Did he tell his father that these infantry were the remnants of the cavalry, and that they had been idle for ten years, and that he had trained them for only a month or two? It was useless for any reason, because the soldiers he trained sent them to guard the city gates, and they opened the city gates by themselves. This even made the heroic bravery of the elite archers on the towers and battlements risking their lives to prevent the other side from bombarding the city gates.

Originally, I planned to let them play some roles, after all, in the city gate cave, as long as they desperately resisted the city gate, they could delay for a little longer, and they would delay for a little longer. It would be better if he could delay until Nanjun led the rest of the upper-class nobles to arrive here.

But now, everything is messed up by the soldiers he trained. Although even if those soldiers do not open the city gates, judging by the current situation, they will not last long. However, it doesn't matter anymore, the possibility that he wants to take control of the army again and take revenge on Baron Kant is already very small.

Viscount Carl Cameron looked at Baron Kant, who was standing on top of a goshawk in the sky, with blonde hair fluttering in the wind and a blood-colored cloak raging fiercely behind his back, and he lost his mind for a moment.

At this time, Baron Kant was very dazzling in Carl Cameron's eyes, even a little dazzling. This guy, but even the baron of the world is a terrifying guy who has been split in half with a sword, has become a terrifying existence that his father, who has always been the biggest hero in his heart, does not dare to confront head-on.

It's really awesome, it's a bit excessive! He stood alone in the sky, as if he had trampled the entire Lion Castle on the ground, and Viscount Carl Cameron, as the master of the Lion Castle other than his father, felt a little taken for granted at this time.

Remembering the humiliation that Baron Kant had humiliated him and the other four top counts of the Duchy of Lion, treating them as weak bugs, somehow, Viscount Carl Cameron no longer had the angry heart that he had at that time.

At the same time, he really couldn't understand how this guy, who had been treated like a mongrel since he was a child, could have grown step by step to such a powerful and terrifying situation as he was today, even with thirty ridiculous peasants who had rushed to the desperate situation of death in the Narun Desert.

However, the current situation no longer allows Viscount Carl Cameron to continue to think.

The cold words of his father, Baron Ryan Issey Cameron, came to his ears: "Karl, you go to my fiefdom in the half-dimensional Cameron Castle, there is a secret room in my bedroom, and this token can help you open the secret room. There's the legacy of our Cameron family there, and if this token starts to glow gray, it's dead. ”

Baron Ryan Essay Cameron looked at Baron Kant's army slowly advancing towards the gates of Lion Castle and handed a gray token to Viscount Carl Cameron. He continued: "There is a one-way teleportation array in the secret room, if I die, you escape from that one-way teleportation array, remember to take our family heritage with you. After I die, you will awaken your true name as soon as possible and inherit my position as a baron of the world, and at the same time, you can go to the elders of the family. If in the future, you can return to the native world of Isai, if Baron Kant is still alive at that time, don't forget the hatred of our family! ”

Baron Carl Cameron heard Ryan Iseh Cameron's indifferent words and understood that these were his father's dying words, and tears flowed involuntarily. No matter how much his father changed after inheriting the position of Baron of the World and obtaining the inheritance of the Cameron family, Carl Cameron can still feel his father's deep love for him.

He also understood that in the face of the incomparably powerful Baron Kant, his father was really in danger of falling.

"Father, let me be with you, I'm not afraid of death!" Viscount Carl Cameron suddenly felt a surge of blood in his heart, and he couldn't help but speak.

"Get out!" Baron Ryan Issey Cameron suddenly made a move, and a thick curse rule power slammed into Viscount Carl Cameron, pushing him far away.

After Kant put away the Spirit of War, the goshawk carried him in the direction of the towers and battlements. When he moved to the top of the tower, Kant released 100 Spirits of War again, but this time directly on the towers and battlements, sending them to clear the archers on the towers and battlements.

As soon as the Spirit of War appeared, the archers on the towers and battlements were immediately amazed.

How could there be a reason for heavy cavalry to appear directly on the city walls and towers with men and horses, this simply subverted this group of archers' perception of the world, and it was concluded that they often fought with the demonic army, and they had never encountered such a strange situation.

These heavy cavalry, they are all very familiar with death, just now, they poured a lot of arrows at this heavy cavalry, but it did not work at all. Now, this heavy cavalry appeared directly on the towers and battlements, and they felt nothing but surprise and fear.

What can they do against an army whose arrows can't break through at all?

"Archery! Archery! We're so close, we're going to be able to shoot them to death! The leader of the archers shouted loudly, even if they were in a desperate situation, but as long as they were not dead, they would fight these heavy cavalry to the end. It's like they're fighting the demon army.

Since they became soldiers, they know that sooner or later they will have such a day. Before, they had always thought that they would die at the hands of demons, but today, they realized that they were afraid that they were going to die at the hands of a group of heavily armored knights who were even more unpredictable than demons.

The forces of war were silent, still silent, and the only sounds on the walls and battlements were the clatter of horses' hooves trampling the bluestone slabs on the ground, the clatter of arrows as they flew out, the hum of bowstrings, and the howls of archers before they died.

As the archers had expected, they had nothing to do with this almost inhuman army, and the 100 war spirits, like a group of killing machines, were killing silently but with unusual speed, and there was no sign that they would be tired or afraid. In the face of the slaughter, in the face of the fresh lives that died under the sword of their knights, they remained silent and ruthless.

"What a perfect bunch of battlefield killers!" Seeing the efficient killing of the spirit of war, I couldn't help but praise it.