Chapter 957
On the other side of the castle, the stage play called "The Slaughter" is gradually reaching its climax.
When the enemy only saw dozens of trifling warriors, the black blade mercenaries who had lost one's head out of fear quickly recovered their morale.
After the two defensive battles, this group of mercenaries also have some understanding of their enemies—this group of "long-eared warriors" is indeed very difficult to deal with, one-on-one I am afraid that only worship Well, Knight dared to say that he could win; but, coincidentally, they were not good at dealing with heavy infantry in formation.
What's more coincidental is that their mercenaries are best at group fights!
With bloodthirsty laughter, the mercenaries quickly assembled into a formation of six to eight people, wielding terrifying chain hammers and cold light flashing battle halberd rushing towards the shadow list. Only elves.
In the face of fierce, evil mercenaries who have no sense of honor at all, with the outnumbered elves warriors, without the slightest hesitation, they drew their swords and charged, and face doesn't change. Among.
While the blood is splashing, the first step back...the mercenaries.
At the moment of the confrontation, the mercenaries in the front row flew neatly to in midair!
The indifferent elves warriors are like unsentimental killing machines, with their hands swiftly waving Azorian knives like light and shadow, maintaining a compact squad formation, and bursting into the mercenaries from the center. front.
Facing the Azores long swords forged with mithril in the hands of the Imperial Court warriors, the shields of the mercenaries are not harder than a piece of wood;
their chain hammers, I can't touch the bodies of the warriors at all;
The heavy armor is just a drag; the gaps between the armors are full of weak spots!
This is not a battle, this is a slaughter-there is neither the morale of the Legion soldiers to the end, nor the flexibility of hunting Fiend, facing the "four courts" warrior of the Azores Peak, mercenaries. We have no room to fight back at all.
The fierceness of the enemy, the fierceness and chaos of the battle, far exceeded their imagination.
They want to flee for their lives, but the blade behind them follows closely from behind;
They want to kneel down and beg for mercy, but they are welcome to cut off the head;
Fear makes them put up a desperate struggle, but they can only become targets for the enemy to try their swords;
The only thing they can do is yell before they die.
"Help--!"
"No, don't!"
"Forgive me! Forgive...Ah!"
"Leave me a way to survive!"
"Surrender! I surrender!"
"Reinforcements, call for reinforcements!"
"We Abandoned!"...
The sound of killing played throughout the castle, and the mercenaries fell in pieces.
But the elven warriors of the Royal Court are still carrying out the second seat of the Royal Court, Shella's order, "block the enemy's defenders and buy time for the warriors of the Court".
If you want to buy time, then the best way is of course to kill all the enemies.
The elven girl standing in the back row seemed to have not seen anything, humming a cute little tune, and her feet in Little Pi boots kept bursting in a pool of blood. ", lightly patted her fleshy cheek.
The battle on the opposite side has gradually come to an end. The mercenaries who were defeated across the board died to death and fled-most of them were scattered directly in place, and about one-fifth of the mercenaries were hiding. Into the inner fort, relying on the wall of "Desperate Resistance".
Of course, there is not much difference between the two results in the eyes of the elves of the Royal Court.
"Master Shella, the enemy has been basically eliminated, and the rest are fleeing towards the inner castle." A wizard warrior stepped forward and reported to the second seat of the court: "What do you do next?"
"Of course, it is necessary to occupy some key positions of the castle as soon as possible, block the city gate to prevent reinforcements from coming, and kill the deserters by the way." The elf girl lifts the head and glanced at him very dissatisfied. At a glance:
"Do you still need to tell you this?"
"But..." The wizard warrior hesitated to speak, as if there was something unspeakable.
"What are you doing?" She tilted her head, and Sheila's expression became even more impatient.
"Adjutant Alexandra seems to be fighting the enemy fiercely, and the result has not yet been determined; you see, should we..."
"Support? "Shera stared wide-eyed, looking at him incredibly: "Do you have a funny head, what good is it for us?"
"But after all, they are all carrying out the orders of His Royal Highness Rodria. Didn't it fail..."
"If you fail, it must be the fault of that stinky fellow Alexandra. Anyway, it is definitely not the cute Shera!" The wide-eyed elf girl pouted: "We did everything we should do, so she must be the one who was wrong, she was the one who was responsible, not us!"
"She was the one who died, it was the stinky fellow Alexandra! "
"Yes..." The elf warrior lowered his head and had to turn the topic to the other side:
"Also, about the enemies of Neiburg...Do you want to think about it? It may be a trap for the enemy."
"Of course it is a trap!" The elf girl interrupted him again.
The elf warrior is silent.
"Otherwise, do you think why the enemy's defense is so lax, who is fighting Alexandra fiercely? After seeing the daytime battle with your own eyes, don't you understand?" Sheila raised her mouth. :
"Our opponent...His Highness the Prince's opponent, the Duke of Byrne is an extremely confident and conceited guy like the idiot Eugen, but a little bit smarter."
p>"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 backs to guard against this; you guessed it, for a conceited guy, what What is his biggest hole card?"
The elf warrior opened the mouth and said hesitantly in a cold sweat:
"...his own?"
Tilting her head, Sheila smiled purely.
"The guy who can kill the idiot Eugen, I really want to see him." The corner of her mouth curled up like a crescent, and the elf girl raised her flawless eyes:
"Such a scheming, fierce Big Brother, I am afraid that when I see cute Shera, I can’t help but want to kill someone, right?"
"So in order to prevent him from doing this, Before I see him... Sheila has to do some preparation."
While speaking, the elf girl slowly pulled out the short blade from her back, turning the handle of the knife, pointing her finger up. The right hand strums non-existent strings in the air and dances up and down.
Following the silent movement, the dead body of the mercenary who fell to the ground in a pool of blood began to move, struggle, twitch...like a puppet with a silk thread, stood up stiffly, and picked up the weapon that fell on the ground. .
In front of the elf girl, the stiff "puppets" placed two neat rows in the city, bowed their heads and "respectfully sent" her into the gate of the Naiburg, with a respectful "look" like Princess' servants.
Huming a happy little tune, Sheila, with her little hand on her back, jumped into the inner castle; behind her, the elves and warriors of the Imperial Court had completely sealed off all entrances and exits of the entire inner castle. Not even a corner is left.
Outside, the defenders of the castle have all become her dolls, blocking the surrounding waters of the castle.
Under inescapable net, how does the Lord of Byrne defeat himself, even defeat all of him, retake the castle or escape?
I'm really looking forward to it!
The elven girl who was so excited that she couldn't restrain herself stood in front of the door of the Neibor Hall, playfully raised her right hand, and gently pressed it on the doorknob.
"Crack"
With the sound of the old door shaft, the door was pushed open.
Smiling Shella poked out her head without the slightest hesitation, and looked towards the door with excitement...
"Who are you...?"
The smile froze on the face of the elf girl, a pair of eyes staring at the lanky silhouette opposite without blinking.
Although she only glanced at a distance during the day, it was certain that it was not the guy in front that killed Eugen!
"Oh, you mean me? I am a Lothar, certified by Eboden wizard tower, instructor-level wizard, successor of the Dragon King Tower, unique and unmatched from the past two hundred years to the next two hundred years mysticism and rune to learn the wizard..."
The thin and tall silhouette, with a long list of names, stood up from behind the desk with a proud head, and looked stupid after entering the door. The fairy girl who is writing:
"Isaac · Grantham...Welcome, I have been waiting for you for a long time."
"Wait for me?"
"Yes, Loren Tell me that there will be guests tonight, and it took me a lot of effort to get him to agree to let me stay and'enter' you... well, this is not a simple job."
At the desk, Isaac, who sighed then said, did not forget to roll his eyes: "You may not understand, but my Junior Brother has a...unexplainable desire for protection. I don’t know how to convince him that I don’t need it. 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 would be impossible to have the current achievements; so in In my opinion, satisfying his desire for protection, and at the same time using my research results to help him, is a very reasonable and reasonable thing."
"I have such a popular explanation, depending on you Can you understand her intelligence, Little Sister, the elf?" After that, Isaac gave her a thoughtful look.
Shera is completely stupid.
Who is this guy...?
Listening to his tone, it seems that he is very close to the Duke of Byrne; in other words, if he is killed or captured alive, it should be a great achievement, right?
The moving elf girl held the handle of the knife, tapped the five fingers of her right hand in the air, and then...
"Don't waste your effort, Little Sister, the elf." Isaac sighed. , It’s like seeing someone commit stupidity in front of him: "You didn’t notice it when you walked in? Or are you too slow and haven’t come back to his senses until now?"
"This room...no, it should be the entire Neibao. I have carved the silent rune-not the simplified version of the church, but the controllable and enhanced version I designed with reference to the Dragon King Tower-yours is simple and ridiculous The "Warrior Way" is not available here."
"Really, I thought the death of the guy named Eugen gave you a little more memory? How do you feel about it? Mind, are you stupid and naive than your country relatives in the ancient wood forest?"
Isaac rolled his eyes and hugged his shoulders with disdain. Isaac let out a cry.
The next second, the silhouette of the elf girl rushed towards him without warning!
"clang!"
The sharp tip of the knife stopped three steps away between the two, and the "transparent wall" of ice blue blocked the blade.
Isaac still sat in his original position calmly.
"Ice shield barrier?" Sheila was surprised at first, and then she chuckled out: "What do people think it is? So this is your trump card... Your Excellency Isaac Grantham? "
"Do you know? The emperor in the Sky Palace also thought that this thing could protect him; but in the end..."
Looking at the elf girl who suddenly smiled strangely, Somewhat upset: "What are you laughing at?"
"It's nothing, but I'm a little impatient." Isaac shook his head, and got up from the chair with a smile tightly at the corner of his mouth, and walked to the edge of the ice shield. There, she stared at her eyes at almost zero distance:
"Do you know where the gap between us and the wild beast is, Little Sister, the elf?"
Shera was silent , The confidence of the guy on the other side made her panic inexplicably.
"The simplest difference..." Isaac raised his right hand index finger: "Wild beast only knows how to use their instinct, experience and brute force, they can'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 Here, you, the night watchman, mutant monsters, alchemists, Fiend hunters, some Evil God... even my dear Loren Junior Brother, basically the same as wild beast."
"Fuck. Your poor wisdom, simply and rudely, uses the power that is powerful enough to change the appearance of the world, and throws it at each other like pebbles...
Said you are inferior, it’s just a vocabulary Shame."
Isaac gradually reduced his smile: "Of course, Loren Junior Brother still has some special cleverness, some of which even I can’t help but admire; but you, the fairy Little Sister...I’m worried about you. Can you understand what I mean now?"
"So after talking to Loren Junior Brother for a while, I decided to give you a lesson in person, and use a way that you can understand to get a deep understanding of yourself. How ignorant and ignorant it is."
Speaking, the desk behind Isaac patted:
"There is a magic array on it, I just need to touch it, you can At the same time, detonate 215 related magic arrays in the Neibo; although they are all concluding spells, the igniting agent and fire oil tanks next to them are enough to blow up all of you."
That one. In an instant, Sheila's face finally showed the color of fear, and she looked towards behind her in a panic:
"Hey! You, you must be joking, right?! Ha, hahaha...and that’s right. Ah, if you want to blow up all of us, then even you..."
"Safe and sound." Isaac's cold words broke her illusion: "As I said, your thinking ability is basic It’s no different from the wild beast—calculate the formidable power and amplitude of the explosion, as well as the affected area to ensure that the building is not affected..."
"In your imagination, it should be an impossible right Right?"
"People, people..." The elf girl stepped back helplessly, looking at Isaac like a demon.
"Yes, that's the expression—I guess those soldiers who were killed by you had this expression before they died." Isaac slowly raised his right hand and held the desktop behind him:
"Watch well, study hard, and then remember this lesson."
"Your last lesson."