On the other side of the castle, the stage play called "Slaughter" is gradually entering its climax.

When the enemy saw only dozens of elf warriors, the black-bladed mercenaries who had been panicked quickly recovered their morale.

After the two defensive battles, the mercenaries also knew a little bit about their enemies-this group of "long-eared warriors" is indeed very powerful. I am afraid that only the Bayern Knight dare to say that he can win. What is more, they are not good at dealing with the formation of heavy infantry.

Coincidentally, these mercenaries are the most good at group warfare!

With bloodthirsty laughter, the mercenaries quickly assembled into a formation of six to eight people, waving a terrifying chain hammer and a cold shimmering war halberd against the single elves.

Facing the fierce and evil mercenaries, the mercenaries with no sense of honor, and the elven warriors with few enemies, without hesitation, drawn their swords and burst into their front without changing their faces.

Between the splashes of blood, one step back ... the mercenaries.

At the moment of confrontation, the front-line mercenaries flew their heads neatly into the air!

The indifferent elf warriors are like killing machines without emotion, waving their hands like a shadow of the Azore sword in their hands, maintaining a compact squad formation and bursting into the front of the mercenaries from the center.

In the hands of the royal court warriors, forged with Mithril Azores swords, the mercenary shields are no harder than a piece of wood;

Their hammers can't even touch the samurai's body;

The heavy armor is just a drag; the gaps between those armor are even more flawed!

This is not a battle, this is a slaughter-there is neither the morale of a soldier fighting like a legion, nor the flexibility of a demon hunter. In the face of the top "four court" warriors of the Azores, the mercenaries have nothing to fight back. room.

The fierceness of the enemy, the brutality and chaos of the battle, far exceeded their imagination.

They wanted to escape, but the blade behind them followed closely;

They wanted to beg for mercy on their knees, but they were greeted with a sharp blade that cut off their heads;

Fear makes them stubborn, but it can only become the target of the enemy's trial;

The only thing you can do is shout before death.

"Help--!"

"No, no!"

"Forgive me! Forgive ... ah!"

"Let me stay alive!"

"Surrender! I surrender!"

"Reinforcement, call for reinforcements!"

"We have been abandoned!" ...

The sound of killing sounded throughout the castle, and the mercenaries fell piece by piece.

But the elf warriors of Yuting are still executing the second seat of Yuting, Shira's order, "to obstruct the enemy's defenders and to buy time for the warriors of the court."

And if you want to buy time, the best way is of course to kill all the enemies.

The elf girl standing in the back row looked like she didn't see anything, hummed in a cute little tune, and her feet in small leather boots kept popping up in the pool of blood, gently patting her. On the fleshy cheek.

The fighting on the opposite side has gradually come to an end. The defeated mercenaries are dead, fleeing-most of them directly scattered as birds and beasts, and about one-fifth of the mercenaries hid in the inner fortress. Against the wall, "mortal resistance".

Of course, the two results are not much different in the eyes of the elves and warriors of Yuting.

"Master Xuela, the enemy has been basically wiped out, and the rest are fleeing towards the inner fortress." An elf warrior stepped forward and reported to the second court of the imperial court: "What do you want to do next?"

"Of course it is to occupy some key positions of this castle as soon as possible, block the city gate to prevent reinforcements from coming, and kill the deserters by the way." The elf girl raised her head and glanced at him with dissatisfaction:

"Does anyone need to tell you this?"

"But ..." The elf warrior stopped talking, as if there was something hidden.

"Why?" With a small head tilted, Shiraz's expression was more impatient.

"Lieutenant Alexandra seems to be fighting a fierce battle with the enemy, and the result has not yet been determined; you see, should we ..."

"Support?" Shiraz's eyes widened and he looked at him incredulously: "Are you showing off your head, what good is it for us?"

"But after all, it was the execution of His Royal Highness's orders. Would it not fail ..."

"If you fail, it must be the fault of the stinky guy Alexandra, anyway, it is definitely not a lovely Shiraz!" The elf girl with wide eyes puckered her mouth: "We have done everything we should do, so it must be wrong She, it ’s her, not us! ”

"The dead person is her, it's the smelly guy Alexandra!"

"Yes ..." The elf warrior lowered his head, and turned to the other side:

"In addition, regarding the enemy of the inner castle ... Do you want to think about it, this is probably the enemy's trap."

"Of course it is a trap!" The elf girl interrupted him again.

The elf warrior was silent.

"Otherwise, why do you think the enemy's defenses are so lax, and who is fighting fiercely with Alexandra, don't you understand after seeing the battle during the day?" Shira raised her lips:

"Our opponent ... the opponent of His Royal Highness, the Duke Byrne is a very confident and arrogant guy like the stupid Eugen, but with a little more cleverness."

"He designed this trap to lure us into the bait; but in order to ensure that the castle does not fall, he must have more backhands to guard against this; guess what is the biggest thing for a self-confident guy. 'S hole card? "

The elf warrior was sweating and hesitantly said:

"……he himself?"

With his head tilted, Xuela smiled purely.

"The guy who can kill the stupid Eugen, people really want to see it." The crescent-like curvature of the mouth twitched, and the elf girl raised big flawless eyes:

"The elder brother who is so scheming and fierce, I am afraid that when he sees the lovely Shiraz, he can't help but want to kill others?"

"So in order to prevent him from doing this, before meeting him ... Shira also has to do some preparation."

As he said, the elf girl slowly pulled out her short knife from the back, while turning the handle of the knife, her right hand with her jade fingers playing non-existent strings in the air, dancing up and down.

With the silent movement, the bodies of the mercenaries who fell to the ground in the pool of blood began to move, struggle, twitch ... like a puppet pulled by a silk thread, standing up stiffly, picking up the weapons that fell on the ground.

In front of the elf girl, the stiff "puppets" lined up in two neat rows and bowed their heads to "give her away" to enter the gate of the inner fort.

Humming in a pleasant little tune, Shira carrying her little hand jumped into the inner fort; behind her, the elf warriors of the imperial court had completely blocked all entrances and exits of the entire inner fort, leaving no corner .

Outside, the defenders of the old castle have all become her dolls, draining the water surrounded by the old castle.

Under the sky, how does the Lord Duke Byrne defeat himself, even all of himself, recapture the old castle or escape?

Really looking forward to it!

The elf girl, so excited that she couldn't restrain herself, stood in front of the door of the inner castle hall, raised her right hand playfully, and pressed gently on the door handle.

"Squeaky ~"

With the sound of the old door shaft, the door was pushed open.

The smiling Shiraz, without hesitation, leaned out his little head and looked excitedly into the door ...

"who are you?"

A smile stiffened on the elven girl's face, and she stared at the tall, lanky figure without blinking.

Although she only glanced far away during the day, she was certainly not the guy in front of him who killed Eugen!

"Oh, you said me? I'm Lotel, certified by the Ebden Wizard Tower, a mentor-level wizard, the heir to the Dragon King Tower, a unique mystic and rune wizard from the past 200 years to the next 200 years ... "

With a long list of names, the tall and slender figure stood proudly from the back of the desk, looking at the elf girl who was stupefied after entering the door:

"Isaac Grantham ... welcome, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

"wait for me?"

"Yes, Loren told me that there will be a guest tonight, and I spent a lot of effort to make him promise to let me stay" entertain "you ... well, this is not a simple job."

Sitting in front of the desk with a chair, Isaac sighed and did n’t forget to roll his eyes: "You may not understand it, but my fellow student has a kind of ... inexplicable desire to protect, I don't know how to let him Believe, I do n’t need his protection; on the contrary, I can help or even protect him. "

"But ... he did use his power and wealth to help me a lot, otherwise I wouldn't be able to have the achievements now; so in my opinion, satisfying his desire for protection and using his research results to him Doing a little favor is a very reasonable and reasonable thing. "

"I have such a popular explanation, can you understand it with your intelligence, little elf sister?" After that, Isaac looked at her with a "careful" look.

Shiraz was completely silly.

Who is this guy?

Listening to his tone, it seems that he has a close relationship with the Duke Byrne; that is to say, if he is killed or captured, should it be a great thing?

The elf girl with a moving heart held the knife handle, the five fingers of her right hand tapped in the air, and ...

"Don't bother, little elf sister." Isaac sighed, as if seeing someone foolish in front of him: "You didn't notice it when you entered the door? Or did you say that you are too dull, until now Never recovered? "

"This room ... no, it should be the entire inner fort, and I have carved the rune of silence-not the simplified version of the church, but the controllable and enhanced version that I designed with reference to the Dragon King Tower-yours is simple and simple The ridiculous 'Samurai Way' is simply not available here. "

"Really, I thought that the death of the guy named Eugen gave you a little more memory? How do you feel your brain is more stupid and naive than your country relatives in the ancient wood forest?"

Rolling his eyes, Isaac hugged his shoulders dismissively.

The next second, the figure of the elf girl rushed at him without warning!

"clang!"

The sharp blade stopped at a three-step distance between the two, and the ice-blue "transparent wall" blocked the blade.

Isaac was still sitting in his original position.

"Ice barrier?" Sheila was startled, and then chuckled with laughter: "What do people think it is, this is your card ... Lord Isaac Grantham?"

"You know? The emperor in the sky dome thought that this thing would protect him; but the result was ..."

Looking at the elf girl who suddenly showed a strange smile, she was a little unhappy: "What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing, just a little impatient." Isaac shook his head, squeezed his lips tightly, got up from the chair, walked to the edge of the ice barrier, and looked at Shila almost at zero distance:

"Do you know where we are from the beast, little elf sister?"

Xyla was silent, and the confidence of the guy on the opposite side made her inexplicably flustered.

"The simplest difference ..." Isaac raised his right index finger. "The beasts only know how to use their instincts, experience, and brute force, and they don't think."

"And we have wisdom, we can make judgments based on the objective nature of things, or subjective assumptions, we can sum up our own methodology-thinking, let us be superior to them."

"So in my eyes, you, the night watchman, the mutated monster, the alchemist, the demon hunter, and some evil spirits ... even my dear student Loren, is basically the same as the beast."

"Manipulating your poor wisdom, using simple and crude powers powerful enough to change the appearance of the world, throwing it at each other like a stone ...

To say that you are inferior is to shame the term. "

Isaac gradually narrowed his smile: "Of course, Brother Loren still has some special little cleverness, and some of me can't help but admire; but you, little elf sister ... I am worried that you can understand what I am talking about now. meaning."

"So after talking with Loren students for a while, I decided to give you a lesson in person, to understand in depth in a way that you can understand, how foolish and ignorant I am."

With that said, Isaac patted the desk behind him:

"There is a magic circle on it. I can detonate 215 related magic circles in the inner castle at the same time with a light touch; although they all form a magic spell, the ignition agent and fire oil tank beside them Enough to blow up all of you ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ At that moment, the color of fear finally appeared on Shella's face, and she looked back panicly:

"Hey! You, you must be kidding, right ?! Ha, ha ha ha ... Yeah, if you are going to blow up all of us, even you ..."

"It's safe and sound." Isaac's cold words broke her fantasy: "As I said, your thinking ability is basically the same as that of the beast-calculate the power and magnitude of the explosion, and the area affected to ensure that the building is not Affect this kind of thing ... "

"In your imagination, it should be impossible, right?"

"People, others ..." The elven girl stepped back helplessly, looking at Isaac like a demon.

"Yes, this is the expression-I guess those soldiers who were killed by you, this is the expression before death." Isaac slowly raised his right hand and pressed the desktop behind him:

"Take a good look, study hard, and remember this lesson."

"Your last lesson."