Hail the King

Chapter 1090: The Last Ditch Effort (Part Two)

Since he already carried the reputation of a traitor, he didn’t mind that already.

He wanted to give that secret scroll to these two girls, but he was afraid that issues might arise, and the King of Chambord wouldn’t get the scroll. In the end, he decided to find a better time and give the scroll to the King of Chambord himself. After all, this issue was critical, and he couldn’t mess up.

“Later, you two might have to go through some suffering…” Piazon said as he looked at the two girls.

…

-20 minutes later-

When the female roars, screams, and groans finally ended, Piazon left his tent with two bloody ‘corpses’ in his hands.

Only the lightly twitching arms and legs seemed to show that these two girls didn’t die yet.

The guards and soldiers in the area looked at Piazon as if he was a monster. They didn’t expect that this little general who looked handsome and gentle would be so vicious and violent; they suspected that he had a fetish for torturing people. That was the only way in which these two girls were beaten to this degree.

“Yuck! Two b*tches who don’t know their place!” Piazon cussed with a vicious expression.

This young man dragged the two half-dead girls outside the campsite, leaving a trail of blood on the ground.

When Piazon reached Zuli River, he beckoned at two Barcelonan soldiers who were ushering Zenitian refugees. He ordered, “Throw these two btches to the defense wall across the river! Let Chambordians know that this is the ending if they continue to resist and don’t surrender. Remember, don’t kill them! Hehe, I want to see if the Chambordians will save these two btches!”

“Yes, Sir! Don’t worry!”

Seeing the tragic state that these two girls were in where blood and flesh mixed, the soldiers shivered and almost threw up their half-digested dinner. They thought to themselves, “This little general is vicious and sick!”

Soon, the two girls were put onto a wooden cart, and they were pushed toward the area that was crowded by refugees who were dying of hunger and injuries outside the defense wall of Chambord City.

Such things happened every day.

Especially today, a large group of Zenitian refugees were pushed to the other side of the river as the Barcelonans tried to harass and weaken Chambord’s defense.

Piazon observed on the other side of the river. Then, he sneered and turned around, returning to the campsite of Barcelona that the bloody trail led back to.

At this moment, loud drumming noises suddenly sounded in the various campsites, and many troops were gathering.

It seemed like it was about the right time to attack.

…

“Huh? Something is going on?”

The drums woke up Robbin who was napping with his armor on. As the general who was guarding the defense wall tonight, he didn’t dare to be careless. He quickly got up and climbed onto the watchtower before looking into afar.

Lights were bright inside the enemy’s campsites, and it was noisy.

In just a few minutes, people like Bast, Brook, and Old Aryang all rushed to the frontline after hearing the news.

Old Aryang said after a moment of observation, “Prepare for battle! The Barcelonan soldiers’ formations are complex yet tidy, and their morale is rising and condensing instead of falling off. It seems like they are going to attack for real. We might be facing a tough battle.”

“Could it be that they found ways to deal with the mystical gold war puppets?” Robbin asked in shock.

The Chambordians didn’t know what the Barcelonans were up to in the last while. Since the enemies didn’t attack, they must have been scheming something. Right now, the Chambordians could only wait and see.