More people rushed towards Rhy, the gray-haired old woman who was their biggest obstacle tonight and the traitor they hated the most.

She had been one of them, and as a physician, she had their respect...... At least a little more than what other women can get. Whether it was deception from the beginning, or whether she chose to betray for some other reason, it was equally unforgivable.

But her power was unaffected—it came from herself, and only death could cut it off. Black thorns surrounded her, rising from the ground like iron thorns, protecting her from within. The plants should have grown in the barren desert instead of the moist soil of the river, but when she planted the seeds, they would grow into impenetrable walls at her will, and even if they were broken into pieces by a sharp sword, they could sprout new branches in the blink of an eye, and even if they could sway away even a few arrows.

However, although she can manipulate plants, she can't make them indestructible. With such a huge consumption, even if the full moon was still hanging in the air, she couldn't last long.

The full moon can make her stronger, just like the right wind can make the flames more intense, but it can't give her endless power...... The only thing she can burn is herself.

The old man didn't look nervous, and even had time to look back at the river. She felt some strange fluctuation, faint but shuddering, and the dragon was still nowhere to be seen—she did not know whether it was a good thing or not, and suspected that His Majesty, who had wittily made up a story for tonight and assigned her a dialogue, did not know.

They didn't expect the dragon to appear at first. However, "a playwright who can make a story end perfectly even when there is an unexpected situation is a good author"......

Suddenly finding that he was so impressed by this kind of speechless sentence, the old man turned his head silently in a complicated mood.

She figured she probably didn't have to worry so much.

Another point that Borena said was that until now, no one has attacked him, so that Rosa, who is guarding him, is a little embarrassed to have nothing to do. These attackers may have thought that as long as they dealt with Rye and the elf, the magic items all over her body were gone, and the southern woman, who despite her exquisite swordsmanship, made the deepest impression on them, "she is always very crisp when she wants to escape", should be easy to take.

Or perhaps, they ...... Or some of them, they really don't want to hurt Borena.

Therefore, when he suddenly spoke, many people involuntarily stopped in the melee.

"I want to know," he said, "what have I done to put me to death at the cost of assassinating the king?"

He paused, and in the sudden silence, his slightly lowered voice was clearly audible, with a little sadness and helplessness, as well as the pride and calmness of being a king, knocking on everyone's hearts: "Two months ago I also came to the nearby farmland to celebrate a rare harvest with you. I thought that your cheers were all true, and that I thought that I had done my best to give you a life of peace and abundance, and that I had been recognized by you...... But isn't 'tranquility' and 'abundance' what you really want?"

The corners of Rey's mouth twitched slightly, and she lowered her head to manipulate the tiny vines to silently crawl all over the ground. Rosa put on a face full of sympathy and righteous indignation, and secretly sighed that even if she was not sitting in the big tent of some troupe at this time, she really wanted to give Borena a sincere applause and cheer, not only because of his acting skills, but also because of ...... No matter how many complaints he complained, he did his best to alleviate all kinds of contradictions, so that this war-torn country could get a rare peace, even when he led troops to fight to keep the throne he did not want, harming innocent people and destroying farmland, which he strictly forbidden.

"Sitting in this position, if nothing else, at least it has to be able to feed people. ”

She had always remembered what he said casually, and she completely dismissed the idea of going to Neo City to reunite with her family, and stayed in this northern country far from home.

If the paladins besieging them today were carefully trained by Kopas, Borena's words might not have much effect. But the people behind the scenes wanted so much that many of the soldiers who were sent were really people who lived nearby, or even in this village—their families, who slept unconsciously in the rooms behind them.

They are just ordinary people, and ordinary people, easy to be incited and easily satisfied. They have really felt the benefits that this king has brought to them, and they have felt the respect with which he treats no one and treats them equally, even if they are constantly indoctrinated that "he is only pretending", "he has other purposes", "he is insidious and ungodly"...... When you really face him, you always can't help but hesitate.

After all, the glory promised by the pastors has not yet been seen, but the change that Borena has brought is real. And what most people really want is "tranquility" and "abundance".

Risek closed his lips tightly and looked ugly. He regretted not being able to stop Borena as soon as he opened his mouth - he was well aware of Borena's influence, after all, he was the one who was impressed...... It's the one who was hesitant and doesn't necessarily have a firm position until now.

But Copas is equally aware of this.

Risek clenched the hilt of his sword, but cold sweat slid down his forehead. Around him, more and more people looked at each other uneasily, unconsciously laying down their weapons. He knew what decision he had to make in the face of this situation - even if he didn't, the fighters who were in the crowd and could really "trust" would make decisions on his behalf. But his lips were sealed as if by some magic, and he couldn't open them anyway.

A cold light flashed through the corner of his eye. At that moment, he subconsciously waved his sword with his backhand and shouted, "Get out of the way!"

The weapon he opened was in the hands of his companions, and it was his companions who stabbed him.

Then he felt the blade piercing his vest, cold and scorching. In the shock, he didn't even feel much pain.

When he fell face to the ground, there was shock, confusion and unwillingness in his eyes, but there was a wry smile with self-deprecation on his lips.

He really felt ridiculous—hesitating for so long, struggling over and over again, and finally just dying like this pointless.

Then the next moment, he flew.

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