Four hours and ten minutes, this is the time for Charlotte to enter a shallow meditation.

The sequelae of cutting Lu Sien's soul are extremely great, not only was he in a trance and unable to concentrate for a while after the operation, but even his logical thinking ability was as idiotic as if he had been hit by the 'retarded mental technique'.

Although the sequelae have almost been cured in the past two years, Charlotte's sea of consciousness and magic energy pool have weakened to varying degrees. First of all, the phenomenon of the lack of magic energy and the weakening of the sea of consciousness, which was difficult to feel before, has increased significantly, especially after the addition of large energy-consuming users such as the Vientiane Demon Eye, this phenomenon is even more frequent.

The current Charlotte is no longer the mage who used to have an incredibly large magic energy pool, and if you talk about the reserves of the magic energy pool, it is only a limited strength compared to the average Eight Ring Master.

Therefore, before the big war, he will seize all the time to adjust his physical functions to the best condition.

Charlotte opened her eyes in the spell position, and at about the same time, the plains beyond the canyon were covered with dust, and it was the dust raised by the horses' hooves that obscured her vision.

Vivien and Lolita clenched the staff in their hands, and the rat and the others also drew their weapons and stood firmly in front of the formation. It wasn't until one of the knights in front of them showed their figure that everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Vivien couldn't help but take a few steps forward, and her original worry turned into a faint smile.

"I'm back!" Nell turned and dismounted, and the first words he said made Vivien blush.

"Well, it's good that Ping An is back. Vivien's answer was like a mosquito. This dialogue makes the unemployed girl always feel that she is a little wife at home waiting for her husband to return from the expedition.

"Show affection, die fast!" Lolita patted Nell on the shoulder with a big grin, regardless of Vivien's angry glare, and grinned, "According to the teacher's words, you are setting up a death flag!"

Nell smiled in confusion, and then Hoyle turned over and dismounted, and walked towards a gloomy Charlotte with his shoulders around him.

"Cousin!" Nell finally got a little excited about a young man, "I've done my job!"

"Don't call me cousin!"

"Hey!"

"In my opinion, you want to be my disciple more than your cousin!" Charlotte glanced at him, and when she saw Vivienne's shy flushed appearance, he was angry.

Hoyle was not in the mood to laugh, he quickly reported the situation, "Charlotte, the situation is not good. The warriors of the Temple of Tyranny were chasing us, about ten miles behind us. ”

When it comes to business, Charlotte and Nell don't laugh anymore. The former beckoned the rat and the others to come over, and when the decision-making level gathered, Charlotte quickly ordered.

"Hoyle, if we continue like this, we will not be able to get rid of our pursuers at all. I need you to arrange for the broken troops to defend this canyon with me, and the rest of the men will immediately follow the rats to cross the river to the designated location!"

"Good!"

Hoyle didn't ask anything, turned and walked towards the exhausted breakout force behind him.

At this time, Nell asked for her life categorically, "I will also leave the broken queen." ”

"No, I need you to protect Vivien and Lolita and lead the breakout force to retreat towards Yarrow County. According to reliable sources, Brent is gathering the remnants of the army there to confront the Horcente army, and you will be safe when you get there. ”

"Cousin, no, Commander!" Nell stubbornly stiffened his neck and pleaded again, "I'm a knight, and it's my duty to defend my home and land!"

Charlotte, who was quickly assigning tasks to the rest of the group, turned her head to the side and stared at him with her red eyes, "But you are the only bloodline of the Leslie family!" Nell, I shouldn't have said that, but you remember that if something happens to Brent, you will have to shoulder the burden of reviving the Leslie family! So, if you understand your importance, then don't say stupid things that make people embarrassed here!"

"What about you, cousin. Aren't you the heir of Icewind Castle? your life is more important than mine, aren't you?"

"Yes, but I'm now the temporary commander of this campaign. ”

This sentence blocked Nell with nothing to say. Charlotte no longer talked to Rinnell, and after assigning tasks to the decision-makers one by one, she turned around and walked towards Hoyle.

The breakout force was made up of noble knights and Lotte light cavalry, and even the most elite troops of the rebels were gathered, and those who were able to escape to the gorge were wounded.

Hoyle was standing on a cobblestone and whispering something, and Charlotte counted the numbers cursory as she walked there. There were about 800 people left in the entire breakout force, and not only that, but when Charlotte looked from left to right, she found that everyone was in a very depressed state.

But don't underestimate these 800 people, in the medieval Steeu, this elite force was well used enough to determine the outcome of a medium-sized battle. Otherwise, Hairington would not have been in hot pursuit of this breakout force.

“…… I know you're all tired, and I know everyone wants to have a quick sip of hot soup and sleep on a fluffy bed. But the lackeys of Truman and Helrington won't let us go. They want to take over our country, our wives and daughters, take possession of our farmland, and destroy our faith!"

When Charlotte was about to walk to Hoyle's side, this memory shows that the young man who always circled around Brent as a child and himself pulled out the long sword that had lost the jewel.

"I need someone to hold my ground with me so that most of us can retreat to Yaro County. I know that even if you have experienced the baptism of blood and fire, and you are all iron-clad warriors, it is difficult to make such a choice at this moment!"

"So I don't need your choice! I don't care if your hearts are willing to take on such a difficult task! I will not deceive you, because every one of you has some degree of military training. That's right! Those who remain will die, but I will accompany you, in order to give more people a chance to live! Therefore, you have no choice! When I call your names, I will automatically go out of the line, and let's give that group of invaders a little color together!"

Hearing this, Charlotte stopped in silence and left the stage to this excellent commander.

It was only then that he realized that Hoyle was no longer the boy he remembered who would only revolve around him and Brent, but had unconsciously grown into a good enough leader!

He is better than himself and more willing to take responsibility!

"Gordon, Lillard, Jack, Mallory, ......"

Hoyle called the names of the survivors in turn, and the warriors, hearing the names, silently drew their swords or scimitars from their waists, silently putting the finishing touches on their weapons with rough cowhide and whetstones.

Hoyle quickly numbered eighty warriors, and then he ordered again, "Among those who are in the ranks, the brothers are among them, and the younger brothers are out, and the sons of both father and son are out!"

After a silent commotion, there were sixty-eight fighters left in the final queue.

"Very well!" Hoyle sang, holding his heirloom sword across his left arm, in a knightly salute of Rosent, "May glory be with us!"

In an instant, nearly 800 warriors drew their swords at the same time, "May the glory be with us—"

Charlotte's blood boiled, and Charlotte seemed to return to her green days on the Sarvoie Castle Knights' training ground, when knightly training was both boring and fulfilling.

The long-ago memories are awakened, and the blood that has not cooled is burned again!

He took out the enchanted sword from the other dimension, and the sword was raised to the sky, the blade pressed against his forehead, and made the most standard of Erosa pre-war knight prayers.

"May glory be with us—"

At this moment, he suddenly realized his heart.

He was never a mage who could act with absolute sanity, but a knight who could act with emotion!

Lawrence was right, no matter where he was, what camp he was in, what his profession was, he was always Clayderman!

A family of thousand-year-old knights - Klayderman, King of the North!