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After nightfall, the war continued.

The undead do not rely on visual perception, and darkness is to them no different from day, and the night not only does not stop the offensive of both sides, but only makes the undead more excited.

Nowell used all his strength to crack Simon's offense, and dragged Simon down with an excellent performance under the absolute weakness. But everyone knew that moment was coming sooner or later, and after Simon threw himself into a new legion again, Nowell had to send his most elite unit, the Death Knights.

These knights and Abomination belong to the same elite class, and when Abomination has been killed in large numbers, the Death Knight rushes into the enemy like a torrent of steel, which is invincible.

Their individual strength was even a few points stronger than the Royal Knights of Herrosa and the Knights of the Rose of Vivien Leigh, and in Charlotte's memory, only the Dragon Knights in the Endless Corridor could stand firm with them.

Apart from their sparse numbers, this order had few weaknesses. They are like scythe-wielding grim reapers, who turn their backs and reap the stubble of their enemies like wheat in their passes.

Simon's army, which was originally fiercely attacked, was beaten head-on, and the huge army formation that had been put into it was divided into two sections by hundreds of knights, and the reserve army that had been newly put into the battlefield was beaten before it could start to exert its strength. Because of the activity of this group of knights, the situation on the battlefield for the first time tilted in Nowell's favor.

If the Abomination Legion were still in formation, the Death Knight would not have been able to gain such an advantage. But after the sneak attack in the early stage, now Simon's abomination is only a dozen or so scattered scattered, even if it is sent to the battlefield, it will not help, but it may ruin the last bit of incense of abomination.

Simon snorted, feeling particularly heartbroken by the fall of Ragnard the Abomination. But even if the situation on the battlefield changed, he didn't panic at all. On the contrary, it was Nowell's side, seeing that the situation was in the ascendancy, and his back, which had always been strong, crossed a few points as if deflated.

"Get ready, Master Charlotte. Nowell said to Charlotte, "I can't grasp the next battle anymore. ”

"Thank you, Knight Nowell. Charlotte nodded solemnly, "I believe their sacrifice will not be in vain." ”

Charlotte understood that the death knights had already been sentenced to death. Although they are powerful, Simon can eat them away with a huge advantage.

At this time, Nowell's hole cards were exhausted, and his duties as a commander had come to an end. He could no longer send any mobile troops, nor could he nimble the tactics of the regiments that had been invested, and his influence on the battlefield was minimized other than ordering a retreat.

But the problem is that from the very beginning, he understood that for the army under his command, the option of retreat simply did not exist. If they really fail in the battle, it will be a blessing that they can save their lives.

At this moment, Nowell, as the commander, is no different from a small soldier, and the rest can only be resigned to fate.

As Nowell had predicted, Simon finally sent his spellcaster troops and ordered the reserves to encircle the Death Knights. Charlotte took back command of her casters, ordering them to counter the casters and support the Death Knights fighting on the front lines as much as possible.

But these actions are only a drop in the bucket, and the Death Knight Legion has gone from killing all sides at the beginning to being trapped in the shallows, and then to being unable to move an inch. If this development continues, it will not be long before this force becomes history.

Charlotte looked at Nowell and Jacob, "Are we going in too?"

Jacob was a rare non-speaker, but asked Nowell with his eyes.

Nowell looked at the Death Knight fighting in front of him like a sculpture, and was silent for a long time before he said slowly, "Enter it, and the rest can only be left to fate." ”

“…… We're going to win. As she spoke, Charlotte realized that her tone was extra heavy, and she didn't feel the excitement of the past at all.

Jacob wiped his face, and his originally dull face was filled with a heartless smile again, "Shao Tema coaxed me! I never thought I could win from the beginning, and the only hope was not on our side, was it?

Charlotte was stunned by the scolding, and he realized that he really liked this guy more and more. He showed a sincere smile that had been rare all these years, and laughed, "Shut up for me! When will I be the king of Icewind Castle, the mobile library, the master of the Secret Rite, and one of the three famous brothers and sisters of the Northlands, when will I be reduced to cannon fodder!"

"Oh!? by the way, man. I just remembered that you have an older sister who is both beautiful and spicy enough, if you can really win this time, why don't you introduce her to me? ”

"It's up to you?" Charlotte scorned, "I'm afraid I'm still living in a dream, right?"

The conversation between the two actually made Nowell laugh. Everyone, including Vivian, Lolita, and Leonard, who was sitting on Wycliffe's shoulder, looked at Nowell in surprise, and Jacob patted Nowell's leg armor on the nightmare and smiled, "Haha! Uncle, you must have laughed just now!"

"I didn't!" Nowell shook his leg uncomfortably, "be serious, Jacob. ”

He reverted to his usual unsmiling appearance.

But in any case, the conversation between Jacob and Charlotte made Vivien's mood lighter a lot. From this point of view, Jacob is really similar to Charlotte before, both of whom are the kind of optimistic types who can influence others and boost morale with their words and deeds.

After laughing, Charlotte gave her final instructions, "Vivian, Lolita, Leonard, the three of you must not leave Wycliffe's body for half a step, and you must not be greedy for merit! Wycliffe, my disciples will ask you!"

"Yes, Teacher (Charlotte)!"

Wycliffe couldn't hold it back for a long time, but after seeing Charlotte's stern eyes, he had to extinguish the desire to destroy in his heart, and said in a muffled voice, "I understand, master." ”

Charlotte nodded in satisfaction, and looked back at the Secret Ritual Mage.

"Everyone. He said calmly, "Frankly speaking, the establishment of the Secret Ritual is indeed an expedient means for me to avoid diplomatic disputes, and at the beginning, I, the Chief, did not take the Secret Ritual as a mage organization to heart. ”

The mages of the Secret Ritual looked at their chief and leader in silence, they were all elites who had voluntarily participated in this operation from the Eye of Time and Charlotte's Mage Tower, and naturally they had been mentally prepared for this for a long time.

Charlotte continued, "But getting along these days has made me change my mind. I deeply felt the trust and respect that people had in me, and they were willing to believe in me and sacrifice their lives for my goals. It makes me understand that the Ritual of the Secret is not a stopgap measure, nor is it a joke that will be disbanded after today!Guys, I can't promise to take all of you home, but the only thing I can promise is that after today, I will do everything I can to make the Ritual grow and become a mage organization comparable to Icewind Castle, the City of the Mysteries, and Rivadeo!"

The mages of the Ritual of Eternics began to whisper, and Charlotte's words did not change the situation, but they made them feel a vital sense of belonging. This means that as of today, they no longer belong to Icewind Castle or the Eye of Time, but to a new mage organization that belongs to Charlotte alone. It's no longer an expedient measure, it's not a joke, it's a real descendant unit, a brand new organization!

"Finally!" Charlotte bowed to the crowd, "May the light of the secret rite protect me!"

This is a new slogan, and the mages of the secret rites are so excited that they return the salute together.

"May the light of the secret rite protect me—"

The voices of the people converged into one wave and resounded in the sky of the battlefield!