Chapter 99 The natural disaster storm is too gloomy!

"The other trainees did not spare any prisoners; instead, they exterminated them all."

"Our only advantage, by comparison, is that we have a traitor who has not been discovered by General Mo Yuan."

Elsie suggested, "Why don't we let him go in and give it a try?"

"Assassination?" Dongshan Hong pondered.

Connor: "Turning them away."

Lynn coughed a few times and said, "Poisoning the well."

Yin Lang: "Huh? Huh!?"

[Holy crap! What kind of knightly order is this? Each one is more treacherous than the last!]

Parker suddenly pointed to the top of the tent; he didn't have any good ideas anyway, so maybe...

His eyes lit up, and he said with a hint of wisdom, "Hey! You haven't eaten yet, have you? I've got it! I'll go cook you a bowl of noodles!"

After saying that, he turned and left the place.

"Wait!" David suddenly called out.

"I……"

"No scallions."

[Why is this new meme suddenly being used?!?]

"How about we assassinate him first? If the assassination fails, we'll try to turn him into a rebel. If that doesn't work, we'll poison him, and then we'll leave, haha?" Trisna tilted her head, smiled, and joked.

"Aha! Brilliant!" Yin Lang gave a thumbs up.

"What does my lord think?" Connor asked, turning his gaze to Elsie.

Elsie sighed. Actually, she didn't need to ask her at this point, since she didn't have any good ideas!

“It’s all good, you can decide for yourselves… or you can try letting him decide.” Elsie pointed to Manlin outside.

"Huh?" Dongshan Hong exclaimed in surprise, "Let him choose? If he had the choice, he would have run away with his men long ago!"

“That’s even better!” Elsie said thoughtfully. “Whether it’s assassination, turning against us, poisoning us, or betraying us, it’s all his choice.”

"If everything goes well, that would be best; if there is betrayal, then this city has no reason to exist."

Everyone: "!!!"

Lynn's eyes darted around, and she silently took a step back.

Connor's brow furrowed in gloom...

[Hilarious! They betrayed you, how are you going to fight them with just two hundred men?]

El looked at the pop-up window and laughed, "I'm done with my CD."

[You're done with the cooldown... huh? Huh!!? Holy crap!? Holy crap! Is the cooldown not fixed?!?]

"Who knows?" El looked up at the sky. "Perhaps the cooldown of the Cataclysm is also related to nature."

"In short, Manlin is no longer important to me. If he can handle things well, everyone can survive; if he can't, I'll just have to work harder!"

"I've decided to give him a chance..."

...

“Unbelievable! Manlin!” One of the captured soldiers seemed to recognize Manlin.

"You came here after being wanted by the Holy Temple. I heard it's because the higher-ups ordered your legion to blockade the Suou Valley Fortress?"

"That has nothing to do with you. You were just doing your duty. You were implicated. How could you be convicted of betraying the royal family?"

“Haha…” Manlin shook his head with a wry smile: “I wasn’t the only one involved in that incident. It seems the Holy Temple is very sensitive to something.”

"The officer who gave me the order didn't even have a chance to go to jail; he was hanged in public."

"I heard this matter involves the war between Earl Allen and Earl Windsor; we were just caught in the crossfire..."

"Is it because of Elsie? Our lord?" The other captured soldiers crowded around.

“Yes, but it’s not easy for her either.” Manlin nodded: “If she gets involved, she will only become a tool for the ceasefire, a pawn for both families to summarize the overall situation after the war is suspended. She may even become a political sacrifice.”

"At that time, the conflict between the two families will probably be much more complicated."

"No wonder he came from a military academy, his analytical skills are better than mine!" A captured soldier gave a thumbs up.

Suddenly, a coalition soldier arrived at the vanguard's camp, breaking the idle chatter.

"Manlin!" He beckoned with his finger, gesturing for the other person to come over.

Manlin leaned closer and, as the soldier whispered, his eyes widened in shock.

"I!?"

"Hiss... I understand." Manlin stroked his chin and asked again, "When do I leave?"

The soldier glanced at Elsie not far away, and she made a gesture. The soldier immediately replied, "Now is the best time."

"We don't have much time to wait."

“Okay, I’ll go right away,” Manlin said.

At the same time, he was also puzzled by the order.

He was willing to use any means to seize the city, but he had too few people at his disposal, and he wasn't sure how to withdraw when the time came.

"In short... it's time to take action!"

...

Manlin wasted no time; upon receiving the order, he immediately led the vanguard to Shadow City.

Trisna rode her horse and watched the other person leave. She silently removed her helmet, and a gentle breeze lifted her hair...

"A storm?"

“Storm…” Connor was restless inside the tent.

He could clearly recall that night.

Elsie's storm! A devastating force!

How many people will die? In what way?

True warriors die on the battlefield? A fair and square duel? Ha...

“It doesn’t exist at all…” Connor chuckled self-deprecatingly.

In the corner, Lynn lit a match, but the cold wind quickly extinguished it.

"How interesting, the light is fleeting... Oh, storm, with your mighty power to take everything away."

A shadowy figure in the corner nodded in approval.

...

On the main road at the north gate of Shadow City, Manlin led his team closer, praying as much as possible that the guards were unaware of the situation at the watchtower.

He didn't want to be riddled with arrows!

The last rays of the setting sun fell on the city wall, and the golden-orange glow reflected on his resolute face.

Manlin looked back at his team to check for anything unusual, and only felt relieved after confirming one last time. He could only pray for the blessing of the twenty-four-winged angels.

"Halt!!!" came the voice of the city defense commander from the city wall.

As expected, they seemed unaware that the three watchtowers outside had been captured and that they themselves had betrayed the cause.

"Hey! Klin!" Manlin shouted at the top of his lungs, "The Knights have attacked the watchtowers, and all three have been captured. We need the general to discuss this further!"

"What?" Klin on the city wall was stunned for a moment when he heard this. He remembered the bell he had heard not long ago.

Although the time was short, he thought the trouble was over and didn't report it, but it seems he lost too quickly.

"General, you are resisting the enemy. Should I send troops to reinforce the watchtower?" Klin shouted. "Hey! Manlin! How many of them are there?"

“Countless!” Manlin replied. “The watchtower is lost, and this is all the men we have left! Please, let us in!”

"You don't want to see us freeze to death in the cold night, do you?"

Klin hesitated for a moment. Theoretically, he should inform the general first, but remembering how Manlin had saved him from danger on the battlefield, he ultimately chose to open the door.

"Open the door!"

The north gate slowly opened, and Manlin led his troops into the city. Theoretically speaking, now was the best time to attack the city.

The city defense force at the north gate is not large, numbering less than a hundred. Once the city gate is opened, they can rely on a knightly order of two hundred men...