Chapter 115
"They rushed in——!!!"
Screams filled with fear echoed in the castle, I don’t know who opened it. The side door of the castle, but when the door is opened, everything is irreversible.
Like the hyena that rushed out of the cage, stomach rumbling with hunger, the roaring refugees rushed into the castle like crazy, and the guards who wanted to resist fell to the ground and vented. Incomparable resentment.
The entire west side of the castle has been plunged into complete chaos. The guards who were not prepared at all could not stop the turbulent refugees and could only barely support it.
Even if the Knights from the guards who came immediately joined, the battle situation did not change much. They can block five or even ten refugees, but two or three times as many people who follow closely from behind rush towards them!
What's more terrifying is that there are still many guys holding long swords among the enemies, and they soon entangled the Knight who came to support the guard, allowing more refugees to rush into the castle.
"Kill this group of Knights, they are all lackeys of count!"
"Go in, there is food in the castle, and there is endless bread waiting for you!"
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"Go to kill count, he is the one who has driven you on this dead end!"
The screaming voices one after another, like a tumbling wave, rushed into the castle. A pair of withered hands pressed the guards to the ground and stripped all the valuables from them.
More people took the opportunity to rush into the castle. The gray wave resembled a group of headless flies, hunting wildly until they finally found their target.
"The granary, the granary is there!"
"Go in, there must be unfinished bread and potatoes in it!"
"It's all us It's all ours!"
No one can stop this turbulent tide. The refugees seem to have seen the rays of light moths and rushed in desperately. The simple door of the warehouse was like a piece of paper, instantly torn up and all split up and in pieces.
The elves who arrived in time did not rush in, but guarded all the exits near the granary. The castle guards who followed closely from behind also erected simple fences and shields around the warehouse, enclosing the entire granary.
As long as these hysterical guys can't rush out, they won't cause further damage to the castle. Anyway, the grain in the granary was long gone, and the only grain in the castle was all locked in the cellar.
This is what Loren prepared-if the castle is really broken, relying on this "empty city strategy" trick can continue for a while to support the arrival of Sir Aaron's reinforcements.
When they really realized that the granary was empty, they had already prepared measures to encircle them and block them inside.
But now that Deep Forest has the reinforcements of the elves, you can first concentrate your troops on Calm, defeat the refugees outside the city gate, and then deal with those guys whose brains are burned by hunger.
The refugees on the city wall at the main entrance have been stifled by the sudden appearance of elves. These war dancers are very good at melee, and more importantly, they are different from those castle guards. There is no emotional burden on these human beings, and there is no problem of not being able to get rid of them.
The situation of the battle is being turned around little by little. No one noticed that among the refugees who had just rushed into the castle, a small group of people had sneaked into the main castle.
These people are very familiar with the structure of the castle, and they are constantly advancing in the narrow corridors and stairs, without even a moment of hesitation or stagnation, as if they are walking at home.
The guards, servants, and even refugees who broke in by mistake were quietly laid to the ground by them, and were pierced by crossbow arrows before they could yell.
Towers, verandahs, side halls... I searched all unmanned rooms, and none of them had the silhouette of the master count.
Where is he hiding, is it possible that he has escaped from the castle long ago? !
Or is he in the castle hall? !
But they were still disappointed. There was no one in the empty castle hall. The guy who walked in the front sneered. Since there are none of these places, Ruben can only be in one place-the lord's bedroom in Deep Limburg.
Wait for death, coward, this is the last night you slept in that room!
Pushing open the side door, these "refugees" immediately moved towards the direction of the lord's bedroom and ran. And just when the last person was about to leave, the door closed.
The stared wide-eyed black figure desperately pulled the handle, but the side door seemed to be locked, no matter how hard he used it, he couldn't open it.
"If I were you, I won't continue to waste my energy there."
A familiar voice came from behind, and the frightened shadow froze. The trembling eyes shrank sharply, thinking quickly about how to deal with it.
After a moment of silence, Sombra suddenly turned around and took off his mask, revealing Will Senna's face, lose one's head out of fear exhibit one's feelings in one's speech:
"Master Loren Torino, go after those guys-they want to kill Master count, and it will be too late!"
"I sneaked into them. This group of people are all murderers regardless of the law and of natural morality, different from the hungry refugees outside!"
"Of course I know this." Loren Torino slightly tilted up The corner of the mouth: "They are all private soldiers of the Senna family. Otherwise, how can they know the structure of the castle so well?"
"What are you talking about?" stared wide-eyed Will, right hand The dagger in the sleeve has been tightened.
"In normal times, I will be happy to accompany you in acting, Lord Will Senna." Lightly sighed, Loren slowly raised the wand of the right hand: "But not tonight."
"From the very beginning, the refugees’ uprising is the Sena family, and those deep Limburg nobles’ tricks to cover their eyes. Because if Ruben Fried was killed by the nobles, he would give The duke’s excuse for sending troops."
"So you need refugees to attract everyone’s attention, and when the castle is breached and count is killed, all guilt can be pushed to their heads. Come on."
"The nobles of Deep Limburg are the'heroes' who avenge the count. Not only can the Lord Duke not send troops, he also needs to thank you all."
At the corner of his mouth, the black hair wizard said in an extremely ironic tone.
Will Senna showed a suddenly realized expression: "Original. It turned out to be like this, Barry grandfather and the adults... They actually want to do such a terrifying thing!"
"We must stop them, Lord Loren Torino, absolutely can't let them succeed!"
"Why?"
"Of course it is because of..." Will was stunned and replied: "I, I am an attendant of Lord Count. Allegiance to him is a matter of as it should be by rights!"
"But this is for you Isn't it a good thing?" The black hair wizard chuckled disdainfully, looking at Will Senna with a mocking expression.
"The future Master Count of Deep Limburg...If you guessed it correctly, the Lord Barry Senna promised you to inherit the title of Ruben, right?"
Will Senna only felt a chill climb up his back and got into his heart.
"You..."
"I know the steps of your plan, and the identity of each of you is clear." Loren step by step approached, standing halfway Kneeling Will looked down at him with his chin: "Rather, I planned even the steps for you, but your little cleverness thought that your own plan went smoothly."
"It doesn't matter whether the refugee riots or the raid on the castle...I'm tired of it, and I don't have the interest to continue playing with you. This game has become extremely boring, and people can't wait to end it."
"You, do you call this a game, a game?!"
"Isn't it?" Loren asked rhetorically, shook his head dismissively, "Although it depends on you I can bear it, I’m not qualified to be an opponent."
"As for you, Your Excellency Will Senna, what you hide is indeed very good, even I was almost caught by your'black under the light' trick. I was deceived. I believe you are just an aristocrat who is curious about magic."
"But in fact, you are actually a wizard, right, Lord Will Cena?"