Chapter 347 Nidsal's Own Decision

The land around Windward Keep was still thick with the smell of smoke.

Even though the fire had been put out, wisps of green smoke would still occasionally emerge from the dark, dry, red wooden frame.

Thirty-nine wizards were hung neatly on the flagpoles around the camp, with blood and pus sliding down the bloated toes of their corpses and solidifying.

The wizard rebellion last night was almost dissipated into nothingness after Nedsal arrived and charged with a javelin.

Except for a few wizards who managed to escape, all the wizard slaves were either caught or executed.

But Nedsal, who was sitting on the main throne of Stormwind Castle, did not look very happy.

He had a gloomy face and silently stroked the sand sculpture's back feathers.

The stupid creature stood on the table, glaring fiercely at the nobles sitting around the long black wooden table.

Most of the nobles and bishops were well-dressed, wearing well-fitting satin robes and round curly hats with tassels. They sat at the table and yawned loudly.

It had been nearly a quarter of an hour since Nidsal called them all over, and many of the active nobles could not sit still and kept moving their butts.

But none of them dared to speak, after all, they were indeed the ones who failed to take good care of what happened last night.

Finally, in this dead silence, a burst of hurried footsteps sounded from outside the door, and Zerakken walked into the hall with steady steps.

"Sir, the military rations we stored in Windward Castle have been lost by more than 70%." Zerakon glanced at the nobles present without leaving a trace. "The wizards did not burn them accidentally, but did it on purpose. A large amount of food and fodder has been reduced to ashes."

"What do you think?" Nidsal looked at the nobles present, and everyone could hear the hidden anger in his voice.

Domenico coughed and said, "Those damn wizards, they really deserve to be damned."

"Yeah, yeah, damn it."

"We should hang a few more people to serve as a warning to others."

The rest of the nobles echoed this.

"I'm asking what you think." Nidsal said coldly, "If my silly war eagle hadn't seen the situation in the camp last night, I would have run 20 miles back at night, and I'm afraid all the wizards would have run away."

"I was wrong." The old grandmother of the Alco family stood up and whispered tremblingly, "Sir, I, an old thing, was confused and held this dinner party. Please punish me, a useless old thing."

"Grandma, you can't say that..."

"You wanted to reward us, but who knew those guards who stayed behind were so weak in fighting, and there were also strong soldiers from the Red Copper Fortress."

Sitting and watching his grandmother's performance, Niedsal's irritability became more and more intense.

Finally, an old knight coughed and said, "Sir, now that things have come to this, it is not anyone's fault. Let's think about how to recover the losses."

"Do you have any idea?"

"Windwind Castle is easy to defend but difficult to attack. It blocks the key road to the Copper Fortress, but it is not a transportation hub. It is difficult to supply military rations." The old knight spread the map on the table. "Why not move forward to Budway..."

"Hahahaha-"

Niedsal first grumbled a laugh from his throat, then from his mouth and tongue, and he laughed wildly:

"I understand. If I don't attack, you will burn the food and forage, forcing me to either hand over command or move the army forward?"

He was certain that the nobles of Jinhe Township were the culprits who set fire to the warehouse, otherwise it would be impossible to explain where the awakening potions came from.

He even understood why these nobles did this.

Since the Battle of Moncruz, the witch named Jeanne has been leading her army to advance rapidly at the rate of one simple fortress every seven days.

At the same time, they would advance outward step by step with the fortress as the center, dividing the fields and land among local farmers.

In particular, the properties of monasteries and churches were packaged and sold by the Salvation Army, and a large number of poor peasants and ordinary citizens achieved class transition.

As "The Promised Paradise" toured around, the mentality of the villagers also changed.

Especially after they discovered that the knights were defeated, they dared not say a word and just watched their property being divided up, some inexplicable emotions emerged.

The mountain above my head has been moved away, and the air feels so comfortable to breathe.

Driven by some Kushitic people, the terms "holy woman" and "holy grandson" began to appear rapidly in the daily lives of civilians in Jinhe Township.

In recent days, there was no need for Ranna to do anything, as the housekeepers and village heads who remained on the plains all automatically joined the Savior Army.

In some areas, the villagers tied up their housekeepers and village heads and burned them before the Salvation Army arrived.

There were even villagers and housekeepers rushing to surrender, after all, whoever surrendered first would benefit. Whenever the Kush Knights tried to attack, they were either attacked by the Hussars or the Holy Gun Cavalry. If they were a little slow, they would be caught by the Black Caps.

Niedsal knew clearly that the knights of Jinhe Township were no match for the Savior Army.

Then the only savior is myself who can easily deal with magicians.

Unfortunately, his original tactic was to lure the enemy deep into his territory, cut off their food supply, and finally surround and annihilate them.

If Nedsal had been in the desert, those tribal guys would have been able to complete his task perfectly.

These people in Jinhe Township were clearly following his instructions, but in the end, they turned them into orders they wanted to execute.

If the Ibe Knights could complete their mission as ordered, these Saviors would not even have the chance to build a fortress.

However, they always attacked the "hundred-household" manors and were then surrounded and beaten by the Salvation Army.

The local nobles and bishops urged him to go to war many times, as if they had never heard him talk about his subsequent plans.

The nobles lowered their heads, pretending to be submissive and terrified: "You are such a joke, how dare we?"

"What are you afraid of?" Nedsal was on the verge of breaking his promise. He could no longer care about that. "Do you dare to swear that the burning of the warehouse last night had nothing to do with you? Swear in front of the Holy Lord."

There was a hint of panic on the faces of those nobles and knights, which made Nidsal more certain of his judgment.

"Swear, this isn't my fault!"

"Nedsal, you hesitated in the face of the rebels. I wanted to ask you if you were keeping the rebels for your own benefit." The dissatisfied voice of the Archbishop of Jinhe Township came from the side.

If he had to coax this titled knight at the beginning, after all, he still had to rely on him to defeat the rebels.

But the bishop wanted him to defeat the rebels because he was afraid that the rebels would take away his manor and property.

Now the rebels were taking away his manor and property, but Niedsal did not move, but just kept sending cavalry to harass him.

Niedsal can leave whether he does a good job or not, but these nobles and bishops who sit on the land still have to rely on the land for their livelihood.

"Ha!" Nidsal sneered and looked at the bishop of Jinhe Township, "Then I will go back to the Red Copper Fortress. You guys can fight on your own."

"you!"

The bishop of Jinhe Township was in his seventies, and his face, with faint age spots, turned red with anger.

"You want to defeat the rebels, and we want to defeat the rebels too." At this tense moment, the grandmother came out kindly, as if coaxing a child, "We need cooperation, but at least you have to show sincerity."

"Don't I have any sincerity?" Nidsal's face looked as if he wanted to eat someone.

"What have you paid so far?" The old grandmother stepped forward. "Our manors, shops, and houses are losing money every second. You eat and drink our food, but you don't fight. Is this reasonable?"

His expression froze, and Nedsal waved his hand impatiently: "I have my own plans."

"But if you do nothing, the nobles and knights will not be convinced, and no one will be willing to carry out your plan. What is the point of your plan here?"

Nedsal raised his head and looked at the old man whom he once regarded as a mascot for the first time.

"The empire is much more complicated than the desert. You are a stranger to us, but you have a great record. That's why we invited you to lead this battle. But to be honest, you disappoint us..."

"I disappoint you." Nidsal's eyes widened. "If you could follow my orders and fight like my tribal warriors, we wouldn't be in this situation now! You are the one who disappoints me!"

Under the fierce power, the faces of several nobles nearby turned pale, but the old grandmother still narrowed her kind eyes:

"Your tribal warriors listen to you because they cannot achieve victory, but you arrive and bring victory.

But what we, the Imperial Knights, have seen is that they cannot achieve victory. Even if you arrive, you still cannot bring victory. So why should we listen to you?
It has been more than a month since the war began, but have you captured or destroyed at least one of their squadrons?"

Nedsal's terrifying power suddenly became awkward.

The old grandmother turned around slightly, walked unsteadily to the old knight who had taken out the map, pointed at the map and said:
"If you want to lead us, you must win a victory. At least you must give the remaining knights confidence. Otherwise, they will all turn to the rebels."

The anger on Nedsal's face gradually faded, turning into a thoughtful expression.

He sat down on the cushioned seat and was silent for a full five minutes before he spoke: "I agree to move forward, but where to move is up to me."

"Of course. Do you have a location in mind? It will be convenient for us to prepare summer grain in advance."

Nedsal pulled the map to his chest, thought for a long time, and then emphasized a location: "This is it, Black Mountain Castle."

(End of this chapter)