Roland's current mission has been completed, and the rest depends on the performance of Hawk and Link.

Even with the expertise of double blue-blue effect such as "Roland's enthusiasm", he would not have any combat power for at least three hours.

The two self-exploding fireball techniques completely took away his blue bars, and the magic backlash caused by the sky blue directly formed a "negative state" recognized by the system.

‘Severe magic backlash: You have overdrawn your mental power so that you can’t use any magic for three hours.’

There is also a small icon behind it, which is responsible for indicating how much time is left for this negative state.

Roland just tried it without believing in the evil way to see if he really couldn't use magic, but his head hurt so much that his cheeks almost cramped.

At this time, in Jeter's live broadcast room, the chat records began to flood the screen.

'I'll go, this Link is so dark. Not only did I trip Marsso, I even covered it with mud.'

‘Isn’t this a normal operation?’

‘As a grasslander, I despise this kind of behavior of not loving horses.’

‘I was just thinking, all these horse meats were wasted, they could be steamed, cooked, fried or roasted, they were all delicious, what a pity.’

‘No, don’t you feel speechless? It’s a tactic of stealing the house. Can’t you go in openly? If you always use this kind of sneaky method to fight, people will become vulgar. Especially Roland, who always blasts open the gate with magic. Is it interesting?’

'I'll go, there's something wrong with the people upstairs. Roland and the others are less than half of the other party's, they don't have any armor and weapons, and they are still using stones and stone guns. In this case, you actually said you want to hit the ball openly. You'll be so funny.'

‘If I were Roland, I would have thought it was interesting.’

‘+1’

Another neat reply.

Roland laughed loudly when he saw it. These silly netizens are very interesting.

But compared with Roland's relaxation, John Old and John Jr. were not so happy.

It can even be described as ultra-low air pressure gloom.

When they rode their horses anxiously back to the castle, they found that the genocide cavalry that their family had finally cultivated was almost wiped out, and most of the people and horses were lying on the ground.

The screams of people and the pain of horses mixed together, which made people almost cry.

The horse tripped to the ground had broken its front hooves, lying on its side, screaming helplessly.

Only a small number of slower cavalry survived and walked around uneasyly outside the tripper.

"You!" Old John looked at Link ahead, his face turned extremely cold. He glared at Link sinisterly and said gritting his teeth and spitting out a word from his throat: "Son of Gold."

The sound was filled with a hint of hissing, coldly like a poisonous snake just crawling out of hibernation and constantly stretching out its tongue.

Link stood in front of the destroyed castle gate, and the soldiers behind him had already controlled the entire castle.

Old John had seen his wife and daughter, and was forced to sit on the balcony on the second floor.

Although they were not tied up, they looked nervous and their bodies were stiff, and they were obviously frightened.

Old John dismounted, took two steps before, and said angrily: "You are rebelling, put down your weapons and honestly accept the punishment you deserve. Otherwise, you will be enemies of the entire noble team in the future."

"You can't represent the entire aristocratic class." Link smiled: "I have heard too much about such threats and have no nutrition at all. Let's talk about something more substantial."

Little John also jumped off the horse, and he interrupted and roared: "Link, I used to treat you as friends. This is how you deal with us?"

Putting a hat and occupying the moral high ground are common debate methods for nobles.

"Repay you?" Link turned his head, obviously a man, but he looked very cute: "What did you do to benefit us? He gave us work, salary, or life? You are such a funny person who speaks. Do you think you are a nobleman and a smile to us ordinary people is a great gift?"

Little John's face turned black.

Link was indeed right. Little John always believed that he was kind to the common people because of the pride of the nobles and did not want him to have the same knowledge as the common people.

He believed that the first two banquets he had received Roland and the Golden Sons, and was given his kindness, was also a great gift to them.

But he never felt that there was a clear malice in his behavior against Roland and the others.

Old John stopped Little John. He stared at Link, suppressed his anger, and said slowly: "What are you trying to talk about."

"Now we have won, so we want to make a contract. After all, we are all people who love life and are unwilling to fight to expand too much." Link continued to laugh.

"What contract."

"The non-aggression treaty is the same as you have to compensate us enough gold coins."

"This is impossible!" Old John said word by word.

Link smiled happily: "This is Hawk's idea. I didn't agree with it at first. At this time, we have to get rid of the roots. But who said he is the vice president? I can only listen to him. Old City Lord, you don't want to accept this regulation. I am the happiest person. Should I think about it again? Don't make me so happy, okay?"

Shit, this Gold Son has some mental problems.

Seeing Link's smile slightly distorted, Old John was even more angry.

At this time, a lot of messy footsteps came from behind. It turned out that hundreds of city guards rushed over, and their legs did not run faster than four legs.

With the soldiers around him, John became more confident. He waved his hand and shouted: "The whole army attacked and killed them all for me."

Little John was shocked: "Father, mother and sister are still in their hands, if they do it..."

"Don't worry, my child, I'll teach you another lesson." Old John looked at his wife and daughter and said lightly: "Women do have to hurt you, but at critical moments, they have the obligation to sacrifice for their family. They usually eat well and dress well, and they don't need to worry about anything. This kind of beautiful life is a price that must be paid at the right time."

What else do little John want to say: "But..."

Old John waved coldly: "If I am concerned this time, all my enemies in the future will use this method to force me to submit. You must remember that once you become the city lord in the future, you must at least do it without any weakness in your relationship."

Little John looked at his mother and sister not far away, and turned his head helplessly and closed his eyes.

The infantry behind him were passing by like flowing water.

Link took a step back, and more than one hundred beggar soldiers rushed out from behind him. One group set up thick wooden square shields first, while the other group hid behind the big shield with guns and handed them out of the gap.

Old John's eyes shrank: Gun and shield formation!

With this wave, the door was blocked. It was almost impossible to rush into the castle.
Chapter completed!