Chapter 54

Chapter 54: The Sad Song Named Guardianship

The purple-red beams of the Magic Cannons began to rampage in Button City, and the soldiers who were already having fun almost hit Sivey on the other side of the wall.

Under the hazy night, Button City descended into chaos.

At this moment, the remaining defense forces of Button City consciously began to organize troops to try to retake the wall.

But without a leader, they were like scattered sand, and several attempts were repelled by the militiamen under Sivey.

After overcoming their initial fear on the battlefield, these newly arrived militiamen, under the leadership of the lord and the powerful Bloodhoof Clan Warriors, burst out with high morale.

They only needed to follow orders and act decisively to effectively repel Button City’s scattered counterattacks.

“Alright, stop playing around. Leave some people to guard one side of the wall. Smash all the Magic Cannons on the other walls. The rest of you, come with me to plunder Homan Castle.”

With Sivey’s command issued, everyone began to act one after another.

At this moment, a Bloodhoof Clan Warrior carrying a Magic Cannon approached.

It was Karl Bloodhoof, who was infatuated with the Magic Cannon. Behind him were several militiamen holding boxes of magic crystals.

“My lord, these Magic Cannons are good stuff. It’s a pity to smash them…”

Sivey looked at Karl Bloodhoof in surprise.

The weight of these Magic Cannons was not light at all, after all, they were used for defense. It was also difficult to carry them to the heavy battlefield. Yet now, Karl Bloodhoof was carrying them on his shoulders seemingly effortlessly.

He said somewhat speechlessly, “Our remaining forces are struggling to guard the four sides of the city wall, and these Magic Cannons are too heavy and inconvenient to carry. It’s better to smash them.”

Karl Bloodhoof starred with big bull eyes and suggested earnestly, “My lord, you can let each of us from the Bloodhoof Clan carry one…”

“Shut up, Karl. Do you think everyone has super strength like you?”

Before Karl Bloodhoof could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a Tauren Warrior behind him, and other Taurens also echoed:

“That’s right, we Bloodhoof Clan should wield giant axes and crush the enemies’ heads on the front lines, not hide behind firing these Magic creations!”

“Karl, you’re a disgrace to the Bloodhoof Clan Tauren Warriors!”

Karl Bloodhoof’s nose flared in anger and he roared indignantly, “You stubborn bulls, Magic Cannons can play a greater role on the battlefield!”

Neither side accepted the other’s opinion. Eventually, under Sivey’s mediation, Karl Bloodhoof himself carried a Magic Cannon, and two Tauren carried one. In total, they took away five Magic Cannons, while the remaining artillery positions were ordered to be destroyed.

At this moment, Sivey also received a sudden refresh of the system’s Villain Mission:

“Ding! Daily Villain Missions have been refreshed.

Villain Mission One: Seize the iron mine belonging to the Button Family.

Villain Mission Two: Plunder Homan Castle.

Villain Mission Three: In the upcoming battle, kill all Earth Knights and send their heads to Count Ampere.

Completing all quests may trigger a critical hit reward. Please continue to work hard, host!”

Sivey looked at the system’s quests thoughtfully. Now that the system had shaken off its low-level interests, it had definitively set him on the path to becoming a notorious bandit.

…

Within Homan Castle, a brutal looting and pillaging incident was taking place.

“Pick up all the valuable items!”

“Anything inconvenient to carry, like oil paintings and silk, burn them all!”

“Why are you carrying plates? They’re worth nothing, smash them!”

…

The servants and stewards of the Button Family were trembling in a group like quails, cowering in the corner. Those who dared to resist were already lying in a pool of blood.

Surrounding them were the hurried shouts, footsteps, and the sound of various objects breaking from the soldiers of the Eagle Territory.

After a moment, the once luxurious and wealthy Homan Castle was soon plundered empty by these bandit-like soldiers, who then left in haste.

The stewards and servants, trembling with fear, got up from the ground, only to see a scene of devastation.

The exquisite glass porcelain plates were smashed all over the ground, the walls were covered in torn-up masterpieces of oil paintings, and the castle was filled with smoke from burning furniture.

“Quick, put out the fire!”

One of the stewards, who knows, shouted hurriedly, waking up the dazed crowd.

Outside Button City, all the looted goods from Homan Castle had already been loaded onto vehicles. Sivey didn’t have time to count, but he conservatively estimated that the value of the goods looted from this old family was five to six times that of Black River Castle.

And that didn’t even include the five Magic Cannons.

These goods would be escorted back to Winterfell by a Tauren Warrior leading five hundred soldiers.

Meanwhile, Sivey hurriedly rushed to the main battlefield in the iron ore area with a group of Bloodhoof Clan Warriors.

The Viscount of Button was suspicious by nature. Once he suspected that the Eagle Territory’s army was delaying, he would immediately launch an attack. It was estimated that the battle had already been going on for some time.

But in fact, the situation on the main battlefield was even more dire than Sivey had imagined.

The battle had been going on for an hour.

When approaching the army of the Eagle Territory, the Viscount of Button launched a fierce attack without hesitation.

After a brief skirmish, he quickly identified the strength and weaknesses of the Winterfell army. Now he not only intended to take the iron mine but also to attack the Eagle Territory!

On the battlefield near the iron ore area, although there were more Common knights from Winterfell, they were still gradually falling into a bitter battle under the siege of nearly thirty Great Knights from the Button Family.

In one corner of the battlefield, within the Winterfell army formation, two Common knights were fighting with a Button Family Great Knight.

Although they successfully depleted the Qi of this Great Knight through their tacit cooperation, their own Qi was also exhausted.

Now it was only a contest of physical strength left, but even the two of them combined were not a match for this Great Knight.

They were now lying on the ground, thinking they were doomed, when suddenly, several Winterfell militiamen rushed over and attacked the Great Knight.

They fearlessly used their bodies to block the Great Knight’s path, and soon someone was killed by the Great Knight, but other militiamen quickly filled in.

The Great Knight wielded his sword, looking grim, seeming annoyed.

His emotions getting out of control also made him make a mistake for a moment, as his hand holding the sword was suddenly grabbed by a militiaman, and then more militiamen seized the opportunity to surround him, knocking him down to the ground.

But the Great Knight was still a Great Knight after all. Even in such a predicament, he could still use his entire body as a weapon.

He headbutted, kneed, and elbowed, causing two or three militiamen to collapse and spit blood.

“Sir knight, kill him quickly, we can’t hold him down much longer!”

“Hurry!”

A militiaman turned his head, shouting hoarsely with all his strength.

Seizing this opportunity, the two knights immediately struggled to get up, picking up the Longswords from the ground.

Supporting each other, they staggered to the crowd, the scene before them making their souls tremble.

They saw the Button Family’s Great Knight, his eyes crimson, struggling and panting, roaring with anger and resentment.

But his body was firmly held down by several militiamen.

Some militiamen were bleeding from seven orifices and on the verge of collapse.

More had fierce expressions, faces covered in blood.

They had no spare hands to grab weapons, so they could only use their teeth to bite the Great Knight’s face, exerting all their strength to hold onto his arms, roaring as they tangled with the Great Knight on the ground.

Around them lay bodies in all directions, all of these militiamen’s comrades.

The two Winterfell knights, unable to be shocked any further by the scene before them, raised their Longswords to strike the Great Knight. But they found no place to strike—the Great Knight was almost entirely covered by the bodies of the militiamen.

The two knights could only go around to the other side. In the fearful gaze of the Great Knight, they stabbed a sword into his eye socket and, with a forceful twist, silenced the Great Knight, whose brain tissue was instantly destroyed.

A few militiamen breathed a sigh of relief at this sight, rolling off the Great Knight’s body and lying on the ground, gasping for air.

The two knights looked at the militiamen on the ground with complicated expressions, and asked in a hoarse voice, “Why did you… do this…”

One of the militiamen who had caught his breath raised his head and said with a smile:

“We’re just a group of peasants, but Sir knight is an important force under the lord.”

“The lord has been kind to us, reducing our taxes. We have nothing to repay his kindness, so we use our humble lives to exchange for Sir knight’s safety.”

“Sir knight, please protect Winterfell! Protect the lord!”

…

Similar scenes were not only happening here but also all over the battlefield.

The Winterfell militiamen and swordsmen were fearlessly protecting their knights, causing great trouble for the knights of the Button Territory. After all, their militiamen wouldn’t protect them; it was already good enough if they didn’t run away from the battlefield.

In the chaotic battlefield, old ideas began to quietly change, as darkness faded, and the stars shone brightly.

The nascent military spirit also shone more brightly under the hammering of blood and fire.

---

Please support us on Ko-fi.

---

---