Chapter 290 Royalty

"Prepare for the third round of bombardment!"

The Tyrant shouted spiritedly.

More than a dozen magic heavy cannons were arrayed on the battlefield, their dark muzzles pointing directly toward the sky.

In front of them were the pockmarked, ruined city walls, and the frightened defenders and dust-covered knights.

This was Cyril City, a key military stronghold in the Otto Duchy and the second most populous city in the country, now enveloped in the scent of gunpowder.

Fengyun waved his hand and said beside him, "Guild Leader, let's hold for a moment. We need more captives; the workforce in our factories is currently in short supply."

"Native workers are more efficient; hired players are too expensive and don't follow orders. Nowadays, new players are too shrewd; they won't come unless we raise wages."

The Tyrant thought for a moment, then said, "You make a good point."