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Upon hearing this, the Duke of Windsor's face immediately darkened, and he glared at the traitor who had spoken.

If I remember correctly, this old guy used to side with the eldest prince.

Don't you know I haven't gained the approval of the brass dragon? You made me ride a dragon to fight a dragon knight, so you're welcoming the eldest prince to the throne, right?

This guy is definitely a traitor!!

In this world, level three is already top-tier combat power. To kill a level three life form, you need to prepare at least three of the same level, so that the opponent may not escape or exchange lives.

The Duke of Windsor and the brass dragon, though one is the man and the other the dragon, together they make one plus one equals two.

Although Ron is only a level two, he and Margaret are contracted dragon knights, and he can give Margaret a lot of power in return.

The Marquis of Windsor could only gain a slight advantage by bringing his brass dragon; in a real life-or-death battle, he might even lose one of his own.

It's obvious who is easier to beat, him or the Brass Dragon.

Therefore, the Marquis of Windsor absolutely did not want to go to the battlefield. But he could not watch Ron conquer all the frontiers.

As the saying goes, when in doubt, hold a meeting.

The settlement doesn't just belong to the Brass family; the entire duchy has interests there.

We can't let just one of our own public servants do the work while the other families hide behind us.

The Bronze Duchy couldn't come up with a good way to deal with this suddenly appearing dragon knight, so they got into endless arguments and discussions.

Ron's situation went very smoothly.

He is now removing the last remaining nail-shaped fortresses in the pioneering area—Sandstone Fortress, Iron Rock Fortress, and others.

Sandstone Fortress is a well-fortified city, and its garrison consists of professional soldiers. Several of the leading nobles are members of the Brass Family, so they will not surrender.

Ron had no choice but to take matters into his own hands, riding Margaret and continuously sweeping away the enemy with dragon breath from high above.

Occasionally, attacks from alchemical weapons and magic towers would come, but Margaret blocked them all.

"One more round." Ron patted Margaret's neck.

Margaret opened her mouth, and a torrent of frosty dragon breath poured down. The pale blue chill crashed against the city walls like a waterfall, instantly coating the bricks with a layer of white frost. The defenders, unable to dodge in time, were frozen into ice sculptures.

The alchemical crossbows on the city wall retaliated, sending iron arrows flying up with trails of flame. Margaret tilted her head, dodging two of them, while the remaining ones struck her scales, scattering a few sparks without leaving a trace.

The morale of the defending troops below was extremely low, as they could only take hits.

Now they dare not climb the city wall, and can only cower in the towers, hoping to defend themselves with it.

But Ron wasn't about to give them a chance to breathe; he immediately released the Little Garden Knights.

They attacked the city directly without coming out, and even the siege equipment was made in advance and placed in the small garden.

The knights easily occupied the city walls, opened the city gates, and captured all the soldiers in the towers.

One by one, they handed over their weapons, their faces covered in dust and dirt, and consciously found an open space to squat down with their heads in their hands.

But these nobles still refused to surrender, and with their knights retreated into the city, hoping to use the complex streets to engage Ron in street fighting.

This infuriated Ron.

Although Ron's knights are strong, they are outnumbered and will be at a disadvantage in urban warfare, with casualties likely to be high.

Ron decided he had to make an example of someone, otherwise other castles would follow suit, and he'd be fighting them for ages.

Ron hardened his heart and decided to massacre the city!

After inquiring about Margaret's magical reserves, he took out several thousand bottles of potions to replenish her power at any time.

"Are we really going to do this?"

Margaret's voice echoed in Ron's mind, and she still hesitated.

Ron advised:

"Before a large-scale attack, we issue a warning to the residents to evacuate. If they don't evacuate by the deadline, they are considered the enemy. We cannot be soft-hearted towards the enemy."

Margaret was silent for a moment, but eventually agreed with Ron.

Ron rummaged through his collection and actually found a megaphone, which he had also stolen from the Oak City Merchant Guild.

I wonder which bored magician made this.

Ron, holding a megaphone, used his battle aura to announce the upcoming large-scale attack several times throughout the city, ensuring that everyone heard it.

They hovered in the air with Margaret, watching the civilians slowly emerge below.

The resisting nobles also became restless and sent people to stop them.

But the men they sent out were killed one by one by Margaret as soon as they showed their faces, and after that, the nobles dared not send anyone out again.

They huddled in their houses, heads bowed, the atmosphere extremely oppressive.

Finally, one of the lords couldn't hold back any longer and spoke up:

"Why don't we just surrender? Those lowly people outside are almost all gone, and the other side will start indiscriminate attacks."

"Count Otto, you were the one who insisted on resisting back then. You can't just play dead now! What are you going to do? Give me an explanation!"

Amidst the murmurs of the many lords, Alto Brass, who had been sitting silently in the corner, finally spoke.

"Gentlemen, we've already fought this far with that Earl of the River Reach. Think about it yourselves. Is there any possibility of surrendering?"

"Then what should we do, resist to the end? But who can defeat that silver dragon?" A captain with a fiery temper retorted directly. At this point, no one cared about Otto's status as a royal count.

Alto Brass was also somewhat annoyed by this blunt questioning, but he didn't want to argue anymore, and slowly said:

"At this point, the only option is to break out separately; let's all rely on our luck."

But before he could finish speaking, Count Otto's eyes widened, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood, looking down at the sword in his chest.

The sword came from behind and stabbed him right through.

No! You're wrong.

"Your Excellency has no other choice, but we still have options," the viscount muttered to himself as he attacked from behind.

But he clearly underestimated the count's men. Otto himself was weak, but he had official knights under his command.

Seeing his lord being ambushed, the knight rushed forward and beheaded the viscount who had attacked him.

The other lords in the room were shocked by this sudden turn of events, which then led to a chaotic battle.

The surrender faction and the count faction fought each other, causing quite a stir.

Finally, Ron in the sky noticed that something was wrong with this location.

One dragon breath attack wiped them all out.

That's good, no need to waste time burning the whole city down. Ron had already pulled out a bundle of magic scrolls.

They were all fire-based area-of-effect weapons—snapped from the Oak City Merchant Guild's warehouse.