They were stopped at the last sentry.

Although he didn't have a lot of brains, Ragnard always knew that he couldn't let hundreds of people into his 'palace'.

The only people allowed to enter the 'palace' were Nowell and the two Death Knights, plus their henchmen. Charlotte and Jacob each lead the Death Knight's skeletal horse, disguised as a servant and blend in.

"Nowell, what are you going to do?" Entering the 'palace', Ragnard's majestic voice came intermittently, and it spoke slurred like a baby's tongue, and a pair of compound eyes glared at Nowell, looking strange and terrifying.

"I'd like to ask about Jacob. Nowell replied, "It's been more than a month, and Jacob hasn't been heard from yet, and I'd like to see if you have any further news." ”

Ragnard was silent for dozens of seconds, and soon Charlotte understood that the guy was not thinking about how to answer, but trying to understand the meaning of Nowell's words. As evidence, after the silence, Ragnard let out an irresponsible laugh.

"Hahaha-Jacob is gone, you come to ask me, what obligation do I have to answer you?"

"Aren't we allies?" asked Nowell calmly.

Ragnard laughed incessantly, and after a long while, it came to an abrupt end. It always seems to be a few beats slower than normal people in understanding words, and you have to be patient enough to communicate with it, otherwise you'll think this guy is deliberately mocking.

"Allies?" Ragnard tried to make sense of the word, "Ah, yes, we're allies. You can ask me, but I don't know where he is. ”

"But my men told me that Claire's group was found roaming around your abomination, how come you didn't hear anything?"

Ragnard's compound eyes rolled, and after a while, he roared in rage, "This can't be !!"

"Really?" asked Nowell calmly, "wouldn't your subordinates be sneaky and forget to report?"

Ragnard was silent for a moment, his ugly face burning even more with rage, and he rose from his 'throne' with a roar, his bloated and tall body stirring up a gust of wind, and when it roared, it was like a small storm, and spit and air exploded.

"Nonsense!!

Charlotte and Jacob took two steps backwards without moving, avoiding the stinking wind and rain. The Scourge Knight was sprayed, his hands clenched tightly in armor, and he looked like he was on the verge of an explosion.

But he endured it and asked, "Then why do you know nothing when I receive the message? ”

"Bet!" Ragnard agreed to the bet without asking the bet, and shouted at the abomination of the guards in the 'palace', "Get out of here, check it out for me at once!"

The abomination in charge of the guards crawled out of the 'palace', and the slower one was slapped hard by Ragnard. Ragnard was undoubtedly a terrifying giant compared to his normal abomination, and with a slap on the face, the abomination rumbled out of the 'palace' like a gourd rolling on the ground, causing Vivien to mistake it for an avalanche.

In the end, only two Abominations were left in the 'palace', dressed in armor made of black steel plates, and about ten meters tall, and it seemed that these two monsters were extremely trusted by Ragnard.

"I'll win, I will!" Ragnard paced back and forth in the 'palace' anxiously, saying that he was pacing, but in fact every step made people feel like the earth was shaking. It really was like a child, and Nowell played it around with a few simple words.

"Sit down, Ragnard, you're shaking my head. Nowell set it up again, "As the King of Abomination, you must learn to wait for the outcome with the strength of a king. ”

Ragnard asked after a while, "What do you mean?"

"Please sit back on your throne and wait. Nowell explained succinctly.

Perhaps thinking it was more imposing to sit on the throne, Ragnard decided to do the same. At this time, it was still ten minutes before the abomination who had been sent out to inquire about the information had left, and Ragnard gradually relaxed his guard and sat back on the throne. In the entire 'royal palace', there was no one but the abomination who was staring at the Death Knight and the two cronies who guarded Ragnard.

Nowell decided the time had come, and he looked back at Charlotte. According to the original plan, Nowell was supposed to be in charge of the close-range assassination, but Nowell decided that this would be against the way of knighthood and pushed the task to Charlotte.

At that time, Charlotte smiled and agreed, but she had already scolded in her heart, "You are a scourge knight of the evil camp and what kind of knightly way do you say, either you take me for a fool, or you yourself are a fool!'."

But somebody has to do it, and when Nowell saw Charlotte nodding, he said to Ragnard, "Ragnard, I recently found a nice weapon, should I bet on this weapon just now?"

Ragnard was bored, and when he heard this, two pairs of compound eyes lit up in unison, "Weapons?"

Nowell took the opportunity to say, "Slave, show Ragnard the divine weapon." ”

Charlotte did as he was told, he was now glad that he had cast a spell to filter the air on himself, otherwise he would have been smoky from the stench of Ragnard. Draped in a cloak, he pulled out the Knight's Bond Sword from his waist, held the hilt and tail of the sword in both hands, and raised it above the top and said loudly, "Please appreciate Your Majesty Ragnard!"

Perhaps it was the words 'Your Majesty' that made Ragnard feel so much taller, and a terrifying smile came on its ugly face, and a pair of swollen fingers caught in Charlotte's sword of knightly bonds.

Charlotte took two steps back and hurriedly said before Ragnard got angry, "Your Majesty, this sword is too small compared to your majestic physique. Why don't I hold this sword for you, how about you come and appreciate it?"

Ragnard felt that there seemed to be some reason, so he brought a compound eye closer to the knight's fetter sword. His compound eyes are made up of countless eyeballs and form a huge strange pupil, which is almost as large as Charlotte herself. Countless eyeballs turned to the Knight's Bond Sword, and their eyes gradually revealed a fiery and greedy color.

"What a ......"

At this moment, Charlotte, who was holding the knight's bondage, grasped the hilt of the sword with her right hand and swung a sword violently in the state of a false warrior. The power of the knight's fetters was activated, and a brilliant sword light broke away from the sword body and slashed through the space.

Such a close-range attack, even Ragnard couldn't react, the knight's bond merged with Charlotte's own power, and turned into a destructive sword aura that rampaged in Ragnard's compound eyes, Ragnard screamed, his right hand subconsciously covered the compound eyes, and his left hand slammed towards Charlotte.

This time there was no doubt that Charlotte took the lead, and no matter how strong Ragnard was, he fell into an extremely passive situation for a while. It miscalculated Charlotte's strength, and its instinctive response was a big loss. Before his left hand slapped it, Charlotte launched a flashing technique to approach his left compound eye, and Ragnard's countless compound eyes showed a look of horror, and in the next second, the sword light flashed, and the eyes of Ragnard the Abomination were all scrapped in a short period of time.

"Kill!"

Charlotte's two attacks were only instantaneous, and with his attacks as a signal, the Death Knight straddled his horse with a spear and the Blood Warrior sprinted towards the Abomination of the Outer Guards, and the Mystic Mage and the Lich immediately cast a spell blow. In the core area of this abomination land, the calm and calm just now turned into a storm in an instant.