Chambord’s soldiers and citizens lost their strength to even stand up and their weapons were dropped to the ground. They all rushed down the defensive wall and ran towards the castle gates. Everyone wanted to get onto the collapsed bridge. Even if they ended up dying, they still wanted to bring their king back. No one believed that their king who was blessed by the God of War was dead. He had to be alive; he just had to be!
In the crowd, only a few people were standing still quietly; they all had different expressions, but their excitement leaked through their eyes. Head Minister Bazzer was standing under the watchtower and was having a hard time holding back his delight, “Great! He’s finally dead!” Honestly, the strength that Alexander had shown in that battle greatly shocked and threatened him. He didn’t expect that the retarded teenage king could have that kind of power, “Was Alexander’s retarded behaviour from before all an act?” Bazzer would have a cold sweat every time he thought about that. The more he looked at the invincible figure on the bridge, the more he became terrified…… “It’s perfect! Alexander was killed in the hands of the enemies and the collapse of the bridge means that the enemies can’t threat Chambord anymore. It’s just like killing two bird with one stone! My upcoming plans can be perfectly executed now.”
Beside Bazzer, the fatty Gill had a big smile on his face.