"Prepare for three rounds of artillery fire!"

The Tyrant shouted with great vigor.

More than a dozen magic heavy artillery pieces were placed on the battlefield, with their black muzzles pointing straight to the sky.

In front of them were the city walls full of holes and ruins, as well as the frightened defenders and the knights covered in dust.

——This is Cyril City, an important military town of the Principality of Otto and the second most populous city in the country. However, at this moment, the air is filled with the smell of gunpowder.

Feng Yun waved his hand and said, "President, please stop for now. We need to keep more prisoners. There is a labor shortage in the factories under our control recently."

"This kind of work is better done by native players. Hired players are too expensive and don't obey orders. New players nowadays are too smart. If we don't raise the salary standard, they won't come."

The Tyrant lowered his head and thought for a moment, then said, "What you said makes sense."

"Then let the spell and melee teams get ready. Oh, and tell the dragon riders to be cautious and not burn too many people to death."

"Yes, President."

Today, [Royal Power] has become a large guild of nearly a thousand people, a well-known wealthy family. Almost all of its members are professionals above level five, and they are also talents with outstanding specialties.

In order to compete for the [Conquer the North] mission, the Tyrant urgently mobilized nearly 600 members, almost bringing everyone except the necessary logistics departments to the battlefield.

This rather large team of professionals has already conquered thirteen cities in succession, and the ordinary northern city defense forces are simply unable to stop their overwhelming pace.

Except for special existences like the Lionheart Knights, even the most elite army in the North has an average strength of soldiers that is about the same as a Level 1 professional. A Level 5 professional is enough to become a noble knight or even a general in any army in the North.

The strength of an organized force composed of players of this strength is evident.

"The mage casts a group inspiration spell, and the bard casts a demonic fire on the opponent."

"Warriors, just open your shields and push forward. Remember, don't kill those who surrender. The guild will distribute gold coins according to the number of prisoners. There will be extra rewards for capturing the earl alive!"

Fengyun shouted loudly on the battlefield with a loud speaker.

"For the kingship!"

"Glorious kingship, immortal heroes!"

Two hundred players rushed towards the distant city in a mighty force. Melee professions such as warriors and paladins charged recklessly, while spellcasters such as mages and warlocks also created brilliant and wonderful spell effects.

There are also druids who summon all kinds of wild beasts, and bards who cast spells by playing music.

For a moment, various magical lights shone together under the city wall.

Burning arrows, splashing acid, falling rocks and even flying squirrels attacked the city walls one after another.

The commander on the city wall roared: "Don't be afraid, kill them! Fight for the Principality of Otto and defend the city behind you!"

"They are just flesh and blood!"

"Without those weird weapons, they may not be able to defeat us!"

"Load the heavy crossbow!"

As an important military town, there are several heavy crossbows on the city walls to guard against frost giants and white dragons, which are now used by the soldiers to deal with these Fallen Stars.

"Demon Fire Technique!"

The bards played music, and the strings of their violins emitted a violet light that outlined all the enemies.

Several senior mages of the Royal Power Guild also raised their staffs.

"Slow down technique!"

In an instant, the space on the city wall was distorted, and the soldiers' movements became extremely slow, as if they were in slow motion.

A dragon-loving paladin who was blessed with the skills of flying and acceleration jumped directly onto the top of the city wall, swung a sword with red flames, and chopped off the head of the commander who was roaring with his mouth open.

The soldiers watched in horror as their leader was killed, but they were unable to do anything because they were in a slow space.

"Surrender without killing!"

The Dragon-loving Paladin held up the still warm head and shouted from the top of the city wall.

The soldiers looked up at the figures rushing forward with despair on their faces. They knew that the war was about to end - everything was over. Soon, the members of the King's Guild captured the entire city and easily occupied various important places such as the City Hall and the Armory.

The lord of the city, Count Jules Reginaldo, fled south early with his belongings and a convoy of hundreds of people.

However, there are several Red Scale Conquerors within the royal power. No matter how fast a four-legged horse runs, it cannot catch up with the speed of flying with wings.

The Earl and his caravan were soon discovered by the dragon riders and completely wiped out. Earl Jules was even captured alive, held in the air by a wyvern and wailing continuously.

"Be honest and don't move."

"Or I'll kill you."

Dadao landed on the ground on a flying dragon and picked up the earl with one hand.

Count Jules immediately calmed down, but his fat body was still shaking instinctively.

It is said that these evil dragon followers "killed nobles without blinking an eye" and even dared to chop off the head of the Marquis, but spared the life of the Earl.

Could it be that they have finally realized that without the nobles, they cannot rule the North stably and want to turn to me for cooperation?

A hint of relief suddenly flashed in Count Jules' eyes.

"arrive."

"President, I caught him."

The big knife casually threw it to the ground.

"You ignorant bastard, I will kill you first when I return to my original position."

Count Jules thought viciously in his heart, and his eyes became sinister involuntarily.

He struggled to get up and saw a tall and heroic man not far away. He was carrying a huge sword and was wearing heavy and exquisite armor.

The man looked delighted when he saw him.

"He should be the leader of this group of evil dragon followers."

"Now my life and wealth are all in his hands. For further cooperation, I should try my best to please him."

Thinking of this, Count Jules' face was filled with a flattering smile.

"Your Excellency, I am Jules Reginald—"

"Shh-"

Before he finished speaking, the Tyrant swung his great sword and slashed at the Earl.

Suddenly, brain matter splattered all around, the skin with thick fat was cut open, and all kinds of internal organs and intestines flowed out in a mess, scattered all over the ground.

Before he died, Count Jules still had a flattering smile on his face, but his eyes revealed astonishment and disbelief.

He never figured it out until he died.

It was totally unreasonable that the man in front of him sent people to capture him from afar just to kill him with his own hands!

The Tyrant wiped the giant sword and looked at the mess on the ground with some disgust.

"Next time just chop off the head."

"That's disgusting, clean this up."

He casually gave instructions to his subordinates, then turned to look at his own panel, his face showing joy again.

[You killed an important figure in the Northern United Kingdom camp [Count Jules Reginaldo], and gained 120 camp reputation points]
Their entire guild has put all its efforts into accumulating reputation for him so that he can qualify as a dragon-blood noble.

Feng Yun smiled and said, "President, at this rate, by the time the mission is over, you should be able to at least reach the reputation requirement for Viscount, and even reach the level of Earl."

"Haha, let's continue attacking the next city. Who has written history in the past ten thousand years? I want to be a marquis eight thousand miles away!"

The Tyrant opened his hands and laughed heartily.

Fengyun wiped the sweat from his forehead and complained in his heart: "The whole guild is relying on you to gain reputation, where do you get so many lofty ambitions?" (End of this chapter)