, a massacre began!

The soldiers who fled with Salem had no idea that they would be betrayed by "their own people" again just after escaping from the hellish battlefield.

Moreover, they had already thrown away their heavy weapons in order to escape. They had no ability to resist at all. It was futile to escape. No matter how fast they ran, they could not run faster than arrows and crossbows...

Gad waved the sword in his hand, killing soldiers one after another. This was the secret order given to him by the second prince Hattar, to keep these people here as much as possible to weaken the power of the church and the first prince Harold's men.

In his opinion before, this was a complete fantasy. How could those miners compete with the regular army of the kingdom and what kind of waves could they cause?

Now the facts told him that this was more than just waves, it was a landslide and tsunami! ...

After the four-fold massacre by artillery, musket, rain of fire, and Gad, Rickman led 15,000 elite soldiers to fight against the miners. Only a dozen cavalrymen were left, escorting Archbishop Nord, and they hastily fled back to the capital...

At the same time, the news of the great defeat quickly spread throughout the capital! (End of this chapter)