Chapter 69: Burning Down the Enemy's City

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  At this time, the cavalry that was counting was still counting: "138... 139..." Many city civilians had already packed up their important things and fled from the city gate, a scene of chaos. There were also some people who were obviously on Lord Lusere's side, not only did they not escape, but they also stopped others, and were beheaded one by one by Hart's cavalry.

  A cavalryman was left at the city gate to direct fleeing civilians in the direction of Pilsen.

  Another Frost Giant became enraged, running past the one screaming in agony in the fire, taking two swift strides and bringing its massive club down towards Hart with a loud crash.

  In a flash, Hart hastily retreated several steps back, dodging the attack and breaking out in cold sweat. Next, Hart conjured up another magical trick, and from the chaotic corner of the city, a woman's undergarment flew up, perfectly covering the Frost Giant's eyes. At the same time, he spurred his warhorse to gallop two steps to the side, and the Frost Giant's massive club smashed into a civilian house, instantly crushing it with its enormous strength. The debris from the house flew everywhere, like a high-explosive bomb detonating at close range. The fragments hit Hart's armor, producing a series of loud clanging sounds, and his white horse also suffered some minor injuries.

  Xī mò yòu tāo chū liǎng píng yóu lái, yùn qǐ dǒu qì lái, hěn hěn de shuài zài shuāng jù rén de shēn shàng, shuāng jù rén hái méi fǎn yìng guò lái, yòu shì yī gēn diǎn rán de huǒ jiàn shè zài tā de zuǒ bì shàng.

  The frost giant was resolute, and with a stretch of his right hand, he brutally tore off his own left hand and flung it fiercely at the cavalrymen. The massive and highly flammable arm of the frost giant caused the cavalry troops to fall into chaos.

  Right after that, the Frost Giant pounced at Hart, and it seemed like he was absolutely unable to dodge this attack. But then Hart sneered coldly, his right hand opened up, and a wave pattern heavily imprinted itself on the Frost Giant's chest. Upon closer inspection, this wave pattern was exactly the same as the flower pattern that had been branded onto Hart's chest by the magical necklace.

  Hart whispered, "Magic Strangulation!" The ripples quickly seeped into the Frost Giant's body, grasped his heart and sucked it violently. The Frost Giant immediately felt his heart tighten, unable to breathe, as if he had a severe heart disease, and knelt weakly on the ground.

  This is the only magic trick that Harte can use to effectively kill his enemies after opening the necklace's ability. Moreover, this trick has a special point, which is to absorb the enemy's soul and replenish one's own soul.

  This looks more like a demon's artifact, but Hart, who craves power, can't care about that anymore.

  Harte's thin body also began to swell, and the dry white hair on his head became somewhat moist.

  "257...... 258......" The cavalry was about to finish counting.

  Taking advantage of the fact that the Frost Giant's heart was being grasped by Hart with magic, Hart knew this move was not enough to kill the Frost Giant and loudly shouted: "Sim, kill him!"

  Sim responded with a deep breath, swinging his great sword and jumping forward. The sword's blade shone with a fierce aura, beheading the Frost Giant in one swift motion. At the same time, Hart withdrew his magic, causing fresh blood to gush out from the giant's severed neck, spraying Hart's face!

  "Halt shouted: 'Action! Assemble outside the east gate!'"

  Then all the cavalry dispersed, riding horses and smashing oil bottles that had been prepared long ago on houses. The Frost Giants tried to block them in a flustered manner, but it was not very effective. There were also Frost Giants who wanted to escape, but they were blocked by the cavalry near the city hall. The city was not big, just a small town, and it was convenient to surround and block it.

  When the count reached three hundred, Hart smiled coldly and stretched out his right hand, a noble's hand, slender and long. He snapped his fingers, releasing his final spell of the day, still a zero-level ignition technique. With a loud roar, fierce flames erupted in the town, engulfing the Frost Giants surrounding the center, all of whom were buried in the sea of fire. The civilians who remained loyal to Lord Lusere fled from the west gate.

  In the distance, a cloud of dust rose, and it seemed that Luther's reinforcements had arrived.

  Harte took his cavalry and protected the civilians as they retreated towards Pailles. Sir Luthier's troops saw that the enemy was already retreating, and seeing the fire that had just started burning, hesitated for a moment before choosing to put out the fire, allowing Harte and the others to leave freely.

  Harte coldly laughed and led the civilians to safely retreat back near Paillesburg, where he also set up a camp. With Gwain's permission, he had sharp ice spikes densely arranged around the camp.

  The residents of the small town had all rested and rebuilt their wooden houses, each family had settled down, only then did they have time to mourn their deceased loved ones.

  Hart walked into the camp, followed by more than a dozen white-robed silver-armored cavalrymen, led by 6th-level knight Sim. Each of them was at least level 3, and they were all absolutely loyal to Hart.

  After entering the camp, Hart looked at everyone, and everyone also looked at him.

  Suddenly, a fat man rushed over and grabbed Hart's neck, shouting savagely: "It was you! You're the one who burned my Lucy to death!"

  Harte wrapped his arms around the fat man, pressing him to his own eyes, and the charm of the technician made his gaze full of aggression, staring straight into the fat man's mind.

  Pangzi's emotions were already on the verge of collapse, and after seeing this gaze, he couldn't control his emotions anymore, bursting into loud wails, even loosening his grip on Harte's neck.

  Harte patted his shoulder and comforted him, "Our loved ones were killed by the Frost Giant, they were killed by that traitor Luther, we will avenge them, I promise you, we will avenge them!"

  The man's cry moved everyone, and the atmosphere became heavy. Hart handed the man over to the knights behind him and walked to the center of the arena. His white robe and silver armor made him look majestic and powerful. The youthfulness of his face made people feel that his body was full of vitality. His white long hair and noble temperament gave people a sense of trust when they saw him. The mysterious charm of a wizard on his body made this positive influence even deeper and more effective.

  "My dear fellow villagers, I know about the harm that Frost Giant has caused you. My heart aches too."

  Harte's tone was mournful and soothing, as if every syllable fell into the hearts of these countrymen, filling some of the wounds in their hearts.

  "We never thought that Luser, the bastard, would bring the crazy and terrifying Frost Giant into our peaceful Northland for his own ambition. Originally, our lives were poor, but we could still gather with our loved ones, drink together, brag, and laugh together."

  But now all of that is gone!!!! Our home has been occupied by the enemy, our loved ones have been slaughtered like snacks by the Frost Giants, our land has become a hunting ground for the Frost Giants, it's because of that bastard Lushe, those monsters the Frost Giants! We must take revenge!!!!!

  Harte's voice was heart-wrenching and seemed to have an inexplicable magic that ignited everyone's passion.

  "We must avenge!!! We must avenge!!!" The men, women, old and young in the camp all raised their arms and shouted loudly, even the fat man who had lost control earlier raised his arm and shouted at the top of his lungs, with tears and snot streaming down his face.

  "Those who seek revenge, follow me! The knights under my command will instruct you in the art of combat, my family will provide you with weapons and equipment, and I myself guarantee victory!!!! Eternal victory, final victory!!!!!"

  The whole camp was in an uproar, with people rushing to the center as if they had caught sight of a lifeline in a desperate situation, wailing as if devout followers witnessing a miracle on Judgment Day.

  Hart always wore a sympathetic smile and patiently received every refugee, refusing those who were not suitable and encouraging those who joined.