My Castle, My Castellan Chapter 3

My Castle, My Castellan - Chapter 3 - A 70,000-People Army

"Castellan, please go up to the wall." When McQueen lowered his head, indulged in his deep thoughts, a white-bearded old man jumped down from the wall. Although his eyebrows turned grey, he was still in high spirits. He had sharp eyes and a straight waist, and his voice was loud and clear. He had caught the attention of McQueen who was daydreaming.

"Well, if you go up first, I will follow you. Haha…it's too crowded, isn't it? " McQueen said with a smile, there was no way he would go up first, as it just meant dying even earlier. Although he had moral values to keep, he still wished to live longer. How could he afford wasting his time of transmigration on a darn wall?

"Too crowded?" The old man with the white eyebrows frowned, then he suddenly turned and yelled, "give us a little more s.p.a.ce! The castellan just said that he's going up, do you think he will stay here and be squeezed here with you?"

McQueen thought to himself, when did he say that he was going up? This old fool was trying to frame him, and he's not going to give in. "Ok, let's not do this. Since I am the castellan, I am not going to take away your job. It's just inappropriate for me to do so. It's fine, so please carry on, I am just here to have a look." Under these circ.u.mstances, McQueen could only wave his hand and pretended that he cared. It was also to show off his leadership.

"My castellan, there is a seat. I have already left you a position on the wall, just above the main entrance, we have also set up a shed for you to block the sunlight." A 30-year-old woman smiled very kindly and McQueen felt very welcomed by her gesture.

What is this - there's even a cover to block the sunlight? They really had no clue what influence it would bring, as if Tucker had not already known about McQueen's special ident.i.ty!

"Haha, this is not very appropriate. I will let you all use it. There's no need to consider me. Please, go ahead and use it, there's no need to think about me. Although I am the castellan, a little sunlight won't hurt me. What harm can it cause me if I get tanned?" McQueen said with righteousness, as if he was truly on the side of the public.

After what he said, all the people were looking at him admiringly and respectfully. They thought, McQueen was such an angel, such a G.o.dsend. Garcia, who was standing aside, was in tears as well. All in all, their castellan was a kind-hearted man. Just see how considerate he was!

"My castellan, you are very welcome. We all still remember everything you've done for Toss City. This little move was not enough to express our grat.i.tude. Please, my castellan, follow Bruce and go up the wall." The white-haired Bruce did not consider McQueen's mood at the moment. He took McQueen's arm and set his body in a vertical position, then went up the wall in a blink of an eye.

"Ohhh!" McQueen felt dizzy, and it seemed that within seconds, he was stuffed by Bruce into the shed and before he realized it, he was already sitting on a small bench. McQueen felt like swearing, but as he found that thousands of pairs of eyes were looking at him, full of hope and respect. He knew that he had to control himself. All the foul languages were forced back.

"My castellan, what can we do next? Please let us know. You just need to give us an order and I will do whatever you say, whether I have to be in the wind or jump in the fire, it's all ok!" Bruce was half naked, and he was carrying a huge axe on his back. He gasped while he was talking. Although all his hair and eyebrows had turned white, McQueen did not doubt the strength of Bruce. Just by looking at his strong, muscular arms with the veins, you could feel his unlimited power.

This old man was a real master, McQueen could feel it, after spending his more-than-twenty years on earth. Just look at his thighs…I mean, his arms, they looked as big as his thighs!

"Um…let me ask you, Bruce, how powerful are you?" McQueen coughed softly and pretended to be not worrying a bit. All the people treated Bruce as their leader, and if McQueen made a correct a.s.sumption, Bruce would be the strongest man among all of them.

"Let me respond to the castellan. I am a senior warrior. As I am old, my combat power has significantly dropped. However, I don't think any average intermediate fighter would be able to knock me down." Bruce said with pride and people burst into excitement.

McQueen opened his eyes widely, and he said in awe, "Oh, so you're a high-level soldier." Is there such a differentiation between high-level and low-level soldiers? For McQueen, a soldier is a soldier.

Looking at how astonished McQueen was, Bruce thought that the castellan did not believe what he'd said. He immediately took the big axe off his back and gave a shout. The axe flashed, and a strikingly light blade flew outside the wall. With a loud noise, the dust was flying everywhere. When the dust slowly disappeared in the wind, a huge crack suddenly appeared.

"Hey!" McQueen took a deep breath. This crack's appearance was far beyond his imagination. It seemed that the world that he was in was different from that he had come from. As someone who had transmigrated, who spent over a decade reading online novels, this was something that impressed him tremendously. He moved his gaze to Bruce's big axe and asked softly, "is this the legendary vindictiveness?"

"Yes, this is vindictiveness. Only senior soldiers can release the vindictiveness in order to kill the enemy. However, it is not a legend. There are many people who can do the same in Toss City, but I am the only one who can release it." Bruce looked at the effect of his own with satisfaction, and answered the question of McQueen proudly, the crowd was amazed.

McQueen was shocked. He had come to a world of magical vindictiveness, a world that existed only in novels. It's incredible that all these were now alive in front of his eyes, and that he had transmigrated to such a world, just so unbelievable. Wait, the idea of transmigration alone was unbelievable enough, what was so impressive with magical vindictiveness then?

McQueen tried to control his emotions and said deeply, "so, Bruce, you will have to take care of the upcoming war with Tucker then."

"Be rea.s.sured, my castellan. As long as I am still living, I am going to do my best to kick Tucker out of our Toss City!" Bruce raised the axe in his hand and proudly responded.

"Well, after witnessing your deity, I feel much less worried. I am now confident that we can fight Tucker!" McQueen nodded his head. Honestly, he now started to have some hopes in this war, with Bruce's magical vindictiveness alone, many troops of Tucker would be finished.

"Well…my castellan, Tucker's army is coming, how should we deal with it?" An aunt, who was watching, suddenly asked. She was holding a long gun and wearing an ap.r.o.n. She felt so nervous that her voice was trembling.

"Well, wait and see what happens!" McQueen scratched his hair and said helplessly. Strictly speaking, he was not the lord of the city. He had just arrived so stop all these difficult questions! "Once Tucker's army arrives, it will first be Bruce who fights, then we'll all back him up. There are 70,000 of us, it should not be too difficult!"

McQueen had no idea how powerful, or powerless of a 70,000-people army was. All he expected was to fight Tucker with all the people he had. And he highly depended on Bruce for this war.

"Hand me a weapon and your castellan is coming with you now!" McQueen had to let go of his worries and do his best. Since he had transmigrated to become a city's leader, there was no excuse for him to back down. No matter what, he had to show his heroic side!

"Castellan!" People were looking at McQueen sentimentally, as he was their last hope to protect the Toss City. Everyone was so touched by this scene, and many of them started crying.

"As long as we have our castellan, the Toss City will win!" A teenage boy of around 12, 13 years old started shouting. He could not look more agitated.

Such a good kid! McQueen thought to himself. He was acting so well that he could even win an award in the Oscars!

"With our almighty castellan, the Toss City will win for sure!" At the beginning, only part of people was shouting. Then, everyone on the north wall followed as well. Soon enough, people at all the four walls were shouting and cheering. The 10,000 women and children might not be good at fighting, but they were definitely good at making noises. McQueen felt as if the clouds were trembling, and the echoes were deafening.

"The determination of our people have touched our G.o.d as well!" Bruce wiped the sweat from his face, his sharp eyes were staring at McQueen, the city's biggest refuge. Such castellan could unite everyone in the Toss City! "May G.o.d be our witness; the Toss City will win this war!"

"So, my charm has conquered the G.o.d?" McQueen looked up at the sky and the dark clouds. Under the cheering of the 100,000 old, weak women and children, he felt a bit of pressure but more so an inexplicable emotion. "I guess I know what it feels like to be a hero. It feels awesome!"

"Wait, how is it possible that I am starting to cry? Are these all too intensive for me? No, this is falling from the sky, is the sky shedding its tears? Impossible! It is going to rain!" McQueen slowly woke up from his heroic daydream and became stunned when he saw the black clouds and the wind which was getting stronger. After all, it was going to rain!

"Boom!"

A deafening thunder suppressed the excitement of the entire Toss City. Everyone stopped shouting and looked up at the sky. The dark clouds in the sky were like ink-dyed, and they seemed like falling on them!

"This is the sign of a torrential rain!

An old man said. His had a full head of white hair and his face was wrinkled. His chins were hollow, like a dry corpse.

Boom! Boom!

The thunders became more frequent. There were a few raindrops. With these thick black clouds and loud thunder, there was going to be a huge storm! McQueen could not imagine having to fight the Tucker's army with all the women and children under this weather.

Boom! Boom!

It turned out that the sound was not coming from the sky, but far from a distance! McQueen moved his gaze away from the clouds and tried to look far ahead. The booming sound kept coming and there was more and most dust. A large grey cloud was moving toward the Toss City! For McQueen, such a momentum was no different than a powerful sand storm, ready to kill!

Here came the Tucker's army! Could the Toss City withstand the threat?

"So, this is the infamous 70,000-people army, huh? And not 700,000 or even 7 million?" McQueen was trying to stay calm. He was just starting to have a little bit of confidence in Bruce and now it was already all gone!

70,000 people, they were not so numerous! McQueen was confident that they could fight them all…