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After Hudson finished explaining the cause and effect of the incident, everyone's expressions became solemn. Being targeted by a powerful count is not a good thing.

Especially when they take the initiative to provide excuses, allowing the other party to take advantage of them. Fortunately, Hudson was loyal enough and didn't betray them, otherwise he would have shed his skin this time.

But anyone with a discerning eye knows that since Count Pierce has taken action, things will not end so easily. They don't know how much trouble is waiting for them next.

After understanding the cause and effect, everyone's eyes changed when they looked at Hudson. Deep down in their hearts, they all sighed, "This young man can handle it." There was also a trace of guilt between his brows.

Of course, this shame did not last long before it was defeated by interests. No matter what you say, the meat you eat into your mouth must not be spit out.

After receiving his share of the spoils, Hudson didn't feel any surprise. Nobles are shameless and greedy. If it weren't for the purpose of blocking his mouth, he probably wouldn't have been able to get the promised spoils.

The essence of performing this play is to resolve everyone's jealousy towards him and avoid unnecessary trouble.

Judging from the current situation, it is considered very successful. Everyone's attention was attracted by "Earl Pierce is looking for trouble", and they couldn't care less about being jealous that Hudson was monopolizing the victory.

It's normal to think about it. Ever since he refused Earl Pierce's solicitation, Hudson had offended the leader of the coalition. No matter how great your military exploits are, they will inevitably be compromised.

You are destined to be in small shoes, what else is there to be jealous of?

After everyone exchanged pleasantries with their own thoughts, the Fifth Army embarked on the journey again. Even the reorganized serf soldiers were in no mood to take them back, or in other words, they had no time to take them back.

Returning to the organizational structure means that the current food transportation tasks must also be rearranged and distributed. No matter how efficient it is, it still takes half a day.

You must know that the coalition forces only carried food and grass for seven days. Now it is the sixth day and there is still more than thirty miles to go. If it continues, something big will happen.

Continuing to command the large force, Hudson was having mixed feelings. He is not blind, how could he not see that the Fifth Army has fallen into divisions, and the alliance can only be maintained due to the pressure of Count Pierce, who has to unite for warmth.

The combat effectiveness of such a team can be imagined. As long as Count Pierce exerts a little more force, the fragile alliance of the Fifth Army will fall apart.

The unoptimistic prospect forced Hudson to become more cautious. Deep in his heart, there was a voice that kept reminding him - "Stay steady and don't wave."

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In Dadir City, a bloody siege battle is about to begin. In the coalition camp, five stars with raised front ends were connected in series by intersecting lines.

Under the gaze of everyone, five mages wearing white robes and holding staffs stepped into the formation. A group of apprentices followed closely and hurriedly placed the crystals one by one on the star-shaped line.

"Aston Croatia, sleeping Tamlet..."

As the mantra continued to be recited, an earthy yellow beam of light was seen emitting from the five-pointed star array, which was clearly visible for miles around.

The great movement of the coalition forces quickly alerted the defenders in the city.

"Magic" is a high-end thing that has always been synonymous with mystery and power, especially for ordinary people.

The arrogant Skeleton Lord also appeared at the top of the city after receiving the message. After just one glance, his brows furrowed.

"High Priest, you are the most knowledgeable in the meeting. Do you know what the enemy is doing?"

Hearing the question, the gray-robed old man's heart sank. He didn't have the slightest fondness for this mysterious Skeleton Lord.

When you are using people, you can say anything that sounds good, but once you are done with it, it will fall apart. It seems that he, the elder of the Skull and Bones Society, has made countless contributions to the society. However, due to several previous mistakes, he was assigned the hard job of hosting the Centennial Ceremony.

Just thinking of the methods of the Skeleton Lord made the unwillingness in his heart extinguish. There is still a chance of survival if you obey, but if you refuse, you will not be able to live or die.

"Holy Lord, the enemy seems to have deployed a five-star earth-shattering formation, a magic formation specifically designed to attack city walls.

Thirty-five years ago during the Franco-Danish War, I had the honor to witness it once. However, because both sides had magicians participating, the formation was not able to exert its due power.

However, since the enemy has used it now, the power of this magic circle must be considerable. We don't have enough magicians to block it, so it's best not to let them succeed in casting. "

Upon hearing this explanation, the Skeleton Lord secretly rolled his eyes. He hated this annoying old guy no matter how much he looked at him.

He was said to be well-informed, but apart from the name of a magic circle, the rest was all useless nonsense.

Preventing enemies from casting spells is easier said than done. As long as someone gets close, the weak magician can be taken down with just a few clicks.

But the problem is that the enemy's magicians are protected by layers of troops. To capture them is like decapitating the enemy's commander in the midst of an army.

"Angela, lead the third and fourth armies to rush out immediately. Be sure to interrupt the enemy's spellcasting. If necessary, you can use the Blood Moon Horn."

The Skeleton Lord said indifferently.

No matter what, the Centenary Festival of the Skull and Bones Society cannot be destroyed. All his strength comes from the gift of the Lord of Skeletons, and he will never allow anyone to influence him to obtain more "divine grace".

The magical beast that serves as a sacrifice is on its way. Before that, he must protect the sacrifice and not leave any opportunity for the enemy to take advantage of.

In the view of the Lord of Skeletons, as long as the Centennial Ceremony goes smoothly, no matter how high the price is, it will be worth it.

If it weren't for the fact that most of the troops in the city were just a mob, even if they had the Blood Moon Horn, a powerful weapon, they would not be a match for the enemy troops outside the city. He would have already given the order to go out for a decisive battle.

Following the order, the closed city gate began to slowly open, and large groups of rebels began to pour out.

It's a pity that it was still a step too late. The light beam soaring into the sky came directly towards Dadir City. Cracks began to appear in the land along the way, and they continued to expand at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The city wall hit by the light beam finally failed to avoid the fate of cracking after struggling hard.

Cracks appeared one after another, and the originally rock-solid city wall began to collapse at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The crystals on the magic circle were also consumed rapidly, and soon turned into powder. The five magicians who cast the spell all turned pale at this moment.

Obviously, the spell cast just now was not easy. Even with the help of the magic circle, it still brought a lot of pressure to them.

"Let Angela stop the attack and order the First Army to send people to block the gap. We must not let the enemy take the opportunity to rush into the city."

The Skeleton Holy Lord hurriedly ordered.

Fortunately, the area covered by magic was limited, and the cracked city wall was only a small section, otherwise he really wouldn't know what to do.