The Path to Lordship Begins in the North

Isa didn't quite understand why she was loved by the refugees. In Isa's opinion, the monks of the Basilica of Our Lady of Salvation who stood firm on the front lines of the war were more worthy of respect.

Two days ago, Isa wasn't prepared for the fight and was already planning to sacrifice herself. However, the old village chief had asked Isa, "Do you really think that if you sacrifice yourself, everyone will survive?"

The old village chief actually knew everything, but he still drank the holy water given to him by Isha to put her mind at ease.

Now, there is only one path facing everyone: struggle.

The starving refugees faced a dead end against the fully armed noble guards, not to mention that this was a world with magic, where just one or two mages could easily overwhelm these Muggles.

But it doesn't matter anymore. Those who are unwilling to starve to death have no choice but to wield their swords and die. Since they are going to die anyway, why not make one last desperate attempt?

As agreed, the castle gates slowly opened, and Count Jacob's overly pleased face reappeared before everyone.

Over the past two days, Count Jacob had been lamenting how easily these refugee women could be played with; three of them had died in just two days, and one of them was still talking about her child before she died—it was truly disgusting.

Count Jacob paid no attention to the refugees gathered at the castle gate. In his view, it was meaningless to gather more of these lowly bloodlines. Once he had lured the silver-haired nun into the castle, he would kill them all.

Upon opening the castle gates and seeing Isa surrounded by a crowd, Jacob maintained his noble manners and elegantly asked, "What has your decision been, imposter nun?"

Just as Jacob was feeling superior for his debonair manners, he noticed that the atmosphere seemed a bit awkward.

The number of refugees at the castle gate far exceeded Jacob's expectations; Jacob was unaware that so many refugees had gathered around his castle.

Because he originally only wanted to bring a woman into the castle, Jacob only brought a few servants with him this time. The hungry eyes at the castle gate made Jacob feel a little scared.

"They're nothing but lowly bloodlines, Jacob. You are a nobleman, a nobleman!"

After comforting himself, Jacob became arrogant again, but before Count Jacob could utter another word, a simple "Kill!" resounded through the sky and filled Jacob's mind.

The refugees outside the castle, armed with sickles, hoes, and sticks, rushed toward the castle gates.

Jacob's first reaction wasn't to order the castle gates closed, nor to hide behind the guards, but to shout, "I am a count bestowed by His Majesty himself! How dare you lowly commoners?! How dare you?!"

If he hadn't been pulled back by the guards, Yag would probably have been killed by the man at the front with a shovel.

But it was precisely because Jacob did not give the order immediately that Isa led the refugees into the castle.

In that instant, the holy light in Isha's hand was almost completely gone, but Isha felt a sense of relief.

Countless refugees flocked to the castle, venting their emotions to the fullest. If one person couldn't defeat the soldiers who came to Yag's aid, then five or ten people would fight together.

In that instant, Isa felt as if she had seen the true divine oracle about unity in the scriptures.

At this moment, a second-tier mage hurriedly entered the arena. It could be seen that the mage was disheveled, holding a staff in his hand, but there was still sauce on his mouth that he hadn't had time to wipe off.

The mage waved his staff, constructing a spell model, but Isha used her last remaining holy light to instantly cast a divine light spell, blinding the mage.

Because no one had time to help the monk when they rushed over, the noble monk, whom the refugees usually dared not even glance at, was instantly overwhelmed by the crowd.

But that's all.

The castle was not originally designed for comfort, but rather for military purposes.

Just like Yag's castle, although the outermost layer was breached, the guards immediately pulled Yag into the inner layer. The gate to the inner layer was tightly closed, and it was impossible for the refugees to breach it. However, soldiers kept pouring out of specific gates from the inner layer.

After the first wave of attacks, the refugees lost their fighting ability. Some refugees were so hungry that they collapsed on the spot, while others ran to places with food and began to frantically eat the remaining scraps.

But Yag's soldiers seemed to come in an endless stream.

However, because there are so many refugees, the situation has become somewhat evenly matched.

Fortunately, the refugees surrounding Isha were not affected by the other refugees and stayed by her side.

Isa didn't even need the Holy Light; she personally knocked out several soldiers with a shovel.

However, at that moment, some refugees stopped holding their weapons.

Because Count Jacob had hung many human figures on the inner wall, and Count Jacob himself was using the mage's magical amplification to shout to the refugees.

"Listen to me, you lowly bloodlines!"

“If you continue to defile my castle with your cow-dung-covered feet, I will kill a woman every ten minutes.”

Only then did the refugees realize that the figures hanging on the city wall were the women whose castle had been bought by Count Jacob two days earlier.

Even before Count Jacob could make a move, some of the women were already corpses, covered in wounds.

In Count Jacob's view, the biggest problem now was that these shoeless refugees were stepping on the floors of his meticulously prepared castle with their feet stained with excrement.

To prevent the castle grounds from being stained by the blood of the lowly, Jacob did not send out the professionals from the inner city, but instead shouted threats at the refugees to get out.

At the same time, a third-tier mage threw a large fireball into the sky, which shocked all the refugees.

"The child's mother?"

The man holding the shovel stared at the corpses on the city wall with tears in his eyes, but all the refugees remained silent, seemingly frightened by the mage's magic, a force they dared not confront.

But when Isha saw the corpses on the city wall, she finally couldn't hold back anymore. She threw all faith and goddesses aside. All she wanted now was to capture Yag and interrogate him personally according to the scriptures. As for whether she was qualified according to the scriptures, Isha didn't care at all.

"Liberate the castle and capture Yage alive!"

With her blood boiling, Isa raised the religious text that symbolized the oracle of the goddess and shouted loudly.

"Kill her, kill her for me!"

At this point, Yag no longer cared about sparing Isha's life and frantically commanded the professional mages.

The mages reacted quickly and began constructing spell models to capture the leader first.

But at that moment, a miracle occurred. As Isa kept shouting "Liberate the castle, capture Yag alive," a streak of fire suddenly flashed across the sky, and a meteorite crashed straight down on the castle.

Everyone present held their breath as they watched the meteorite explode in the air, turning into a rain of fire that flew directly into Jacob's camp.

The rain of fire didn't even harm the refugees in the slightest; instead, it struck Yag's troops with pinpoint accuracy.

divine retribution—that was the only thought on everyone's mind.

The rain of fire directly shattered the morale of Yage's army. Several mages who were about to erect magical barriers were precisely killed by the fire rain before they could even cast spells.

The refugees below stared in disbelief at this scene, as if it were a divine intervention to help them.

Isa was utterly astonished, wondering if a goddess was watching over her. But when did the goddess's influence extend to celestial phenomena? She quickly realized what was happening and led the refugees in shouting:

"Liberate the castle and capture Yage alive!"

"Liberate the castle and capture Yage alive!"

A miracle, Jacob saw a miracle.

The previously scattered refugees were united by the sudden miracle and finally began to organize an effective attack. Jacob's soldiers had long been terrified by the rain of fire from the sky, and the refugees directly and unstoppably captured Jacob's castle.