Outside Blackmoon Castle.

Wilber led more than ten manor owners and 5000 soldiers to look at the castle gate. Half of the 5000 men were on horses. They were not iron-tier magical beasts but ordinary, tall horses. At that moment, they shook their necks and made loud, nasal noises.

Every ten people in their army had armor. The last one hundred elites were in a complete set of armor and weapons. The others were only in regular clothes. Even though they looked like they were in an uneven formation, they still had a strong aura—after all, they had more people.

“This is Blackmoon Castle.”

A manor lord beside Wilber sighed.

He had been talking about Blackmoon Castle for the past few days, and that was the first time he had seen it in person. He realized that Blackmoon Castle was even more magnificent than he had ever imagined; he felt a sense of awe.

There were many people like him; the other manor lords had the same reaction when they saw Blackmoon Castle for the first time.

However, they were more excited than in awe. The most excited one was Wilber. He looked at Nightingale beside him and the basket in Nightingale's hand, and his eyes burned.

The basket in Nightingale's hand was full of Rainbow Phoenix Chicken eggs, which proved that the rumor about the Rainbow Phoenix Chicken in Blackmoon Castle was accurate.

“Miss Nightingale, where did you get the eggs?” Wilber asked.

If they were stolen, then he hoped that Nightingale would share them with him later.

Under everyone's envious eyes, Nightingale picked up an egg from the basket casually and stuffed it into her mouth. She replied indifferently, “Of course, they were given to me by Watson.”

Watson had given them to her?

As hope swallowed his saliva, a strange look appeared on his face. It meant that Miss Nightingale had been in Blackmoon Castle.

“Yes, why?” Nightingale did not even look at him.

“Since you were in the castle just now, why didn't you take the opportunity to kill Watson and the castle's master? If you had made your move, then we wouldn't need to dispatch our men. Instead, we'd be in the castle where we can enjoy fine wine and eggs.”

“I didn't think I needed to say it. Sorry, I forgot! I'll sneak into the castle later and a.s.sa.s.sinate him again.”

Nightingale's perfunctory response made the corners of Wilber's lips twitch. He could see that Nightingale had no intention to deal with Watson at all. She was putting on a show, which made him very unhappy, but he had to suppress it.

As long as Nightingale was not Watson's ally, then it was fine. They still had the advantage.

Wilber ignored Nightingale; he turned around and shouted at his men. “My companions, we are gathered today here because of a common goal, and that is to deal with the same enemy—Blackmoon Castle! I believe that everyone has heard of what this castle has done in the past few months. Without the consent of their surrounding farms, they have expanded their land without permission. They took advantage of their wealth to openly rob the servants of other farms. They think nothing of us.

“Keeping this castle is a disaster; it's time to destroy it! Everyone, attack now. Kill anyone who dares to resist you!”

He did not give the castle a chance to prepare; Wilber waved his hand, and the thousands of cavalrymen beside him rushed forward with a shout.

“Kill, Kill, Kill!”

“Charge! Break your way through the castle, take the Rainbow Phoenix Chicken eggs, and s.n.a.t.c.h their high-quality defensive weapons.”

Thousands of people stepped forward at the same time, and it caused the earth to shake. A satisfied smile appeared on Wilber's lips, and he focused his attention on the few mages beside him.

“Elder Folson, I'll have to trouble you next!”

Even though Wilber was confident that those 5000 people could break their way through the castle walls, he could not guarantee that there would not be any damage. So, it was a job for Folson. Mages were great at large-scale attacks.

“Don't worry; I'll make sure you're satisfied.”

Folson had a calm smile on his face as he waved at the five mages beside him. “I've taught you the joint attack spell. How are you guys doing?”

“Elder Folson, we have almost mastered it.”

“Very good. Now is the time to test the results of your learning!”

Folson patted the small bag on his waist, and a sky-blue magic staff flew out of it. Dense water elements surrounded it. He used the magic staff to draw a huge five-pointed star array on the ground; each of the five points was filled with water element symbols in the shape of waves.

Under his guidance, the other five mages stood in five different directions of the five-pointed star, and he was in the center. He raised his staff, and at the top of the magical stick, a sapphire the size of a fist emitted a dazzling light.

Folson muttered.

“Water elements that fill the world, please heed my call; I am silver-tier mage Folson. Condense them into a surging current and become a spear that purifies everything! Descend, silver-tier magic—spear of the Great Waterfall!”

A huge spear appeared above the mages' heads. It was more than ten meters long and looked like a hanging waterfall. It was surrounded by long snake-like patterns and emitted rustling sounds.

The 5000-strong troops had just rushed forward when they realized that such a huge spear had appeared above their head. They trembled in shock. They knew that if the spear were to fall, at least dozens of them would be killed on the spot. They sighed at the power of mages.

It was not only them, but even Wilber had only seen such a huge spell for the first time. He sucked in a breath of cold air when he saw the large spear in the sky.

Wilber felt that it was not a loss to spend so much money on those mages. Not far away from him, Zangwill, who was also a farm owner, sighed. “It seems that my old friend has become stronger again.” At the same time, he revealed a relaxed smile. He knew that there was only one way for Blackmoon Castle to be destroyed.

“Spear of the Great Waterfall, kill everything in front of you!”

Folson waved his magic staff. The spear brought with it the power of the thunder. It hit Blackmoon Castle's main gate like a small mountain that had fallen from the sky. The game and walls on both sides collapsed with a loud bang before it revealed a barren land. The ground was full of water-filled potholes.

The Spear of the Great Waterfall was a bronze-tier combined attack spell, but it had the power of a gold-tier spell. Except for Folson, the other five mages who had cast the spell had fallen onto the ground; they were exhausted.

The so-called combined attack spell was to extract the strength of those who were not strong enough and combine it to cast a spell beyond their rank. As long as there were enough people, an iron-tier spell could be used to destroy the world. The price was that the person who cast the magic would be weakened for a long time.

“Master Wilber, we have broken through the gate.”

Folson looked a little pale. That attack had consumed half of the magic elements in his body, but he still fared much better than the others.

Wilber nodded repeatedly. “Well, as everyone can see, thanks to Elder Folson's help, the gate is destroyed! Everyone, listen to my orders; attack with all your strength!”

Wilber shouted excited as he led the charge. He pulled out a long sword from his waist and prepared to charge into the castle.

Boom!

A m.u.f.fled thunder-like sound echoed from behind Blackmoon Castle's collapsed walls. Thirty men in iron-tier armor and green embroidered cloaks rushed forward; they rode their own liger beasts. They moved in unison; they were like one body, a sharp knife that could pierce into their opponent's troops.

The enemy troops were not evenly distributed. Their strongest soldier was a bronze-tier warrior, and their weakest one was not even an iron-tier warrior. Plus, they had not had any training. As a result, their fight with Blackmoon Castle's elites was utter chaos. There were only 12 Blackmoon Knights, but they were more imposing than a thousand men.

Each of them was covered with thick bronze armor that had a layer of combat aura. They were like iron-sh.e.l.led turtles. When swords and sabers landed on their bodies from different directions, they were not hurt. One could only hear clanging sounds and see sparks from the impacts. When their enemies tired out, that was when they would reap their reward.

In a short time, the Blackmoon Knights had managed to crack their enemies' allied troops.