Spellcasting Gods

Chapter 1129 The Enemy is at the Gates

"You...you're insane? How could you bring the two of us here!" The elderly general stared at the heavily guarded city walls and gates, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

If he weren't afraid of embarrassing Her Majesty the Queen, he would have immediately removed his armor and helmet, symbols of his status, to avoid being noticed by patrolling soldiers and becoming a humiliating prisoner.

However, Isolt was clearly unfazed. He looked up at the guards who were still unaware of what was happening and shook his head with a half-smile: "Mad? No! I'm not crazy! On the contrary, I want you to cooperate with me in putting on a good show here. Remember the army I mentioned earlier? Now I'll hand them all over to you."

The words had barely left his mouth!

He carefully took the scroll out of his pocket and activated the powerful magic stored inside.

moment!

A massive portal to another dimension appeared out of thin air, from which thousands upon thousands of humanoid creatures shimmering with a silvery glow emerged.

In the blink of an eye, a well-equipped army of about 10,000 appeared on the open ground directly in front of the castle.

Although they didn't make a sound from beginning to end, the visual impact was stunning to everyone who saw it.

"Can anyone tell me what the hell this is?" an officer standing on the city wall asked the soldier next to him with his mouth agape.

"I'm...sorry, sir, I'm not quite sure either. Those two people seemed to have suddenly appeared outside the city using some kind of magical power, and it looks like they're going to attack the city." The soldier stammered, expressing his opinion.

"Damn it! Quickly lower the iron gates and close the city gates! Ring the alarm bells! Go and inform the Baron that the enemy has arrived."

The officer reacted quickly and decisively issued a series of orders. To prevent chaos, he even personally killed two panicked men who tried to escape.

After all, this rebel army was just a rabble cobbled together from the private armies of dozens of noble families.

They might be able to put up a decent fight against third-rate garrison troops, but once they face the elite kingdom army, the chances of victory are practically zero.

Therefore, from the very beginning, the initiators adopted a strategy of capturing transportation hubs and then holding them at all costs.

Only by relying on the protection of the high city walls could they offset their disadvantages and fight a long and protracted defensive war.

Baron Marais was clearly taking the sudden appearance of the enemy very seriously. He rushed out without even putting on his armor, looking down at the mysterious army that was flashing with a white light.

After observing the heavy object for a long time, he asked in a very tense tone, "How did these ghostly things appear?"

“They were summoned! Look, do you see those two figures behind us? According to the soldiers’ reports, they must have done it.” The officer pointed to two black dots about a kilometer away from the city gate.

Upon hearing this, Baron Marais immediately raised the monocular telescope in his hand.

When he saw the two men's faces clearly, he gasped and exclaimed in a low voice, "Isolde and Taser? Vilia's most trusted right-hand men!"

"What? Are you sure?"

"Please make sure you look carefully! Our people saw Isolt staying in the royal palace just two days ago."

“That’s right! Taser should also be blocked in the middle of the river, along with his army that was suppressing the rebellion.”

……

For a time, many of the nobles who participated in the rebellion were extremely panicked.

There's no way I can not panic!

In order to capture Tilsburg as quickly and efficiently as possible, they only gathered a little over three thousand troops, fearing that the news might leak out.

Even after the capture, as more troops arrived one after another, the total number of defenders inside the castle never exceeded five thousand.

Outside, however, there were more than ten thousand humanoid creatures shimmering with eerie light, whose discipline and equipment levels far surpassed those of the defending troops.

"Shut up! Do you really think I would misjudge such an important target?" Baron Marais turned around and glared fiercely at his allies, his face full of seriousness.

"So...we're about to be besieged by this massive army?"

As the instigator of the entire rebellion, the court nobles finally couldn't help but step forward and cautiously inquire.

If there is one nobleman among all those who participated in the rebellion who is least likely to be forgiven, it is undoubtedly him.

Secretly allying with a foreign monarch, instigating rebellions within one's own country, or even attempting to force the queen to relinquish power and marry a foreign prince to become a plaything and puppet—any one of these actions would be enough to condemn him and his family to death ten thousand times over.

"Yes! Pass the word to prepare for a desperate fight! We have no way out now. It's either defend the castle or die by the enemy's sword. I hope everyone here can act like a true nobleman, never abandoning courage and honor even in the face of death."

Having said that, Baron Marais drew his sword and shouted to the officers behind him, "From this moment on! All soldiers will be divided into two shifts, guarding the city walls day and night. If any signs of an enemy attack are detected, sound the alarm immediately. Also, take out all the supplies in the warehouses that can be used in the war and distribute them. Especially food; make sure every soldier has enough meat and drink. The former will improve their physical strength, and the latter will eliminate fear and anxiety. I have a feeling that the real test is about to begin."

"As you wish, Your Excellency." The adjutant bowed and moved with utmost speed.

In less than half an hour, the massive military fortress was on high alert, with a large number of catapults, ballistae, and crossbows aimed at the motionless mysterious army outside the city, ready to launch a fierce attack at the first command.

In contrast, Isolde, who was outside the city, was quite relaxed. She smiled and asked the seemingly petrified old general, "Well, dear general, are you satisfied with the army provided by Her Majesty the Queen?"

“Satisfied! Of course I’m satisfied! But I have a question. Are they ghosts? Why do their bodies keep appearing and disappearing?” Taser turned around excitedly and asked.

“No, they are not ghosts, but a special species created through magic, who will obey any command given by their master one hundred percent. Remember, my friend, Her Majesty the Queen is entrusting you with this trump card, not merely to quell the rebellion. She needs to use this to warn all potential enemies, to teach them a profound lesson. Betrayal must be paid for in blood!” Isolte revealed Vilia’s true intentions meaningfully.

Upon hearing this, Taser's pupils contracted slightly, and he cautiously probed, "Just to what extent does this so-called bloody price have to go?"

"Heh, have you ever heard of a massacre? It's when soldiers are told that after the city falls, they can kill civilians, rape women, and plunder property without restraint. Anything that is not allowed under normal circumstances can be done from the moment the order is given."

Isolde gave a chilling hint with a smile…

Chapter 1130-Equality

"Massacre of the city..."

Upon hearing this word, which was both familiar and unfamiliar, Taser couldn't help but shudder, and long-dormant memories began to surface in his mind.

As a veteran who rose from the bottom, he personally participated in quite a few massacres.

Some of these experiences were from when they were young mercenaries, while others were from when they became low-ranking officers in the kingdom.

Regardless of the type, it will torment one's conscience and soul like a nightmare.

Perhaps at first, the unbridled release of the dark and evil desires deep within one's heart may bring a strong sense of satisfaction.

But as they gradually calmed down, each participant felt guilty, uneasy, and fearful to varying degrees, and even questioned themselves repeatedly about why they had lost their minds like wild animals.

What he never expected was that the Queen he served would one day issue such an order!

"What, are you scared?"

Isolt clearly sensed something, and a playful expression immediately appeared on his face.

Taser quickly shook his head: "No! I'm not afraid! It's just that I've remembered some unpleasant things. Are you sure you want to destroy all the garrison in Tilsburg and kill them all? You know, many of them are also citizens of the kingdom, merely coerced by the nobles who launched the rebellion. If possible, I hope to persuade some of them to surrender, to let them atone for their crimes through meritorious service, and to wash away their sins with blood and achievements."

"Hahaha! General, your naiveté amuses me. Please remember, this is not an ordinary war. It is a war to make every noble in the kingdom who still harbors some ulterior motives realize that their pitiful strength is like a sandcastle before the Queen, collapsing with the slightest tide. Moreover, the kingdom is no longer the same as before, allowing them to use their privileges to evade punishment time and time again. Before the law, nobles and commoners are all equal."

"Equal...equality? Nobles and commoners are treated equally?" Taser's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe his ears.

There is no doubt that Isolte's remarks directly overturned his long-established worldview and values.

From childhood, his parents instilled in him the idea that nobles were superior to commoners and that nobles were independent of the legal system. Many things that might cost a commoner their head could be easily escaped legal punishment by a noble simply by apologizing or even paying some compensation.

But now, a court mage, the powerful spellcaster who personally sent the princess to the throne, is telling him that from now on, the kingdom's nobles will be no different from commoners and will no longer enjoy any privileges.

This undoubtedly gave him a huge shock!

That's right!

It's absolutely stunning!

For the first time, Taser understood what Her Majesty the Queen truly wanted to do!

What will the future of the kingdom look like?

“That’s right! Equality! Haven’t you felt it yet? Her Majesty the Queen is suppressing the nobles and promoting a large number of people like you who are of commoner origin?” Isolte bluntly tore off the last veil of pretense.

Although many politically astute individuals had long sensed this tendency, this was the first time they had spoken about it publicly.

“I see…” Taser’s face showed a look of sudden realization, followed by a deep bow with one hand on his chest. “Thank you very much for reminding me. It is the highest honor of my life to serve such a Queen. Please rest assured, I will quell these rebels for Her Majesty and use their blood to warn everyone what the consequences of betrayal are.”

Isolt nodded in satisfaction: “Very good! I’m glad you’re so aware. Now go and do what you need to do. I’ll stay here and enjoy the show.”

"So, can I now issue the order to attack the city?" Taser turned around and stared at the mysterious army that had been standing motionless in formation since it appeared.

As a general, he was eager to test the mettle of these seemingly tough soldiers.

"Don't rush, wait a little longer. Haven't you noticed that our enemies are starting to panic? Give them more time, let them immerse themselves in tension and anxiety, so that when destruction and despair arrive, it will have the best deterrent effect," Isolt calmly advised.

In any case, these special soldiers, who exist between spirits and physical bodies, do not need to eat, rest, or sleep.

What fuels their actions are precisely the extreme emotions that life generates.

Especially on the battlefield, all the enemy's fear, excitement, courage, sadness, and agitation will be transformed into the strength of this legion.

"Understood! Then we'll wait three days, and attack the city after three days." Taser thoughtfully accepted the suggestion.

He wasn't a fool. He knew that since the White Palace's chief mage dared to give such a suggestion, he must have strong confidence in the legion. In addition, his side was more than capable of overwhelming the enemy in both quantity and quality, so there was no need to be too hasty.

……

Just as the mysterious army, shimmering with eerie light, methodically sealed off all the exits of the fortress, Baron Males, hiding inside the sturdy castle, frowned and complained to his closest friend, "Damn it! I think we're in big trouble this time. Spellcasters, I need some spellcasters to fight those strange enemies outside."

"Spellcasters? Are you kidding me? Every spellcaster is a carefully cultivated talent from their respective families! They are either direct descendants of the family or the most loyal of the hereditary vassals. Such people, let alone command, would be impossible to send to the front lines." The court mage rolled his eyes in annoyance.

After all, soldiers are just cannon fodder. No matter how many die, as long as the foundation remains, they can continue to recruit.

But the spellcaster is different!

Putting aside the fact that nurturing it requires a huge amount of gold coins, the magical talent alone is enough to keep many people out.

Therefore, nobles cherish their family's spellcasters like treasures, placing them in a position second only to the head of the family and the first in line to inherit the throne.

"No! This time it's different! Didn't you notice? Vilia has used a trump card she's never used before! This means she won't care about the so-called noble dignity at all and will uproot us and kill us all. We have no way out! No matter what the cost, we must defend the castle and make sure no ship can pass through."

Baron Males roared like a gambler who was about to lose all his wealth, his eyes red...

Chapter 1131 A Dying Struggle

Although many people say that failure is the mother of success, and that we can learn from failure and eventually walk the road to success.

In reality, if there were even the slightest chance of success, I believe no one would want to taste the bitter fruit of failure.

Moreover, those self-comforting and self-deceiving tricks are nothing more than excuses used by losers to soothe and cover up their ugly behavior.

Baron Marais was clearly unwilling to accept defeat and wanted to use all available resources for a final, desperate gamble.

Unfortunately, he was merely a commander temporarily elected by the noble alliance, lacking both the prestige to command respect and the corresponding authority, so the outcome was self-evident.

No noble family was willing to offer up their carefully trained spellcasters. Instead, they sent letters home by various birds, sending their wives and children to flee with their valuables.